Chapter 92

"Want to light a fire tonight?" he asked as they rounded the last corner and approached their house. "We could make love on that rug in front of the fireplace."
"Oh yes," she breathed, beaming up at him. A few minutes later she sat on his sofa sipping wine while he built a fire in the old brick hearth. She kicked off her shoes and socks, even removed her jacket and sweater, and waited for him in just her jeans and camisole, her hard nipples rasping on the silk as she watched the flex of his strong muscles underneath his snug knit shirt.
When he was done, he went to wash his hands, returning in nothing but yet another pair of colorful cotton undershorts. He set a small bundle on the hearth then watched as Evie stripped off her jeans and joined him on the fluffy cotton rug.
This time, she took the initiative, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking his face between her hands as she kissed him.
He tasted of strawberries and wine and smelled faintly of his lemon-scented soap and shampoo. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her hands, his chest radiating more heat than the freshly started fire. Sam looped his arms around her but let her set the tone and the pace of their kiss. Her senses soared as she ran her hands down the planes of his chest and stomach. Careful not to hurt his magnificent erection, she pulled his shorts down to his knees and caressed the silken skin of his shaft while her tongue invaded his mouth.
"You're beautiful," she told him when she pulled her lips from his. It was gratifying to see his were as kiss-swollen as hers felt. She ran her hands through his thick shoulder-length hair. "I know those aren't words a man wants to hear, but you are. Inside and out." She consciously repeated the words he'd said to her before kissing his neck, his shoulders and lowering her head to lick his flat brown nipples.
When he made a small sound of pleasure, she pushed him back against the fluffy rug. Sam went easily, seemingly content with her taking control. His tanned skin stood out against the white cotton loops, highlighting his masculine perfection. Evie bent over him, kissing her way down his chest, tangling her tongue in the little whorls of dark hair, then following the silky line that bisected his abdomen. His skin had a salty tang, but not unpleasant as she'd discovered before. When she reached his penis, she wrapped one hand around the shaft as far as it would reach and licked the small droplet of fluid from the tip. Another sound rumbled up from Sam's chest, vibrating against her.
"You're killing me here, sweetheart."
She looked up at the intense gaze to see him licking his lips and she smiled back. "You will survive. I promise." Using the things he'd taught her the other night, she licked around the tip then down to circle the base of his shaft.
Moving lower still, she took each of his plump testicles into her mouth, one by one, sucking gently on the taut orbs.
Sam twisted strands of her hair around his hands but otherwise lay still and let her have her way. When she tugged his boxers off, he obediently lifted his legs. Evie sat back on her heels and studied the picture he made, licking her lips.
"You've got too many clothes on," Sam reminded her.
She'd sort of liked having him naked, at her mercy, while she was still nominally clothed. But as her arousal grew, her nipples had begun to chafe against her camisole and her tiny panties were drenched between her thighs. "Very well." She pulled the soft material off over her head and wiggled out of her underpants, standing above his feet to do so, while he gazed up at her hungrily. "Better?"
"Fucking perfect. Now what does my little Amazon want to do next."
Evie knelt between his legs. "This." Taking his cock in her hands again, she eased the tip between her lips and began to suck. With one hand she stroked his shaft while the other toyed with his balls.
"Holy shit, Evie. Not gonna last if you keep that up." His spine bowed and arched off the rug as she pulled him deeper into her mouth.
She eased the suction and licked his tip like a lollipop. "Do you want to be inside me?"
"Oh hell yes." His shaft bobbed as he spoke, just begging for another kiss, so she nibbled on the very end with just her lips.
"Then I want to be on top." She'd seen that in several of the films and knew it would work.
"No problem, sweetheart." He grinned broadly. "Whatever you want. Condoms are there, with that towel. Put one on me then have your wicked way with me."
She plucked a foil packet from the bundle he'd laid on the bricks. Along with several condoms, the towel held a damp washcloth and a couple of other interesting objects. Evie raised one eyebrow and looked at Sam.
He winked. "Thought you might want to try out some toys."
Evie thought about it as she rolled the thin sheath over his erection and shook her head. "Later," she said. "Right now, I just want you." She straddled his hips and took his cock in her hand, positioning him at the swollen entrance to her pussy. As slowly as she could manage, she eased down, impaling herself on Sam's steely length.
"Works for me," he said, ending on a moan as she seated herself on him, his cock inside her as deep as it could go. "Now move - however feels good." He reached up with both hands to pluck her nipples, and this time it was Evie who groaned in pleasure.