He looked so delicious sitting there on the sofa. I watched his chiseled muscles relax as he leaned back on his elbows. He brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes, smiling at me. I walked over and said, “Looking good, Sammy!” He just grinned that crooked smile that always made my heart flutter.

“Not bad yourself, Iz.” That was always his answer. Our normal, everyday game, so I turned to leave. “I really like the way your ass looks in those jeans.” My jaw dropped. THAT was new!

“WHAT did you say?!” I just HAD to hear it again. I had to know I wasn’t imagining it.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to him. “I said,” he whispered dangerously close to my ear, “that I REALLY like the way your ass looks in those jeans.” I could barely breathe. “And that top looks extremely sexy on you.”

“Th-thanks” I stuttered. Sam chuckled softly. “What?”

He sat up, looking directly into my eyes. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Those brown eyes held me captive. I listened to his voice, so smooth and sensual. I shivered as his fingers grazed my neck when he brushed my hair back. His breath was warm against my skin as he leaned in close to my ear to whisper, “How bad you make me want you.”

I stopped breathing when he kissed my neck. “Sam…” I wasn’t even sure I had managed to say anything until I was gazing into those chocolate eyes again. “I don’t think…” He pressed a finger to my lips. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t have been able to finish the sentence. I could barely remember to breathe, let alone a reason why we should stop. I wanted him too!

I touched the side of his face and those gorgeous dimples and crooked smile appeared again. “Those green eyes of yours always give you away.” How could he possibly be so calm when I felt ready to fall apart? Then he leaned over, claiming my mouth with his. I melted into his arms, his mouth pressing hungrily against mine. Our tongues entwined, I felt his hand slide under my shirt. Before I could protest, Sam had flipped me over and I was lying under him on the sofa.

He pulled my shirt off in one smooth motion. The cool air on my skin gave me goose bumps. Then, he was over me again, tongue plunging into my mouth, his muscular chest pressed against me. I pushed him back. “Sammy, what if…someone?”

“Shhhh! Don’t worry about it, Iz.” In the next moment, my bra was off and I could feel him sucking on my nipple. I ran my hands through his hair and down his back, letting the sensations flow through me. My nipples were fully erect. He held one nipple between his teeth as he teased the tip with his tongue, making me whimper.

He stood up quickly, leaving me dazed. “What is it?”
He gave a breathless laugh and unbuckled his belt. “Nothing you can’t fix, Iz.” I watched, first his jeans, and then his boxers fall to the floor. I knew for certain that the heat I felt was me blushing when he teasingly said, “No need to be embarrassed, Iz. You can look. It’s just me! Your Sammy.” My Sammy. I smiled when he said that. When I finally dared to look up, I started at his face. He was chuckling at me, but I wanted to see the whole picture. He watched as I drank him in with my eyes: chest, abs. Then, at last, his hard cock. He stepped closer and I started stroking it. “Harder, Izzy! And I want to feel your lips around it too.” I put the head in my mouth, sliding my tongue from side to side, continuing to stroke his shaft. He let out a sigh and wrapped his hand in my hair, gently pushing me down, begging for more. I swallowed his cock deeper and it stiffened more. I felt him throbbing inside my mouth. He pushed my head down faster, tugging on my hair. I suppressed a gag when he pushed my head down, giving me all eight inches. Suddenly, he jerked my head back off his cock. My lips were still moist with my saliva. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up from the sofa then crushed his lips against mine, grabbing my ass tightly with both hands. I could still feel his cock pressing hard against me. I felt the need in his kiss, the longing. I was completely absorbed in the moment, tasting the salt on his lips, feeling his tongue probing my mouth. I didn’t notice he’d undone my jeans and slid his hands inside them to get a better grip on my ass. Sam picked me up and let my jeans fall to the floor. I was back on my feet and he was staring at my pink bikini panties…and the small, but ever growing, wet spot he had created. My skin burned as he slid my panties down, the tips of his fingers skimming along my curves. Kneeling in front of me, he hooked his arm behind my knees and pushed me gently down on the sofa. Sam stroked my smooth, bald pussy lips saying, almost to himself, “I always wondered if you shaved or not.” His fingers traced the contours and folds of my pussy lips teasingly. I was beginning to ache for more. He started playing deeper, watching me as his fingers trailed down my wet slit.

My body arched against his hand as his thumb found my clit, making me quiver. A moan formed in my throat and Sam smirked at me before burying his face in my pussy, savoring my flavor. My eyes drifted closed. This time I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips when he started sucking my clit, swirling his tongue over it just as he had my nipples. His fingers teased my aching pussy until I was dripping. I pushed his head down, dying to feel more than what he was giving me. Sam’s fingers slipped inside my tight pussy hole. He stroked my walls furiously, hitting my G-Spot. The pleasure of his fingers moving inside me while his tongue continued to ravage my clit was incredible! I cried out! That seemed to be the signal he had been waiting for. Leaning back, Sam rubbed my fresh pussy juices onto his cock, and then climbed on top of me. He started teasing me, pushing his round tip into my opening and then pulling back from me. “Oh, God, Sammy!” His eyes closed involuntarily as my fingers gripped his shaft. I watched him savoring the feeling of my small fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking with quick flicks of my wrist. I put his head back to my opening. I wanted, no, NEEDED, to feel him inside of me! I felt him pushing his cock into me, so very slowly. My lips parted in a sigh and he, again, kissed me passionately.

He continued torturing me with his deliberate slowness. My pussy was begging to feel all of him. His breathing became more ragged once the full length of his cock was inside my hot, wet box. I could feel his cock throbbing in me. He pulled back to look at me again as he started sliding in and out. I could tell he was holding back, but he kept going at that same steady pace. My pussy gripped his cock tight and I know he felt every twitch leading up to my orgasm. My body curved against his as I felt the heat building deep inside me. His cock was burning. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. I squeezed down hard with my pussy and he groaned. We stared into each other’s eyes, then he pushed into me hard. I felt all eight rock hard inches slam into my dripping pussy. I pulled him closer. I needed to feel every inch of his body against mine! Grabbing a hand full of his shaggy hair, I claimed his mouth hungrily. Sam pumped faster, his hand under me, pulling me in tighter. I came quickly. My nails dug into his back and my legs gripped his waist; he groaned at the mixture of pleasure and pain. Our breathing was ragged. My screams continued to get louder the harder he thrust. Each time, Sam plunged in faster and deeper. I felt his whole cock starting to swell. He was getting closer. Finally, he exploded, filling my tight pussy with his huge load of hot cum. His body trembled on top of me as we clung to each other in ecstasy.

His cum started to ooze out, sliding down the crack of my ass. I could feel his cock still pulsing inside me. Lying there, he looked at me with glazed chocolate eyes and panted, “Looking good, Iz.”

Smiling back, just as breathless, I replied, “Not bad yourself, Sammy!”

MY Sammy…HIS Izzy.