Chapter 19

Sam whimpered, her head falling to the side as Alyx kissed at her neck, his wide hands splayed over her hip and lower back as her hands fisted in his shirt.

To say the date went well would be an understatement. Alyx picked her up on time, dressed nicely in a button up and slim jeans, took her to a nice but not fancy restaurant, and had been…. sweet. Adorably awkward like a too large puppy, oddly shy for his usual behavior, hesitant of spooking her as he tried to seem smaller. Sam could only assume he was shaken by her seeing his episode, and was nervous of her judgment.

For her part, she wore a simple but nice dress with dressy flats because she didn’t own heels, and could tell she was being more shy than usual, but it matched Alyx’s, so she went with it. Sam wasn’t a blushing girl, but every time he lifted his head from his plate and gave her that uncertain smile, she felt her face get warm and she had to look down at her own food. But she couldn’t name what they ate if someone offered her a thousand dollars.

And then, he very casually asked if she wanted to come back to his place and use the big new entertainment center, and she agreed. But five minutes into the opening scene, he shifted closer, slowly moving his arm across the back of the couch. Within another twenty minutes, they were kissing.

She gasped as he eased her back against the couch, his weight carefully bracing over her, but his chest pressing into hers just enough to make her catch her breath as her skin tightened. He faintly smelled like hot clean laundry and that mix of man and cologne that it made her already fluttering stomach clench in arousal.

But then he pulled back, sweeping his hair away from his face, and looked down at her. “Are you… Is this okay?”

Sam blinked then smiled, reaching up to card her fingers through his hair, watching as his eyes closed and his head followed her hands like a cat. “Yes.”

“Oh, thank god…” He grumbled, his mouth dropping back to hers, pulling away to speak in between kisses and suckling nibbles. “You are so… Perfect…. And scary.” He nuzzled into her neck, his weight settling more firmly against her as his hips pressed to her thighs and she felt his hard length. “Terrifying…”

“Me?”

He laughed, nodding. “Yeah, you are scary, Sam.” His thumb rubbed over her jaw under her ear. “You are smart and tough and so fucking beautiful.”

She gaped, blushing and darting her eyes away to glance down at her too scrawny frame, too much wiry muscle and not enough breast or softness. “No, no I’m not-”

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” Alyx gently squeezed the side of her neck. “You are.”

Sam closed her eyes, arching into the sensation of his hand, pressure and scratchy calluses, and Alyx huffed against her ear. “Let me take off your dress. I’ll show you how perfect you are.”

Sam shuddered, then nodded. Before she knew what was happening, his arms were lifting her, dizzy and disoriented and she found herself splayed on the big bed she helped him pick out, his hot palms stroking down her legs to push her shoes off, then skimming up her sides to find how to get her out of the dress. She squirmed, letting him find the zipper, and shivered as he pulled it away and cool air hit her overheated skin.

Then his hands left her body, and she looked up in confusion, watching as he stepped back, working on his own clothes. His shirt fell away, revealing the same chest she had seen for the first time months ago, but now it had a different effect on her. Before, he had been disgusting and offensively masculine, aggressive. Now he was… He was Alyx.

Alyx with abs that she could wash clothes on, hips cut from marble, and a chest broad enough to sit on. And that was what she wanted to do now. As he slipped his pants down his legs, Sam pushed up onto her knees at the edge of his bed, reaching for him.

He kicked away his pants and boxers and came into her arms without a moment, catching his arms around her waist and kissing her like he was starving for her.

But when he started to crawl on the bed with her, she shook her head. “On your back.”

His eyes widened, and a grin started to slip onto his mouth, but he held it back. “You want to be on top, Angel?”

She nodded, and he smirked, his regular confidence returning as he shifted and lounged back, adjusting the pillow behind his head. He watched with a smile, then an arched questioning eyebrow as she crawled past his cock and further up his body until her thighs bracketed his chest, her knees near his armpits, and her core resting on his chest.

“Make me come for you, Alyx…”

Now both his eyebrows climbed his forehead and his grin spread. “Like this?” Both arms shifted, his body bunching as his elbows bent up until his hands could reach her, one in front, thumb on her clit and the other from behind, his fingers questing for her entrance. She nodded, and he chuckled. “Sure thing, Angel. I’m going to make you fall apart...”

Licking her lips, Sam nodded, rocking her hips forward, and he took that as the sign that she was ready. His thumb pressed on her clit as a finger pushed into her, the shallow penetration more teasing than anything.

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Alyx stared up at her in awe. Sam was a wet dream, straddling his chest with her tanned and muscled thighs, her flat abdomen curving with slim hips and a mouthful of breasts, all of her firm and tight and sleek, leading up to her face. Her eyes were foggy, looking at him with a desire he hadn’t seen or even dreamed of in years, her face soft as her teeth nibbled her lip.

His fingers were in heaven, where he wanted his cock to be, but he would prove himself to her, prove he could please her anyway, she asked. And he could see so much of her it was easy to judge her reactions, her body so responsive to him he could tell every touch she liked and hear every sound she made.

She was so hot and wet, the slick of her coating his fingers and he could feel it pooling on his chest, the very thought of it making him harder than he thought he could ever be, the bud of her clit firm and swollen as he rolled his thumb over it, delighted as her back hunched over him and she whimpered.

He grit his teeth, shifting and lifting his whole body with his heels and shoulders, bucking her up so that she fell against him, gasping as her small hands caught on his shoulders. “I want to feel you. Hold on...”

She panted against his neck, her soft breaths making him feel more complete than he had in years, since his accident that left him scarred, the new position letting him slide a finger deeper into her warmth. She was tight on his finger and the sound she made, half moan, half gasp, had him thrusting and twisting his faster than he intended, desperate to feel her and please her.

He growled, forcing himself to slow down, but then she whispered in his ear, “Don’t stop,” and Alyx wouldn’t disappoint her.

He paused, slipping a second finger into her, “I’ve got you, I’m going to make you scream for me, and then I’m going to fuck you into this mattress,” and started thrusting hard and fast, his wrist burning as he pleasured her.

She whimpered, and for a moment, he thought he was hurting her. But then she moaned his name, tightened on his fingers and bucked, unraveling as her orgasm rolled through her.