Sugar and Spice by Kat Baxter
Chapter 4
Sam
We don’t talk much on the car ride back to the hotel. I’m so turned on it’s a miracle I haven’t embarrassed myself. Our fingers are thread together and just the feel of her palm pressed to mine feels so damn right. I want her, but I need her to understand that for me this won’t be a one and done.
I don’t know how I know she’s meant to be mine, but every fiber of my being has been screaming that to me since the moment I saw her talking to Libby. Mine. Mine. Mine. Like I’m some goddamn caveman. I’ve never felt that kind of primal need before. It’s so much more than just simple attraction. Isabel is a beautiful woman, but I’ve seen beautiful women before.
She’s different. More.
Mine.
The car lets us out and I walk with her to the elevator, our hands still clasped. When the elevator doors close and leave us alone in the small space, I kiss her again. Because I just can’t help myself. Her tongue slides against mine and I can’t help but imagine what that would feel like on the underside of my dick.
Fuck she tastes good and feels even better with her soft, full curves pressed against me. When the elevator doors open on our floor, we stumble out in a tangle of limbs.
“I don’t do one-night stands,” I tell her when we reach her hotel room.
Her pupils are blown when she looks up at me. “Okay,” she breathes.
I cup her cheek and she leans into my hand. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She pulls the key card out of her purse. “Then have me.”
“You know what will happen if I come into that room with you?”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” She opens the door and holds it ajar to give me room to enter.
The minute the door closes, we’re on each other. I push her against the wall and lift her up so she can wrap her legs around me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her leggings and my jeans. Fuck, this woman!
Her fingers pull at my shirt and I break our kiss to tug it up and over my head. Then her hands are all over my chest, tracing my ink, outlining every line of muscle. I’m so fucking hard just from those relatively innocent touches.
She drops her legs from around me, then reaches to pull off her own shirt. A lacy black bra covers her tits.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I tell her. I trace the upper curve of her breasts.
Then she bends and pulls off her leggings, toes off her shoes and stands up wearing only that bra and a pair of matching panties.
She raises her eyebrows. “Your turn, big guy.”
I unbutton and unzip my jeans and leave them open. My dick breathes a sigh of relief for not being so confined.
Isabel’s brown eyes lower to my exposed and very tented boxers.
“Get naked,” I say.
She doesn’t argue. Nothing is sexier than a woman comfortable in her own skin and Isabel radiates that. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, then lets the garment fall off her body. Her tits are incredible. Heavy and round with wide aureoles, a shade darker than her tan skin. Her nipples harden even more while I’m watching her.
Definitely fuckable tits. She slides her panties down her hips and thick thighs, then steps out of them revealing a trimmed patch of dark hair at the top of her mound, the rest of her is bare.
She palms her tits and rubs her thumbs over her nipples.
“Feel good?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm,” she answers with a nod.
I squeeze my dick through my boxers.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She does as I say and I’m presented with her rounded, full ass and her glistening pussy.
“You’re soaked, Cookie,” I tell her, but I don’t touch her pussy yet. Instead I run my hands over the curves of her ass and hips. Run one hand up her spine to her neck and grab some of her hair, tugging gently on it.
She whimpers in response.
“You want me to eat that pretty pussy of yours first or just fuck you?”
Her head turns and she glances at me over her shoulder. “Both. I want you to do both.”
I know I’m stalling a little because there’s a good chance one lick of her pussy and I’ll come all over myself. Because I am so fucking turned on.
“You want my beard between your legs?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I push her head down to the mattress, popping her ass more into the air, then I bend forward and lick her slit. Her tangy, musky flavor bursts on my tongue and I growl and bury my face in her cunt.
“Shit,” Isabel moans. “Your beard.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Roll over on your back.”
She does, spreading her legs wide and planting her feet on the bed. I wedge my shoulders between her thighs and again lick her from slit to clit. This woman belongs to me. She’s fucking mine.
“More,” she pants. “I need more, Sam.”
“I’ve got you, Cookie. You need me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
I slide two fingers into her hot, slick channel and goddamn, she’s going to feel perfect wrapped around my cock like that. I curve those fingers, finding that spot that will make her come even harder. I know I’ve found it when she makes a strangled sound.
“Right there,” she says.
I move my fingers against that spot, back and forth, and then lean forward and slide my tongue over her clit. I draw small circles over that nub of nerves, and then I suck it into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” Her entire body tightens like a quarterback primed to release a perfect throw, then she shatters. Her pussy walls squeeze my fingers and she convulses against me. A fresh flood of liquid gushes out her cunt and I slow my tongue and fingers and watch her.
She’s so beautiful, it steals my breath. And I’m pretty sure my heart. Definitely not the story we’ll tell our kids about how we fell in love.
“I think I’m dead,” she murmurs.
I crawl up her body and grin down at her. “Don’t be dead, Cookie. We haven’t even gotten to the good part.
“The good part, huh?” She smiles back at me.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re charming and handsome when you’re not scowling.” She bites down on her lip. “Did I squirt?”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Yes, you did.”
“I thought that only happened in porn.”
“Well, now you know.” I grab the condom pack that I tossed on the mattress earlier. I give her a brief kiss, then stand and remove the rest of my clothes, pulling down my boxers and kicking them off to the side. I tear open the condom.
“Let me,” she says.
I step closer to her and hand her the opened package. She leans forward and sucks the tip of my cock into her mouth. And my eyes roll so far backwards I think I see my brain.
“Cookie,” I warn. “I’m on the edge here, baby.”
She licks me straight up the shaft, her molten brown eyes locked on mine. Then she leans back and rolls the rubber down my dick. “I’ll let you know if this is the good part.” She winks, then lays back down.
I laugh. “You’re definitely the baby of your family. Brat.” I grab her ankles and pull her down the bed so her ass is right at the edge, then I angle my dick down to notch at her entrance. “Watch me, Cookie. Watch me fuck you.”
I slowly slide inside her, inch-by-slow-inch. Watching myself disappear into her body is the hottest thing.
“You’re killing me, Sam. Put it all the way in.”
“You want all of my dick?”
“Yes.”
I grab her legs and straighten them on my chest and slam home. Home. Fuck me, that’s what it feels like. I don’t move inside her yet, she feels too fucking good and I don’t want it to be over.
“God, you’re big.”
“Too much?” I ask.
“No, it feels amazing. You feel amazing.”
I pull back, then thrust back in. We both groan. Then I pick up speed and piston in and out of her.
“Kiss me,” she says.
I drop her legs and lean down until our faces meet. Our kiss is slow and sensual, mimicking the movements of our lovemaking. This woman has effectively destroyed me for anyone else so I guess it’s a good thing she’s my one.
Her insides tighten around me and then she cries out as she comes all over me. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as her orgasm crests, then she settles.
I pull out and flip her over on her knees again, then thrust back inside. From this angle I can go so much deeper and it feels amazing. My balls are tightening and I can feel that pleasure pulsing at the base of my spine.
So I grab her hips and pound into her, loving the way her plump ass jiggles as I fuck her.
“Fuck, Cookie, you feel so damn good.” I squeeze her hips.
“Tell me when you’re going to come,” she says.
I pump into her a few more times. “Yeah, I’m gonna come. Fuck, baby.”
And she comes again with me and it’s so fucking perfect I’m pretty sure I nearly propose.