What The Heart Wants (21 page)

Sam growled in the back of his throat, twisting with her so that she was laying on the mattress.

His mouth went down to her breast, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking. His hand went to her other breast, gently rubbing over the peak. Anna arched up into him. He shifted, taking her other nipple into his mouth for a moment before trailing down her belly. His warm breath sent shivers through her body.

Then, in one quick motion, his tongue was buried in her wetness, stroking quickly. Anna moaned at the frantic contact, grabbing onto his shoulders. His tongue moved upward, found her clit and ran over it in quick horizontal motions. Her legs moved to slide over his back, but his hands reached out to grab her ankles. His head lifted suddenly, playing kisses up her body. His hand disappeared down his back, pulling the fabric of his underwear down and off his body.

Anna felt a strong, primal fear settle deep in her stomach. She wasn’t sure she was truly ready. How would he even fit inside of her? It was going to hurt more than her mother had even warned her about, she knew it.

“Anna,” Sam’s voice broke through her whirlwind of thoughts. “anytime you want to stop, you just say so.”

Anna nodded, not meeting his eyes.

Sam’s body weight shifted as he moved off of her, laying on his side next to her. “We are going to take this slowly,” he said, his voice gentle. His hand came out, running feather-light circles over her belly. Anna closed her eyes against the contact, murmuring as she felt her desire for more build within her.

Sam’s fingers dipped lower, playing the circles over her hips then the tip of her sex, then her inner thighs.

One of his fingers moved closer, gently teasing the outside folds of her sex. It inched closer to the sensitive inside, dipping the tip over but moving back. Her fingers dug into the sheets, frustrated. Then one finger slipped between, stroking her wetness. Anna’s body jerked, a gasp escaping her.

“This okay?” Sam asked, his finger toying with her clit.

Anna turned her face to his, her eyes opening. “Mmhmm.”

Sam’s eyes closed for a second before opening to look at her again. His finger moved away from her clit, running downward. It stopped at the entrance, moving in slow circles. She felt slight pressure for a second and then the tip of his finger slip inside. Her eyes went wide.

Sam’s finger stopped just inside, barely penetrating her. “How about this?”

Anna felt pressure building inside her knowing he was finally touching on the need she had buried deep. “Yeah,” she said, breathing deeply.

“Good,” he smiled weakly. Then his fingertip was moving inside her, working in slow circles just inside the entrance. Anna’s hips rose up slightly as she moaned. Sam’s finger slipped deeper inside, her tight flesh stretching around him.

“Oh my god,” Anna moaned, grabbing Sam’s hip in her hand.

Sam smiled, his finger slowly slipping all the way inside.

Anna’s legs drew together, holding him deep inside. His finger wiggled gently back and forth. She felt a strange sharp pressure at the contact and her hips jerked.

She looked at him, her brows drawn together. Sam kissed her forehead. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m just trying to get your body… ready,” he said and she realized he meant for his hard length which was infinitely wider and longer than his finger.

She nodded, resting her face against his shoulder as his finger worked in circles, small at first and then wider. After a moment, the sharpness dulled, replaced with a building pleasure. Groaning against his skin, Sam kissed her hair. “Better?” Anna nodded. “Good.”

Then his finger was moving in and out of her, slowly and her mind went blank. Her leg went over Sam’s, her hips moving back and forth as his finger thrust in and out of her more quickly. She felt it building. A different kind of feeling, stronger than she had felt before.

Sam took deep breaths, trying to calm his own desire. Anna’s hands were digging into his flesh, her body rocking against him as his finger dipped in an out of her impossibly tight wetness. He had to keep himself under control, he reminded himself. She was a virgin. She needed time.

He felt her insides tightening, getting closer to orgasm. He pulled his finger out and laughed quietly when Anna’s fist slammed against his shoulder, frustrated.

Sam gently pressed her back onto her back, pushing her legs wider with his knee and settling himself on top of her, his weight on his forearms. He looked down at her face for a moment until her eyes opened to look at him. He smiled down at her. “This okay?”

Anna nodded again, her eyes small and wild with need. He leaned down and kissed her.

She felt his body weight press harder against her as he reached out toward the bedside table. She looked over, watching as he opened a drawer and drew out a light blue condom foil. Leaning up, she kissed his neck. His hips moved upward off of hers for a second as he pushed the condom on.

When he laid back down, she felt the length of him push against her inner thigh. She felt anxiety coil itself tightly in her belly.

Sam leaned down, his lips seeking hers gently. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, finding her tongue and carefully teasing it. Anna sighed against his mouth, her legs falling down against the mattress.

He pushed himself upward slightly, reaching between them. Her whole body tensed for a second before she felt the tip of him rub gently up and down, parting her folds. He moved it upward, working circles against her clit of a second. Then it was at her entrance, pushing.

The pressure built as her body ached for him inside her. She felt his cock press against her, just shy of being painful as she realized he was trying to push inside of her. Sam’s eyes were small and intense. Her own big and fearful. And then the wide head slipped just barely inside, the skin of her body widening around him with a burning painful sensation.  

“Ow ow ow,” she said, closing her eyes tightly against it.

Sam’s face buried in her neck. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry. You want me to stop?”

She did. He was only just barely inside her and she felt like she was being ripped apart. But she didn’t want to stop either. Somewhere just beyond the pain was her body’s realization of getting what it was begging for. If she just relaxed a little, if she could bear with the pain for a moment, she knew she was going to enjoy it.

She shook her head. “No. Don’t stop.”

Sam took a deep breath. His hand slipped between their bodies, his fingertip finding her clit and moving in slow, excruciating circles.

She felt a rush of wetness fill and her and move outward, her desire building. Sam groaned, his eyes closing. His nerves felt overworked and tingly and his cock was throbbing with need of release. He felt her wetness slick around him and carefully pushed forward, half way inside of her. Her legs flew upward, her eyes flying open. She whimpered deep in her throat and he knew he was hurting her.

“Okay, okay,” he said, kissing her quickly. “Let’s try this,” he said, rocking his cock gently, not quite moving out or pushing forward.

Anna tensed for a moment, expecting pain. But she found only a growing friction that wasn’t quite friction, a pulsating, budding want. Her legs tightened against his hips, her own rising up toward him. Sam smiled down at her. “Better?”

Anna groaned, her arms going around him, her nails biting into his shoulder. “Oh,” she panted, grabbing his hips.

She pulled him deeper inside. The pain was quick and buried underneath her building climax. Sam felt the head of his cock push up to her back wall and groaned. He felt his control slipping. He pulled his cock halfway out, pushing it back in. When she moaned, her starting thrusting faster, his cock pushing deep and hard into her over and over. He felt her flesh tighten around him.

Anna felt a heaviness in her chest, an inability to catch her breath and she knew she was close. His thick, hard cock filled her so full and she felt herself grabbing at him, pulling him back in as he tried to pull out. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, her hips shoving up toward his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her moans grew louder, begging him over and over again for… something. She didn’t even know what.

Sam’s head pushed against her collarbone. She was pleading underneath him over and over. “Sam. Please. Oh, Sam, please.” He felt his orgasm coming fast, he groaned, pushing into her faster and faster.

Anna felt pushed right to the edge. She was suspended in the strange nothingness for a few long seconds before his cock slammed into her one last time and she felt her insides clench around him over and over, her wetness flowing around as she cried out against his neck.

Sam felt her finish, her muscles grabbing at his cock over and over again, her legs like vices around him. He had to push against them to thrust into her two more times, cumming hard and fast, groaning her name out as his body shook with release.

His body went taut as a bow above her as he came, his cock twitching inside her. Her name ripped out of his lips, desperate as he finished. His body went down on hers heavy and still. She turned her face into his neck, her body starting to shake beyond her control.

Sam stood up quickly, moving to the bathroom. She heard the water running for a split second before he returned. He grabbed the blanket off the floor, pulling it up and over them.

He pulled her against him, holding her tightly as he body shook gently but uncontrollable. He heard her sniffle against his chest and kissed the top of her head gently.

She hadn’t expected to be emotional. Her body was shaking, proving  beyond her control as her nerve endings were completely overwhelmed and frazzled. She felt the tears rise to her eyes suddenly and she didn’t have the strength to fight them off. Sam held her against him, pulling the blanket over her up to her chin. Eventually, overworked and spent, she drifted off to sleep.

Sam felt her go lax against him, falling asleep. He didn’t think he would feel what he was feeling. Emotional? More connected to Anna than any other person he had met.

Anna must not have slept long, she realized waking up. Sam had shifted them so he was on his back and she was across his chest. He was still awake, staring blindly at the ceiling. The room was dark except the light coming from the bathroom. She sat up, carefully, wincing at the pain between her legs. She moved out of Sam’s arms and scooted toward the end of the bed.

“Hey,” Sam said, grabbing her arm as she went to stand up. “Here,” he said, wrapping the blanket around her. “take this. You’re going to want to shower,” he said quietly.

“What? Why?”

Sam smiled down at her. “Just trust me,” he said cryptically as she walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll grab you a shirt.”

Anna closed the bathroom door, taking off the blanket and folding it on the counter. She grabbed a towel, padding over toward the shower and turning it on. She looked down and felt her heart sink. There covering her upper thighs was dried blood. Oh, god. She looked back toward the door. The sheets, she realized, feeling embarrassed. There must have been blood on the sheets. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself again, rushing out the door to… she didn’t know. Shoo Sam away so she could strip the bed? Something like that.

But she walked into an empty room. The light was on and Sam had already stripped the bed.

Anna walked back into the bathroom, climbing into the shower and standing under the spray until it ran cold. She patted herself dry then wrapped herself in the oversized towel.

How were people supposed to act after sex? Did they all feel as awkward as she did? Did they just get dressed and go about the rest of their days?

She walked uncertainly back toward the bedroom. Sam was in sweatpants and shirtless, pulling the comforter up on the bed, sheets changed. He smiled over at her, straightening and coming toward her with a t-shirt.

He rolled it in his hands and pushed it down over her head. The towel fell away as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. “I think I have more of your clothes than you do lately,” she commented and he laughed.

Sam touched her under her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

Anna looked up at him, her hand slipping toward her belly. “I’m starving,” she admitted and was rewarded with a huge, booming laugh.

He leaned down, kissing her forehead and reaching down to take her hand. He pulled her toward the doorway. “Me too, lets go find some food.”

Nineteen
 

Anna walked home in the early morning light after insisting that she had to get back and get to work. After stuffing her with another unnecessarily healthy meal, he lead her back up the stairs. They climbed into bed, Anna awkwardly staring at the ceiling as he got in next to her. She felt him brush up next to her, reaching for a shoulder to pull her onto her side to face him.

He kissed her until she felt tingly all the way down to her toes. They fell asleep a while later, facing each other, Anna’s fist resting on his chest, his arm draped over her hips.

So she hadn’t exactly told him how she felt about him. That was supposed to be the plan. She was supposed to find a way to tell him that she had never met anyone like him. That he was the first person she thought of when something went well, or when something completely fell apart. That she had more than just sexual feelings toward him.

Anna shook her head, letting herself into the kitchen, confused to see Sylvester who she had let out to hunt before she left the night before. She pet her hello quickly before walking toward her room. Something seemed out of place in the living room. Curious, she turned and froze, her mouth falling comically open.

“What’s his name?” Viv said, a wicked smile spread across her face.

“Mom,” she gasped, not fully comprehending what was happening.

Viv patted the seat next to her. “That dress looks even better than I thought it would,” she commented.

“Mom what are you doing here?” Anna said, sitting down numbly next to her, trying to ignore the aching between her legs.