Lover of My Dreams (44 page)

“How’re you feeling?” he asked her, smiling as he reached out to brush away the silky brown tresses that had covered the side of her face.

“Much better,” she told him, her eyes twinkling. She reached up and held his hand, slowly turning her face toward it and kissing his palm lightly. She smiled at the intake of breath that escaped him and looked up at him devilishly.

“Keep doing that, baby, and I’ll be burying myself inside of you right now,” he warned her huskily.

“I think that’s a really good idea,” she whispered. Her gaze caressed his body, her eyes following the soft trail of black hair that ran from his powerfully muscled chest to where her view was cut off by the towel.

Sam watched her eyes and saw them cloud with passion as she looked at him. He leaned forward to unbutton the soft pink shirt that she was wearing. He pushed back the material slowly and gently traced the outline of her lacy, peach bra.

He lightly ran his hand across her breasts, his breathing quickening at the feel of the hardening of her nipples. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her up toward him to embrace her. He kissed her gently, increasing the pressure of his mouth on hers as he pulled her shirt off and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He drew away from her slightly, bringing the bra with him and cupping her full breasts in his hands. Rachel gasped in excitement at his touch and found herself just as anxious to rid herself of her clothing as he was.

He stood then and drew her off the bed to carefully stand before him. He kissed her face, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, slowly lowering his body until he was kneeling before her. He unfastened the button at the waist of her jeans, unzipping them and carefully pulling them over the sexy flare of her hips. He drew them down the length of her exquisite legs, taking an excited breath as she slowly lifted each leg to allow him to pull the jeans from her body and push them aside. He trailed kisses up her legs until he reached her hips, smiling as he heard the soft moan that escaped her.

He looked up at her as she reached for his shoulders and gently caressed his body. Rubbing his face against her hip, he kissed it tenderly before leaning back to view the incredibly sexy sight before him. He traced the outline of her very feminine peach panties, gently reaching beneath the lace to tenderly stroke the soft curls that beckoned him. He slowly and gently pulled the lace barrier from her body, kissing the feminine triangle of curls as he disposed of her panties. He smiled as he felt her trembling and his heart skipped a beat as she opened herself slightly to accept his searching fingers. He kissed her intimately, slipping his finger into the warmth and wetness that promised him total joy.

Easing away from her, he looked up at her and saw her mouth was opened slightly and her eyes were closed as she gave in to the pleasure she was feeling and moaned. Her honest, passionate response to his touches served to excite him beyond belief. He removed his finger from within her body and kissed her intimately once more, pushing her gently back down onto the bed and spreading her legs before him. Pressing inside of her, he twisted his fingers slightly as he searched for the spot that would push her over the edge of passion. His tongue circled the engorged nub of her clit, and he sucked at it gently, smiling at the gasp he drew from her.

He didn’t let up, aroused by the intoxicating scent and taste of her wetness, and gave in to the urge to bury his middle finger deep within her. Moving in and out of her body to the same rhythm he intended to repeat with his cock once he was buried deep inside of her, he was overwhelmed with the need for his woman. He felt her body clench around his finger as the building explosion burst forward from deep within her. He moaned against her as she found her release and smiled as she called out his name and her cream dripped onto his open palm. He licked the dew from his hand and couldn’t keep the growl from escaping him at the intimacy he was sharing with her. He loved this woman more than his own life.

He trailed kisses up her body, through the soft curls, across her stomach, up the midline of her body, and across each breast to suckle at each nipple before nuzzling into the hollow of her throat. He reached up to frame her face with his hands. He leaned toward her slowly, finally claiming her mouth tenderly with his.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, looking down into her glazed eyes before he embraced her and kissed her deeply.

As her arms surrounded him, he felt the gentle stroking of her hands across his back. He was unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that her touch drew from him. She caressed him tenderly, slowly lowering her hands to follow the muscular contours of his body, cupping his buttocks tightly and drawing him closer toward her. He felt her hand reaching for the towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist and reveled in the feeling of the excitement she evoked as she tried to tug the towel from his body.

He released his hold on her to stand and pull the towel from his hips and throw it heedlessly across the bed. She opened her arms to him, inviting him to join her. He stood before her, fully aroused, looking down at the vision that lay before him. His heart was slamming against his chest as he knelt on the edge of the bed then leaned forward to lie beside her and engulf her in his arms once again. He breathed in the delicious scent of her as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I like touching you,” she whispered against his chest as he held her tightly to him.

He pulled back from her slightly and looked down at her. She reached between them and took careful hold of his cock, stroking the hard length of him with such gentle tenderness that he thought he would die from the pleasure.

“I have never wanted a man so much in my life,” she told him honestly, rubbing her thumb gently across the tip of his erection. She liked the feel of him, the hardness, the wetness, and the softness of the spongy head. She wanted to feel him deep inside of her.

He kissed her hungrily, crushing her body to his own, molding her against him. When the kiss ended, they were both breathing heavily. She looked up at him silently. He could see the passion in her eyes and smiled.

The feel of his body pressed intimately against hers sent quivers of pleasure through him. He rubbed against her, smiling at her gasp of pure joy as the engorged and weeping length of him grazed her swollen mound. She reached down to guide him to the very center of her. He was helpless to deny her.

He rubbed his cock between her parted thighs to nestle between the soft folds of her body, gasping when she pushed up against him. The friction against his hardness was almost too much to bear. He reached down to hold her hips still, his breathing choppy and his heart pounding. Driving deep into the depths of her sweet body in one long, slow push, he moaned her name as her wet heat surrounded him. Lifting her legs to spread them wider, he drew out of her slowly then plunged deep once again. He was weak. He could not deny his need to feel the warm wetness and silky smoothness of her sweet body as it tightened around him and pulled on his shaft.

“Rachel, I’m about to explode,” he told her, his voice strained.

She pushed him back against the bed, separating their bodies momentarily before she covered his body with her own and kissed him deeply, glad that he allowed her to have her way. A moan escaped him as Rachel trailed kisses down his neck to his muscled chest, gently rubbing her face against the dark hair that covered it. She smiled as his hand caressed her back while she gently kissed and traced around his nipples with her tongue before taking each one into her mouth and sucking hard, lightly nipping at them with her teeth. She smiled against his chest as she heard the sharp intake of his breath. Trailing kisses down the tight muscles of his abdomen to the dark line of hair that led to the hard length of him, her heart pounded with excitement and her body clenched with the need to be filled.

When she took the fullness of him into her mouth, he moaned and raised his hips to push himself deeply into the warm wetness of her mouth. Gently moving up and down the length of him, she murmured against him. She heard him call out her name with a moan and pulled back to smile up at him. When she saw the passion in his eyes as he watched her, she felt empowered. His groan of pleasure was a personal victory for her. She intended to make him make more of those sexy sounds.

She held on to the thickness of him with one hand, gently stroking the tender skin of his sac with the other. She licked her way around the heavy sac before sucking each oval delicacy within it into her mouth to tenderly roll it with her tongue before letting it fall free. She returned to kissing, stroking, and sucking his shaft when Sam reached down to pull her from him, drag her up the length of his body, and settle her beside him, his breath heavy and labored.

“You need to stop,” he told her, perspiration covering his face.

When he looked at her there was an intensity in his eyes that excited Rachel. “No,” she whispered.

When she reached down to continue stroking him, gently pulling and petting, Sam thought he would lose his mind from the pleasure she gave him. She was a giving and exciting lover. He was looking forward to a lifetime of sharing these moments of intimacy with her.

In a move that made Rachel shriek in surprise, Sam caught her beneath her arms and pulled her onto his chest, turning them both and covering her body with his. His strength made her desire spike and her heart pounded with excitement.

He spread her legs with his knees, plunging deep inside of her in an instant, moaning as the wetness of her body eased his passage. Her silky heat was incredible.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, barely able to speak as desire slammed through him.

“You won’t,” she told him. “Harder. Take me harder.”

His responding growl made her smile. He pulled back his hips and pounded back inside of her harder and deeper with each plunge. He held himself up on his forearms as he looked down at her, gauging her reaction to his roughness, and was relieved to see that she was enjoying every moment of it. She was arching up to meet each of his thrusts and tipping her hips to take him deeper and faster.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned her.

“Me, too,” she told him, gasping as he pressed deeper. He angled her hips as he plunged deeper, dragging his cock across her G-spot and sending white hot stars shooting throughout her body as her orgasm overwhelmed her and made her body throb with pleasure.

Sam held her tightly against him as her body convulsed around him. He couldn’t prevent the growl that escaped him as he came and his seed exploded from his body. With each pulse of release, another spurt of the life-giving fluid filled his woman.

She kissed his neck, loving the feel of his racing pulse against her lips. Sam’s body in ecstasy was beautiful. She loved the sexy growl that escaped him as he came. She loved the feel of his shaft deep inside of her. She loved the warmth of his seed that filled her. She loved
him
.

It was a while before Sam could speak. He kissed Rachel’s forehead tenderly, drawing her body closer to his and gently caressing her arms and torso. Her softness soothed him. She was the gentle soul that he needed to help him heal. Her tender heart was exactly what he needed to ease his pain and open his heart. His love for her was complete. She was his. He was never going to let her go.

“I think I need another shower,” he told her huskily, kissing her temple gently.

Rachel laughed gently. She kissed his neck tenderly, pulling back to look lovingly into his eyes. He made her feel so comfortable. The way he loved her body was beautiful. They lay together in silence, gently stroking each other’s bodies as time passed in the sweet beauty of their embrace.

“I hope you liked that as much as I did,” Rachel told him finally, reaching her arms around him to hug him to her, smiling as she felt Sam’s body moving as he laughed softly.

Closing his eyes and resting his face against her temple, he kissed the beautiful crescent birthmark at the corner of her eye. When he eased back and looked at her, she was smiling, her eyes bright with happiness.

“How is it possible to want a man so much?” she whispered.

He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her deeply. She held on to him as he drew her into his embrace and held her tightly, not wanting their time together to end.

“If you want me even one tenth of how much I want you, I will be a happy man for the rest of my life,” he told her softly.

Rachel smiled at the feel of his cock growing hard within her once again. She lifted her hips and pushed against him to keep him inside of her. He groaned against her mouth.

“You’re a bad influence, Rachel Williams,” he scolded her, his voice tight with passion.

“It’s all your fault, Sam McCoy,” Rachel told him sincerely. “You make me need you more every time we’re together.”

“Do I?” he asked her, smiling.

“Yes.”

He slowly eased from her body and kissed her lips lightly, hugging her gently before leaving the bed and tugging on her arms to draw her up to stand before him.

“You can have me any time you want me, baby,” he told her, leaning forward to kiss her lips tenderly, unable to keep himself from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against him as he intensified the kiss. He hummed softly against her lips as she opened to him and sucked on his tongue. Reluctantly ending the kiss, he eased back slightly to look down at her.