SAMANTHA TELLS ME she’s way too tired to walk all the way to her car and asks me to kayak her home. I laugh and offer her a piggy-back ride instead. “You’re no fun,” she pouts, but laughs when I stoop and ease her up onto my back, skirt be damned.
“We’ve already established that,” I tell her, hiking her up higher and squeezing her thighs as she grips my neck. “Are you drunk? Am I taking advantage of you?”
Sam cackles. “You better take advantage of me, Trachtenberg. I was promised some extensive groveling.”
When we reach my car, I lower her to the ground and help her inside the passenger seat. As I walk around to the drivers side, reaching for the gear shift, I finally understand why people enjoy driving an automatic. I have to keep my hand away from her to downshift at every traffic light. Samantha stares at me quietly while I drive. I speed up to catch the next light when it’s yellow and she cheers. She looks confused when I pull up outside of my building in Squirrel Hill. “Where the hell are you taking me?”
I shrug. “My place. I can take you to yours if you’d rather?”
She shakes her head. “No, this is fine. I want to see where you live.”
I rush around to open her door and help her to her feet. “Let’s get something clear.” I clasp her hands. “This apartment is where I’ve been wallowing. You bring me to life, Samantha Vine.”
“Well that’s a really nice thing to say.” Her lip quivers and I lean to kiss her, giving her ass a squeeze to try and lighten the mood after revealing something so heavy. I guide her inside the building, up the stairs, and inside my door, where she stops to laugh incredulously. “This is your home? Did you just move in? Why don’t you have any possessions?”
She paces around the room, her footsteps echoing in the near-empty space. “I can’t deal with this. Honey, I’m going to need to take you shopping for furniture. And decorations. At minimum a portrait of me…”
I step close to her and nibble her earlobe. “I like the idea of that,” I tell her. “But there is one essential piece of furniture here that I’d like to show you right now.”
“What’s that? A concrete block bookshelf?”
She squeaks when I give her a gentle shove down the hall. She laughs when she sees my bed, just a mattress and box spring on the tiny metal frame that came with it from the store. I flick on the overhead light, squint up at the fluorescent glare, and decide I can make do with the glow from the hall light. “Let’s get you naked,” I tell her.
She bites her lip. “Am I going to get to stroke your pelt?”
I nod, kneeling in front of her to help her out of her leggings and ankle boots. “I certainly hope so.” Samantha lifts her dress over her head and sits on the bed, naked apart from a dark green bra and matching panties. “You’re a goddess,” I whisper, letting my fingertips skate along her body. “I’ve been such a fool.”
“Mmm, this is an excellent early grovel.” She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra and tosses it over my shoulder. “I’m going to need to see more man-bear, please.” I chuckle and start to undress, pausing frequently to kiss and pet her. Samantha coos when I finally take off my undershirt. I’ve never had a woman so excited by my body hair. I should have taken that as a sign early on. I sigh, reminded again that I have some atonement to achieve tonight.
Kissing my way up her body, I climb on top of Samantha, who wriggles beneath me like she’s trying to burrow into my stomach. Her movements turn to rolling hips and her coos turn to breathy sighs as I slide downward, licking my way along her silky skin until I hook my teeth around the waistband of her panties.
Once we’re both fully nude, I pause to admire how we look together. She seems to shine in the shitty light of my apartment and I nearly disappear in the darkness, except for the fierce erection that points straight out toward Samantha. Like a compass guiding me toward true north, my dick twitches until I settle myself between her thighs.
“This feels so nice,” she says. “I love the weight of you on top of me.”
“Mmm.” I massage her breasts, lapping at her nipples and delighting in watching them pucker and tighten for me. I reach downward, finding slick heat in start contrast to the firm points on her chest. Sam’s mouth drops open and her head falls back as I stroke her, as I reach inside and find her soft and warm and wanting.
“Sam,” I whisper, kissing her navel. “Do you want to use a condom?” I lick a line back up to her breast before adding, “I’ve had a physical recently…”
She blows out a breath as I twirl my finger inside her. “I’m…oooh, that’s good. I’m good. On pill. Ahhh!” I tap on her clit as I think about what we’ve just decided, that I’m about to slide my naked cock inside her body with no barrier. Just the two of us, as close as it’s possible to be, gliding together toward shared pleasure.
“I want you so much,” I tell her. “I’ve always wanted you. From the first moment I saw you.”
Sam lifts up so she’s resting on her elbows, staring at me. “I’ve been hot for teacher since day one. But can we talk about that later?” She juts her hips up from the bed to emphasize her point. “We’re celebrating 16 million shares here, remember?”
“Damn right,” I say, pressing a thumb into her clit and loving the view as she arches back, groaning at my touch. I circle her pleasure zone a few times until I feel her starting to clench around the finger sliding in and out of her body. I adjust my weight, redouble my efforts, and add in a tongue circling her right nipple until I feel Samantha give me what I want: her release.
“AJ!” She shrieks my name as her hips jerk beneath me. Her arousal fills my nostrils and I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her, to feel her throbbing and pulsing. And so I take what she’s offering. I use one hand to line up the tip of my cock and I slide into paradise.
Both of us groan at the smooth fit, at the feel of us coming together. “I’m so full of you,” Sam pants, rolling her hips and lifting to grind against me as the final waves of her orgasm subside. “I love it,” she purrs. “Oh, I love this.”
“So good,” I groan, and then I bark out a laugh when she tugs on my chest hair before digging her nails into my ass. I love this about being with her—she surprises me every moment. Nothing about her is what I expect and…that’s the beauty of being with her. She drags me right outside my comfort zone and then lights my comfort zone on fire. “I can’t get enough.”
Letting go of my ass, Samantha grabs my head and kisses me. I taste the cinnamon whiskey on her tongue. I taste her success and her pain, and I want to be here for all of it, standing by her side, wrapping her in my furry limbs, doing what I can to support her. “Samantha.” Her name is a prayer as I move inside her.
“Adriel!” I hear the desperation in her voice and I know she’s close. I know we’re about to topple over the edge together. She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, closer, locking us tighter together. This is where I want to stay, always. If she’ll have me.
“I need you,” she moans. “Please! Please!” I don’t know how to give her what she wants, not consciously. But as I study her face and read the roll of her body beneath me, I respond with my touch. One thrust, one stroke, one pinch, and she clamps around my cock. “Yes. Yes, just like that,” Sam moans, a contented smile on her face as she comes. And then I’m chasing right behind her, firing inside her with a force that leaves me breathless.
Catching my breath, I collapse in her arms, resting my head on the pillow beside hers. I look into her eyes, feeling perfectly happy. So safe, so content.
“Now that’s a good grovel,” she whispers, tracing her nails along my spine.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “Happy to oblige.”