I swallowed nervously, suddenly wondering what I’d let myself in for. He cupped my head, and for a moment I thought he was going to tell me to relax and not to worry, but he didn’t.
Instead, keeping his gaze fixed on mine as if he wanted to drink in every flicker of emotion that passed across my face, he directed the tip of his cock to my entrance.
My breasts heaved with my rapid breaths, and he dropped his gaze to watch them for a moment before returning his eyes to my face. I saw in them a glimpse of triumph, of smugness—he liked that I was turned on, that I was excited and nervous all at once.
His mouth brushed mine but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he kept his lips there, the light touch of them on my swollen and tender mouth making me quiver, and then he pushed his hips forward and sheathed himself inside me.
My lips parted with an exhalation, and he covered my mouth with his as if he wanted to capture that moment and steal the widening of my eyes and the shock of his first penetration from me.
Fuck, he was big, and my groan continued as he pushed in, pulled out, and then, lubricated with my moisture, pushed in again all the way until his hips met my thighs.
“Aaahhh...” My head fell back and my fists clenched as I adjusted to the sensation of having him inside me. He wasn’t a small man, and I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. I’d never felt so full—I could feel him all the way up, thick and hard.
He waited for me to adjust, watching me, and when I lifted my head his lips had curved up.
“All right, Maddie?” he asked, acting innocent.
I groaned. “Sam...”
“Now it begins,” he said, and gave a hard thrust.
I wailed and fell back onto my elbows, and he held my shoulder, keeping me in place as he set up a firm rhythm.
I could only lie there and let him take me, entranced by the sensation of him repeatedly filling me and plunging through my sensitive folds that were becoming more wet and swollen with every thrust.
“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” he said, his voice harsh as he tilted his head to watch his cock sliding in and out of me. He slid his hands to my breasts and cupped them, squeezing them as if they were ripe fruit, and then he bent and covered a nipple with his mouth and sucked.
“Sam...” His name came out as a long groan.
He straightened, his eyes gleaming with exultancy. “Yes, fuck yes, say my name, come on.”
I let my head fall back, biting my lip, not wanting to give in to everything he demanded of me. I had some pride.
Or so I’d thought. Sam apparently had other ideas.
Spotting my deliberate lack of speech, he pulled out of me, tugged me upright again, moved his hands beneath my bottom, and lifted me. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me across the room to the large bed that lay against the wall.
It was my other prized possession along with the table in the meeting room. It had belonged to my parents before my mother had left my father, and the headboard was carved oak, while the mattress was the largest and softest I had ever seen.
Sam threw me onto it as if I were little more than a pile of blankets. I bounced and squealed, but he just laughed and climbed on, catching me as I flipped over and went to crawl away from him.
“Going somewhere?” He turned me onto my back and lay on top of me, pressing me into the mattress with his weight. His eyes burned into mine, excited, intense.
I pushed at his chest, breathless. “Oof. You’re as heavy as a horse.”
“Got a cock like one, too.” He kissed down my neck, fastened his mouth where my neck met my shoulder, and sucked.
“Sam!” I swatted his shoulder and pushed again, my heart hammering.
Growling, he caught my hands and pinned them both above my head with one of his own. Shifting so he lay a little to the side, half on me with his thigh between my legs, he pulled my leg over his hips, effectively wrapping me around him.
He exhaled a long sigh, stroking his big hand down my body, over my breasts. “I dreamed of this, Maddie. Of you wet and swollen for me. I imagined you crying out my name as I thrust into you, and listening to you screaming as you came.”
“Screaming?” I tried to shift beneath him, but he was too heavy. He rocked his hips, brushing his thigh between my legs, sending quivers through me, and I grunted irritably. “I’ve never screamed, and I’m not going to start now.”
His eyelids lowered to half-mast. “I’m going to make you scream, Maddie. I’m going to make you come again and again until you beg me to stop.”
I closed my eyes. “Sam, please...”
“Yes,” he whispered in my ear, “beg me.” Sliding his free hand over my hip, he moved it across my bottom and down to my folds, gathering some of the moisture there. Then, he trailed his fingers back up between the cheeks of my bottom.
My lips parted, and I opened my eyes to look into his. They shone like silver buttons in the moonlight that poured through the window.
He pressed his finger lightly against the puckered skin between my cheeks. I groaned.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, and lowered his head to tug a nipple with his lips.
I felt as if I was melting into a puddle. Everything was dissolving and I was becoming just a collection of nerve endings and sensations. Tom had never aroused me like this, never teased my body near to the edge of ecstasy. “Sam...”
“Tell me you want me to stop.” He pushed his finger a little way through the tight muscle. My clit throbbed, and I felt more moisture dampen my thighs.
I hadn’t expected this. I’d thought sex with him would be fun, like in the morning when I’d watched him with Liza—their coupling had looked light-hearted and pleasurable, removed enough from my own experiences to make me jealous.
But I hadn’t expected this level of passion from him—this dark desire that rose from him like scent, and clawed deep within me like an animal trying to get out. His hunger for me—and mine for him—fascinated and scared me at the same time. It was like fire, and I was afraid it was going to consume me.
“You’d said we’d make love,” I protested as he continued to tease me with his finger. I was certain this was turning into fucking.
“We are.” He nibbled my earlobe. “Tell me honestly that you have no feelings for me.” He lifted his head to wait for my answer, still stroking his finger in and out of my tight muscle.
I tilted my head away from him, conscious of his erection pressing against my stomach and the tension simmering between us.
“Madeleine?” He nuzzled my ear again. “Your husband was the one who was blind to your passion. I saw it the moment I walked into that tavern. It radiated from you, hot enough to singe my eyebrows.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know what a volcano is, Maddie?”
I frowned. “A fiery mountain?”
“Yes. It can lie dormant for hundreds of years, but all that time the fire is burning deep inside until suddenly one day it erupts forth, spilling its heat and consuming everyone.”
He hummed a tune as he removed his finger, released my hands and shifted on top of me, and pressed the tip of his cock into my folds.
“What’s the song?” I whispered.
“‘Fire Down Below’,” he said. “That’s you, Maddie.” And he thrust forward, plunging his whole length inside me.
I shuddered and arched my spine, shocked again at the sensation of being filled to the brim. “Argh!”
He groaned, pushed my knees up to my chest, and moved his hips from side to side, burying himself even further into me, stretching me wide. He was going to split me in half.
Fire down below. Cheeky bastard. I’d show him some fire.
Turning my head so my mouth met his arm, I sank my teeth into his flesh and bit hard.
“Fuck!” He pushed up onto his hands, pulling my legs up so they wrapped around my waist, and then gave me a sound smack on my rump.
“Sam!” I squealed.
“Serves you right.”
Raising a hand, I slapped him across the face.
He laughed, caught my hands in his again, and linked his fingers with mine before he pinned them above my head.
“God, you’re so soft.” He looked down to watch the way my slick walls sucked his cock as he withdrew it. He sank back in, balls deep. “It’s like sinking into wet velvet.”
I flexed my fingers in his as he began to pound into me and tugged my hands to try and free them, but he refused to let me go. He was going to take me the way he wanted, and I realized I might as well let him get on with it. There was no point in fighting him any further. Desire was coiling inside my stomach, and I wanted to be carried away, to lose myself in him.
I let my thighs drop open, and released the final dregs of any remaining inhibitions as I abandoned myself to him.
“Oh, oh, ohhh...” I said, my exclamations growing louder with every thrust.
“Yes,” he said. “Let me hear you, Maddie. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I bit my lip, but I couldn’t stop the grunts of pleasure escaping my lips, and continue to ohhh and ahhh with increasing ferocity as he thrust away. I’d often thought there was something animalistic about the sexual act, but this was more than that—this was feral, ancient as the hills, powerful as all the midnight magic in the world, and I couldn’t fight what he was doing to me as he took me nearer and nearer to the dizzy heights of ecstasy.
“Sam... I can’t...” My voice turned to a wail. Tension was building inside me, as if I was a spring winding tighter and tighter, almost painful in its intensity. I couldn’t take it any longer. He was going to kill me with pleasure!
“Oh, Maddie.” He was thrusting so hard now that the beautiful oak headboard banged against the wall. “Oh, fuck. Come on.” He plunged into me, the slick sound of his cock sliding into my wet flesh filling the room.
“Sam... Oh, oh, oh!”
“Yes!”
“Sam...!” I yelled his name as everything clenched around him, the yell turning to a scream as intense pleasure tore through me, the like of which I had never experienced before.
Sam roared and pushed forward so hard I was sure he was trying to spear me to the bed, his body going rigid above mine as he came, spilling his seed into me. I could almost feel those jets of his life-giving fluid flooding me, and as the final dregs of pleasure faded away, I collapsed back onto the bed in tears, emotion overtaking everything else.
He shuddered, his hips jerking, and I blinked furiously to clear the tears, looking up at his fierce frown, loving that I had finally been able to give him pleasure.
It was only as his eyes opened and he focused on my face that I became aware of the sound of cheering in the tavern below us.
My eyes widened. “Are they... Jesus, are they cheering us?”
He started to laugh. “You were very loud.”
“And you weren’t? You nearly drove the headboard through the wall.” I giggled, and his chuckle turned into a throaty laugh as whoops and cheers continues to echo throughout the tavern.
“Ouch, don’t laugh,” he scolded, withdrawing and lifting off me.
“Serves you right. I’m never going to walk again.” I closed my legs with a groan.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He held up an arm so I could move closer to him.
Surprised that he hadn’t immediately sprung to his feet, I rolled toward him and let him fold me in his arms. “No you’re not.”
“No, I’m not, but it seemed polite to say so.” He kissed my forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I was a little tender, but it was absolutely worth it. “No,” I said shyly. “It was nice. Unexpected.”
He stroked my back, holding me tightly against him. “Better than before, with Tom?”
“Oh God, Sam, you are jesting with me? I don’t think he was even aware I was there half the time. It wouldn’t have mattered if it were me or any other woman, I’m sure.”
Sam looked up at the ceiling. “Don’t. It makes me angry.”
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to do that, not after what we’d shared, with my lips tender from his kisses and his seed still within me.
We could have made a child. The thought gave me a glow I would never have expected.
He yawned. “You’ve worn me out.”
“Four times in an hour, you promised me.”
He gave a short laugh. “Even the Prince of Pirates has his limits. That was pretty exceptional, Maddie.”
The glow continued to spread through me. “Was it?”
“It was. Now get some sleep. You deserve it.”
But I lay there for a long while, listening to him breathing, feeling his chest rising and falling beneath my hand, the moonlight lying across his body like a silver sheet.