Obsession (3 page)

Moaning with desire, Sammy kept her legs
wrapped around his waist, relishing in the feel of his strong
erection. He ground his cock into the crevice between her legs as
if there wasn’t a layer of clothing between them. The air was
filled with the heavy echoes of their labored breathing and sounds
of mutual ecstasy. Straining against each other, John’s hand went
to her breasts, caressing them roughly.

Sammy was wearing a bodice-fitting sundress
with buttons down the front, and it didn’t take John long to find
and undo them enough for him to part the material. He pulled back
and glanced down at her exposed flesh. Then he put his hands inside
her dress and moved it away from her breasts, caressing her aching
flesh along the way, and finishing by roughly tweaking her taut
nipples. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain she could barely
stand.

“John!” Sammy lost control, arching wildly
against him. Her clit was throbbing, wanting,
and needing
attention. John’s rough palms continued over her breasts and
nipples several times, until he finally replaced his hands with his
mouth.
Sweet Jesus!
She closed her eyes and rolled her head
against the pillow beneath it. He sucked as much of her flesh into
his mouth as he could, rolling her nipples with his tongue as her
breast glided out.

Her hands moved down his body between them,
searching and finding the buckle to his belt. She didn’t know how
but she managed to undo it, and then unsnap his jeans and work the
zipper down.
No underwear!
His cock burst out into her
waiting hand, hot steel and full of burning life. Sammy didn’t
waste any time in caressing his shaft from where it jutted out from
his tight balls up to the wet tip.

“I want to taste you.” The words slipped past
her lips before she could stop them.

John jerked back as though in surprise. His
gaze met hers. He looked wild. His eyes were almost black, his
nostrils were flaring. A stamp of raw desire was etched like stone
on his handsome face. His thick cock throbbed forcefully in her
hand.

“Next time, baby. The first time I come I
want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

Next time? There was going to be a next
time?
Sammy couldn’t think past that moment, but she found
herself nodding. And then she felt John’s hands pull the skirt of
her dress up her legs, past her thighs until it was bunched about
her hips. Their lips met for a wet kiss while his fingers went to
the damp silk covering her pussy. He teased her for a moment,
flicking his finger over her, and then slipped beneath the edge of
the silk to the wet plump flesh beneath.

“Fuck! You’re wet and ready for me.”

Yes!
She pulled gently on his cock. He
groaned. When his finger parted her pussy lips, slid over her
swollen clit, and slipped inside her, a mini orgasm claimed Sammy
and she cried out, trembling violently. She bit her bottom lip to
keep from screaming a second time.

“Back right pocket. Condom. You’d better
hurry.”

Sammy reached for the pocket, slipped her
fingers inside, and grasped the packet. Since one of John’s hands
was busy pleasuring her pussy, she tore the packet open with her
teeth. When she had it out and was ready to put it on his shaft, he
helped her by doing a one-armed push-up away from her body. She
glanced down for a moment, taking in his cock. God, he was thick
and long and the head was dripping. Without further hesitation, she
reached between them and rolled the condom over his flesh, giving
his balls a tickle with the tip of her fingers in the process.

“Fuck!” John pulled her panties aside and let
her guide his shaft to the opening. No encouragement was needed. He
thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Sammy’s body.
“Damn.” He shuddered as if in the throes of climaxing. “So fucking
tight, baby.” He pulled back so they could meet each other’s eyes.
“This was worth waiting for.” His flesh throbbed inside her,
filling her to capacity.

Sammy tried to hold back tears as unexpected
emotion threatened to choke her. It almost sounded as if he loved
her, when all it really was between them was lust. She was old
enough not to fall for passion-laced words during sex, knowing it
was one time that anything goes. She did agree with John about one
thing, though. It was worth waiting for, and far surpassed any of
her thoughts or dreams. Her aching pussy was happily stuffed and
waiting for action.

She arched against him, her frustration
building. “What are you waiting for?”

“How do you want it?”

Sammy didn’t need to think about it. “Hard
and fast. Like there’s no tomorrow.” There was no use pretending
anymore.

A slow, sexy grin appeared on John’s face. He
obviously liked what she said. “Then hang on tight, baby.”

He crushed his mouth against hers and began
to plunge into her over and over, harder and faster. Sammy arched
every time he entered her body, scraping her nails over his torso
in wild abandon, encouraging him unnecessarily while responding to
the intense pleasure gripping her body. Their tongues mimicked what
their bodies were doing, fueling the fire that was rapidly
spiraling out of control.

The breath rushed from them with every thrust
as they worked up a speed that promised only one outcome. Sammy was
eagerly anticipating the rush, which was already coursing through
her blood. She twisted under John, slipping her hands beneath his
jeans and clenching her hands into his taut ass. He knew what he
was doing, plunging downward over her clit to give her the ultimate
gratification. The friction of his cock against her pulsing clit
and swollen pussy lips quickly brought her to a climax of massive
degrees.

As release exploded through her body, Sammy
bit down on John’s bottom lip, and then cried out, letting an earth
shattering orgasm consume her body and soul.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
Three years of abstinence, and in one afternoon with
John, she was going up in flames.

Sweet Jesus!
John shuddered one last
time before collapsing onto Sammy. He was gasping for breath and
totally spent. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so
drained—if the house was on fire he wouldn’t be able to move. His
face was buried into the sweet smelling hair against her neck, his
hand still curled around one soft, full breast. His heart felt like
it was about to jump right out of his chest. He couldn’t recall
ever coming so hard. But then, all of the women before Sammy had
one thing in common: they hadn’t been her. And it dawned on him now
that he’d always held something back.

He’d wanted Sammy since they were teenagers,
and he was honest enough to admit that sex had been the only thing
on his mind back then. Only later had he begun to realize it could
have been more, had he straightened up and she given him a chance.
It had been all he could do to stand by and watch her marry his
brother. He’d eventually left, figuring out of sight, out of
mind.

Yeah, right!

A few more years of living on the wild side
and a short marriage had done nothing to get her out of his head. A
stint in jail for fighting with a deadly weapon had forced him to
grow up the hard way, and fast. He’d left there swearing he was
going to straighten up and look for a better life. And he had. It
had taken him years of sweat and hard work, but now he had money
and a construction company he’d built from the ground up. And
nothing else. No one to share it with.

He turned his face into the soft fragrance of
Sammy’s skin, breathing in deeply. She felt good beneath him. His
cock thought so too, refusing to slip out of the tight sheath of
her body, even as it diminished in size. That was okay with him
because he wanted to fuck Sammy again, wanted to cram twenty years
of needing her into one, long weekend. John wondered how receptive
she would be to that.

Coming to the reunion had been a last-minute
decision, and one he was glad he’d made now. It had been with the
thought of seeing Sammy again, now that she was divorced. To see if
she still held some unexplainable power over him. It hadn’t taken
him long to realize how much she still affected his libido.
Everything about her drew him in.

He nuzzled her neck, taking in her arousing
scent. Her slight shiver, followed by a soft sigh, told John that
she liked what he did. He began to kiss his way up her throat,
along her jaw until he reached the corner of her luscious mouth.
She turned slightly, offering her lips to him. Still buried inside
her body, his cock stirred as he drank in the warmth of her sweet
kiss. He felt her hands slowly glide up his back, and then back
down.

He pulled away just enough to say against her
lips, “You’d think after the hot fuck we just shared that I would
be satisfied. But I want you all over again, Sammy.” John thrust
his hips against hers. His renewed hard-on throbbed.

She clenched her muscles around his shaft,
and arched beneath him. “This is crazy, John. I should leave.”

He didn’t want to hear it, and crushing her
mouth beneath his seemed a good way to silence her. Their passion
grew to fierce heights almost immediately, and within seconds they
were twisting and straining against each other. John rolled to his
back, bringing Sammy with him. She pushed herself into a sitting
position and he arched upward, further impaling her on his
cock.

“John!” Sammy closed her eyes and began to
move up and down. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

He smiled at the passion in her voice and the
heated flush on her pretty face. How many times over the years did
he imagine what she would look like making love to him? He reached
up and caressed her heavy breasts, marveling at how responsive her
nipples were. Her eyes flew open and met his, and then lowered. Was
it his imagination or did she suddenly look shy?

John knew she was in for another hard, fast
ride. He’d gone too long without sexual gratification. And much too
long dreaming about a woman he couldn’t have. Now that she was his,
and she was in every sense of the word, he intended to make up for
lost time. He intended to show Sammy that they belonged
together.

Every time she came down, he bowed up,
forcing his cock farther into her welcoming body. Her breasts
filled his palms and John tugged on them gently, forcing Sammy down
until he could take a nipple into his mouth. It was about the size
of a pea and hard as a rock. Groaning low in his throat, he rolled
the nub with his tongue, pulling on it with his mouth.

Sounds of pleasure filled the tiny bedroom.
John was thankful he hadn’t had time to open any of the windows,
sure their sounds would carry beyond the cabin walls. After loving
both of her swaying breasts, his hands moved to Sammy’s hips where
he took control of her movements. A powerful climax was building
inside his body and he was ready to let go. As he forced her to
move faster up and down his blood-engorged cock, he moved one hand
down to her wet pussy.

“Come with me, baby.” He found her clit and
ran his thumb over it.

“Oh, God!” She leaned back so he could have
easier access. “Yes!” She hissed between her teeth.

She cried out when release came. John gripped
her hips and held her down on his cock, climaxing at the same
time.

* * * *

“Oh, God, how long did I sleep?”

They’d both drifted off and for all John
knew, it could have been minutes or hours ago. After the last time
they’d made love, he’d pulled Sammy down and rolled her into a
position that allowed him to curl against her. Looking back on it,
he realized it was an unusual move for him. He didn’t cuddle. It
was something past lovers, including his wife, had complained
of.

But it was different with Sammy.

“Does it matter?” He moved his hand up from
where it rested on her tummy, to her breast. Taking the soft globe
in his hand, he caressed it gently, manipulating the nipple until
it grew taut.

Sammy gave a little moan and thrust her
buttocks into his semi-hard dick. John clenched his teeth because
it felt so damn good. He thought about the used condoms piling up
on the floor between the wall and the bed, glad he’d brought extra.
He’d like nothing better than to spend the weekend in bed with her,
exploring their feelings and where they went from here, all while
discovering every inch of each other’s body.

“That feels good, but—”

“Yes, you have a sexy butt,” he teased,
purposely misunderstanding her.

She chuckled softly. “
But
I need to
go.”

Then why was she stretching against him and
rubbing that rounded fanny into his hard-on? Didn’t she realize the
surest way of getting screwed was taunting a man through the back
door? And John was no exception. He was fully aroused now and
feeling the strong need to fuck her again. His rising blood
pressure told him to do it or suffer a stroke.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

He hoped her shiver was desire and not
disgust. To some women the subject was off limits.

“I’ve never been fucked from behind,
and—”

She stopped as if realizing she’d already
said too much. John wasn’t surprised at her admission. There was
nothing adventurous about his predictable brother. Pat had always
been the good son. He followed the rules of society, which
apparently carried into the bedroom. His brother, the suit-wearing
lawyer, would probably look at taking a woman from behind as
something crude and barbaric.

Her words inflamed him because he was going
to be the one to take her virginity,
when
the time was
right. He pulled Sammy onto her back and kissed her with all the
hunger burning through his body. She opened her mouth and their
tongues clashed. After a few seconds she twisted her head to break
contact.