Relaxation

Sam giggles behind you, her whole front pressed against your back and her arms wrapped around your waist. You can tell that she’s wearing very little or nothing at all, because you can feel her nipples through your shirt. Turning slowly in her arms, you look down.

Samantha is pressed against you from her shoulder to her hip, completely bare. She’s biting her lip, the other side quirked up so that her expression becomes invitingly sultry. You can’t see below her bust, but the feeling of her bare tits pressed against you through only one layer of cloth is enough to spark a fire in your veins.

“Like what you see, captain?” Her blue eyes are sparkling, and her blush is making the splash of freckles across her nose even more visible.

“Never a time that I don’t.” Your decision to lay your newly-uncovered hopeless sappy side on thick pays off, as her blush darkens and she ducks her head slightly.

“I hate when you do that….” Her pout, combined with the small voice the words come out in, are the trigger that reminds your brain that she’s naked, and that you have the opportunity to indulge yourself now in ways you couldn’t in the apartment. Wrapping your arms around her, you maneuver your hands so that one rests at the nape of her neck, the other palming her ass.

“Then you know how I feel when you constantly try to fluster me, you little tease.” She shivers in your arms as you start to grope her, one hand kneading a handful of her round ass as the fingers of the other dance at her neck. “I think I deserve to see you blush a little.”

“Well I can’t help it if….” She swallows as her hands begin to roam your chest, feeling you through your shirt. “If you’re cute when you get all embarrassed. I like that feeling, you know? Being able to make you squirm like tha-at!” Her voice breaks into a gasp as you slide one finger past her ass and along her lips. You grin as you feel that she’s already wet, even if she seems to need a little more warmup before she’s dripping like she was the first time. Her hands are fumbling at the hem of your shirt, and you raise your arms to let her pull it off in a feverish haze before pulling her back against you. The one hand returns to its previous place, massaging at her rear and playing at her lower lips. The other cups the back of her head, tilting her face to you so you can lean in.

There’s no preamble this time; your tongue invades her mouth immediately, savoring the taste of her as you feel her hands grip at your neck. The hand you had been teasing her pussy with drifts up again, stroking along the curve of her hip and waist. As she hums and gasps into your mouth, you move your other hand away from her head, dragging your fingers down her neck and to her collarbone. The moan she lets out when you finally palm at her breast sends a vicious thrill down your spine. Pulling out of the kiss, you move to bite at her earlobe.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper in her ear as one hand kneads at her waist and the other fondles her perky tit. “And I love the sounds you’re making.” You quickly shift your hold so that you pinch her rosy nipple, making her gasp and whine as you roll it between the pads of your fingers. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, you relish the squeak that escapes her as you suck at her pulse point.

“Michael....” Her voice is breathless and rough, her hands tugging the hairs at the nape of your neck. “I need….”

“Yes?” You pull away from her neck, enjoying the delirious glaze that has filled her eyes as she makes eye contact with you. “What do you need, Samantha?”

“I need….” She swallows, her eyelids fluttering. “I need more. I n-need it, I need you….”

“You're not the one giving orders, Sam. You gently twist the peak between your fingers, the hand at her waist pressing to the small of her back so she can’t escape as she gasps and squirms against you. “After all, you gave me a title, yeah?”

“I….” She bites her lip, her eyes flickering between your lips and your own gaze. “Yes….”

“And what did you call me?” You feel one of her hands moving, drifting between you to pull at your belt, her nimble fingers slowly undoing the buckle.

“You’re the captain.” Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her face and neck a fetching shade of pink.

“That’s right.” You lean in to whisper in her ear. “So do you get to tell me what to do, Sam?” She whimpers, the hand at your waist trying to slide past your waistband now that your belt is undone.

“No.”

“Right.” You grin in triumph. You can feel her breath coming in shaky bursts. “So no orders. But if you ask nicely, I could be persuaded.”

“But I-” You cut off her protest by using the hand you have at her back to deliver a smack to her ass, causing her to yelp and jump against your grasp. “P-please…. Please give me more…. I want to feel more….”

“Okay.” You turn slightly, holding her tight against you and slowly maneuvering towards the bed. “That’s all you had to say.” Releasing your hold on her behind and her tit, you push her so she sits on the edge of the bed, taking the opportunity to shuck off your pants while she’s momentarily dazed. You take a moment to enjoy the sight of Sam sitting on the edge of your bed, her eyes glazed and her lips parted, completely naked and with her legs spread, her wet, pink pussy completely exposed to you. A predatory grin spreading across your face, you lean down to capture her lips again, your hands starting at her shoulders and moving down.

Sam’s hums and gasps as your fingers explore every inch of her pale body are like a ****, each one making you more determined to get more from her. Your hands caress at her shoulders and her arms, one pausing to paw greedily at her breasts again while the other moves further until your thumb is drawing circles on the inside of her wrist. Deciding that you want to enjoy her tits a little longer, you release her wrist to begin brushing the inside of her thighs. The slick fluid that has slid down her upper thighs from her dripping pussy makes her skin slippery, and as your hand brushes her folds again, you delight in the way her breath hitches.

“Is this what you want, Sam?” You feel her squirming and shaking, her lips brushing against yours as you whisper, enjoying every moment that you make her lose her composure. Slowly rubbing one finger along her hot, wet pussy, you briefly press in at her entrance, causing her to whine.

“Yes, Michael, yes….” She’s ****, her fingers dancing along your shoulders. “Please touch me….”

“I’ll do better than that.” Moving away from her mouth, you watch her eyes open in an adorable expression of confusion before her lips part in surprise. Her eyes widen in realization as she watches you kneel.

“I….” She audibly gulps. “Please. Please make me cum.”

“Good girl.” You emphasize your words by pressing a finger inside her, causing her to moan and bite her lip. Slowly moving in and out, you curl the digit to press against the upper wall of her pussy.

“Oh god.” She shivers. “That’s g-good, so good, really good.”

“I’m glad.” You grin, drawing out just far enough to push back in with a second finger. “Because it’s going to get even better.” Leaning in, you flick the hood of her clit with your tongue, your senses catching her taste; tangy and a little bitter and tart, but not unpleasant. Increasing the intensity, you flick her bud from side to side, quickening the pace of your fingers and using your free hand to massage her thigh. Her breathing is faster than before, her soft gasps and moans replaced by needy whines and squeals.

“Michael....” She runs her fingers frantically through your hair, and you feel them curl as though she’s holding herself back from pressing your face into her core. “I’m so close, s-so cl-c-close… Just a little more, please please please please….” Her pleas trail off into incoherent babbling and pleasured moans, and you feel her tensing up around your fingers.

“Come on, baby.” You lean in just a little farther. “Let me see you fall apart.” Wrapping your lips around her clit, you lightly suck, and she freezes. Her entire body is shaking, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent cry. A tiny whine escapes her mouth before she collapses back onto the bed bonelessly. Standing up, you lean over her with your hands on the bed, grinning down at her. Her dazed expression and the flush you see on her face and chest are sights you commit to memory, but get the feeling you’ll get to see in the future. “Good?” Your grin widens as she nods weakly.

“Jus’.... Gimme a bit, ‘kay?” She mutters breathlessly as you move away. “Want more, need t’wait.”

“I don’t know if I can, Sam.” You put a tone of false regret into your voice as you use one hand to slide off your boxers, your cock springing free at just enough of a distance that she doesn’t notice. “I need release too, you know. See?” You press your length against her pussy, your shaft rubbing along her lips and clit and making her eyes shoot open. She slowly lifts a hand to her face, biting her fingertip.

“Well….” She sounds more put together now. “I mean, I never said you would have to wait long….” She lets a small smile onto her face. “And I have wanted this for too long as it is… to feel you inside, stretching me open….” Her smile turns into a grin as she puts the images into your brain. “Pushing that big, hard monster of a cock into my tiny little pussy and making me feel so full....” She’s gyrating her hips a little, her pussy rubbing against the underside of your length. “So I’m ready if you are… captain.”