your arms again. But here I am. It’s a little surreal.”
Lance flipped her over on to her back, covering her petite body with his long frame. He cradled her face in his hands, brushing her cheeks with his fingers, studying her face. “Sam, don’t cry. I’m here. You’re here. And we are going to make the most of it.” He brushed her lips with his. “I’ve missed you all these years. More than I ever cared to admit to anyone, especially myself.”
She looked up at him and touched his face. “I’ve missed you too.”
He sighed and shoved himself up off her, sitting next to her on the bed. “Sam, you know I write most of the songs for the Forbidden Gods, don’t you?”
She slid up, sitting next to him. “I didn’t know, but I’m not surprised. You always were a great song writer.”
He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “Sam, any love song I’ve written in the past 10 years, hell before that even, has been about you. It’s always been you.” His eyes were so full of emotion and the tears welled up in her eyes again.
There was no way she’d be able to leave him again after tonight.
***
Lance wondered if he would be able to convince Samantha to go with him on the road, at least for a bit. He just got her back after all these years; he wasn’t ready to let her go in a couple days. He wanted to find a way to make this work.
“Don’t cry, Sam.” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Let’s enjoy tonight, ok?”
She laughed nervously and nodded. “Ok.”
His gaze moved over her body, taking in the curves he remembered so well. He felt desire stir in his loins again. “You’re sexier than ever, Sam.”
Her cheeks reddened under his scrutiny. “Thanks. I try. Lots of yoga.”
He traced a finger around her nipple, watching it pucker beneath his touch. “Does that mean you’re pretty flexible?”
She shivered and giggled. “Maybe. I’ve never tried.”
“What a shame. We’ll have to remedy that, but first, I want to find out if you taste as good as I’ve always imagined you would.” He moved swiftly between her legs, his hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading them wide.
He stopped for a minute, studying her swollen sex. It looked like she waxed it bare, and a wave of jealousy washed over him as he thought about who else might have seen her naked. No one else would ever again if he had anything to say about it.
He spread her wide with this thumbs, wanting to see all of her. “I love how smooth it is.” He moved his tongue all around her, lapping up her juices. She was so wet, her body so responsive to his touch. Her head fell back on the pillow with a sigh. He planned on having her screaming by the time he was done.
She tasted amazing, even better than he’d hoped. She was sweet like honey. Closing his mouth over her entire pussy, he licked all around her folds, not missing a spot. He finally slid two fingers inside of her wet heat as he teased her clit with his tongue, feeling it swell. He looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, whimpers coming from her lips.
He stopped for a moment, lifting his head slightly to look at her. “Look at me, Sam,” he said firmly.
Her eyes opened and her head came up off the pillow as she looked down at him. Her green eyes were glassy with desire. “I want you to watch me. I want to see your eyes when you come,” he murmured before lowering his head back down to her dripping sex. His tongue darted slowly in and out of her pussy, feeling the sensitive flesh pulse beneath him. He buried his face deep between her legs, fucking her with his tongue, his nose bumping her clit. Her soft whimpers had turned to pants, whispering his name with each thrust of his tongue.
His tongue was covered with her cream as he moved up and kissed her clit. A moan escaped her when he closed his lips over it and sucked gently. He felt it grow beneath his tongue and he