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  Despite the desire rippling through her, she hadn’t completely lost her senses. She was more than aware her thighs were now perched on a very thick, and no doubt proud, erection.

  When he slid his hand from her waist to her backside, she realized she’d said they weren’t doing this. Finally breaking free, she struggled to get her breath back. “Sam, I said no. This is a terrible idea.”

  “Tell me you don’t want me.” He stared into her eyes, his pupils dilated, his face full of desire.

  She stared at him and swallowed. She did want him, more than any man she ever met, but their friendship was more important than a quick fuck. “I don’t want you.”

  He grinned. “I don’t believe you. You had lust in your eyes when you watched me jack off. Tell me the truth.”

  “Okay, I do want you.”

  When he grabbed her face and tried to kiss her again, she shoved him back. “No. We can’t do this. I know the sex will go horribly wrong and then one of us will have to move out. I don’t want another flat mate or to have to find a new home.”

  Sam buried his fingers in her hair, his voice soft and husky. “Me either. I’m not going into this with any expectations. If I can’t show you how enjoyable sex can be, I will never mention it again, and things carry on as before.”

  She plucked at the fabric of her track pants, unable to meet his gaze. “What if I can’t carry on as before? How will I be able to face you every day once you prove I’m frigid?”

  “I don’t intend to prove anything of the sort. You want me and I promise not to finish without you.”

  His comment made her giggle nervously. “I thought you had a hair trigger and from what I’ve seen you go off like a rocket.”

  He rubbed the back of his hand under his chin and flashed a confident smile. “Guilty as charged. When you walked in, I couldn’t hold back. Seeing the lust on your face pushed me over the edge. It won’t happen again.”

  She couldn’t resist teasing him. “Why not? I would still be in the room and I’m sure my face would be filled with lust.”

  “Trust me, when I want to I can maintain control. We’ll treat the night as two friends doing each other a favor. No commitment, no pain, just mind blowing sex.”

  “Fuck buddies?” Was that what he was suggesting? It was a tempting offer. She desperately wanted a positive sexual experience, and she wasn’t going to have one sleeping alone.

  “If that’s what you want. I’m happy to take you to bed, no strings attached, for as long as you like.” He grinned suggestively at her. “Do you want to ride my trusty steed?”

  Meg sighed. This was the worst thing she had ever agreed to. Worse than agreeing to get in the back of Greg Monet’s Combi van to see his movie collection. She still shuddered at the memory. No woman should suffer having a cock shoved up her arse, and certainly the poor girl didn’t deserve to have it immortalized forever on DVD. Despite her prior history, which made her positive they were heading for destruction, her now awakened libido demanded satisfaction.

  “Saddle up, big boy.”

  Chapter Five

  Sam got to his feet with her still in his arms. He couldn’t believe she had agreed to sleep with him. When he started the conversation he only wanted to comfort her, but given the opportunity to live out a long held fantasy to make love to her, he had taken a chance.

  Now she was letting him carry her to his bed; he had to fulfill his promise. He hoped to God he didn’t suddenly get a severe case of performance anxiety. Being unable to get an erection would be more humiliating than the closet incident with Jenny Schultz, and it would do nothing to improve Meg’s opinion of men, or her belief in herself.

  Hands full, he kicked his room door open and gently deposited Meg on the bed. She wiggled up to the top, resting her head on his stack of pillows. How many times had he imagined her lying naked on his bed? He’d lost count. If he wanted to experience the reality, he had to treat her with great care. He needed to take things slowly. With that in mind, he flicked on the bedside light, crawled up next to her, and softly stroked her face.

  “Are you still okay with this?”

  She nodded, but her wide-eyed expression made her look like a kangaroo caught in the headlights.

  He had to get her to relax or they would both end up disappointed. No way was he allowing her to leave his room until she had experienced at least one orgasm. “We’ll take things nice and slow, baby. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She nodded and took a deep breath.

  Sam tilted her face toward him and pressed his mouth to hers. He took his time, teasing her lips before deepening the kiss. Slowly her body relaxed beside him. Her tongue wrestled with his, her hands tugged his hair. It was time to up the ante. Still kissing her, he slid a hand inside her sweatshirt, tugging her t-shirt from her pants. Her body stiffened as he moved his hand closer to her breast.

  Her past experiences had obviously made her wary. This was going to be a lot harder than he’d imagined. Not wanting to scare her, he rested his hand on her stomach, lightly stroking her skin with his thumb as he continued to kiss her.

  Pulling away, he gazed down at her. Perhaps things would go better if he let her take the lead rather than expecting her to trust him. “Do you want me to take charge, or do you want me to ask permission before I do something?”

  She chewed her bottom lip, as nervous as when they had started. “Just do what you need to do.”

  He rubbed noses with her then planted a kiss on her neck just below her ear, inhaling the sweet flowery scent of her perfume. Moving to kiss her ear, he whispered, “This is only going to be enjoyable if you relax and trust me. If you want me to stop for any reason, you only need to say so and it ends right there. I won’t force myself on you or hurt you, no matter how far we go, I promise.”

  “But I’ve seen you.” He pulled back. Her wide-eyed gaze shifted to his bike shorts. “You’re huge.”

  So that was her problem. She had no idea how much she could take because she had never been ready. He grabbed her hand and dragged it down to his hard dick. “I can’t say I’m not flattered, but I don’t have anything you can’t deal with. If you can stretch enough to give birth, you can take my erect stallion. The secret is being aroused and relaxed. Stop concentrating on where this is leading and just enjoy the moment. First, I think you need to get better acquainted with my trusty steed, until you’re more comfortable with him.”

  Taking her hand in his, he pressed her palm against the bulge in his shorts. Once he was sure she was comfortable touching him, he lay back and left her to explore alone. He couldn’t hold back a groan when her fingers traced the outline of his erection. Apparently feeling more adventurous, she palmed his aching stallion. It took all his willpower not to thrust his hips and risk scaring her away. He needed to maintain control and take it slow. She glanced up at him. “Can I take him out?”

  Her words made him smile; she was already referring to his dick as a separate entity. Before he knew it, she would be giving it a pet name. The thought gave him a warm fuzzy feeling. Hopefully next time she wouldn’t feel the need to ask permission to pleasure him, assuming there was a next time, but for now, he was happy to do whatever it took to make the night special, for both of them. “Baby, you can do anything you like.”

  She struggled to roll down his bike shorts. When he realized she needed help freeing his dick, he shoved his heels into the mattress and lifted his butt. In one smooth action he stripped off his shorts, leaving himself naked from the waist down. It was stupid to wear just a t-shirt so he sat up and pulled the remaining garment over his head, tossing it onto the reclining chair. While desperate to get her out of her clothes, he couldn’t rush her. He had to let her take one small step at a time.

  Meg stared at him, on top of his chocolate brown duvet, completely butt naked. He was gorgeous, her fingers itched to trace the soft skin around his nipples, slide over his well defined pecs, rippling abs, follow the happy trail through curly light brown hair to his veined er
ect member. She had seen his dick before, but now she had permission to touch. His thick, steely penis looked way too big to fit in her tiny pussy. No matter what he said, she was terrified this was going to be a bust. Maybe she should quit now before they both ended up embarrassed. Before she had a chance to act on her fears, Sam grabbed her arm, kissed the back of her fingers then slid their entwined hands down his body, almost as if he had read her mind. When her fingertips brushed the moist head of his dick she tried to pull away, but he held her steady. She took a deep breath and glanced up at Sam.

  He smiled encouragingly at her. “Don’t be afraid. He might buck a little but he won’t bite, I promise.”

  When he let her hand go, she stroked the hard length of him, and then wrapped her fingers around his engorged cock. She felt blood pulse through his veins. Slowly, she slid her grip up and down, the way he had when he was jacking off. A loud moan shifted her gaze to his face. Eyes closed, lips slack, and his cheeks flushed.

  She needed to taste his mouth. His kisses were heavenly. Pressing her lips against his, she continued to pummel his cock. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he deepened the kiss, one hand buried in her hair held her face to his. He entwined the fingers of his other hand with hers, and pulled her grasp from his engorged member. Was she hurting him? Hell, she must have gotten overexcited and squeezed too tight.

  She broke the kiss. “Sorry.”

  He ran a hand over her hair. “No need to be sorry, baby. I just don’t want to get too far ahead of you, and the way you were grasping my steed I wasn’t going to travel the distance. This is a journey I want us to make together. Now, how about we get you more comfortable?”

  Meg’s heart rate lifted. She had a feeling she knew what he meant but maybe she was wrong. “How’s that?”

  He tugged at the bottom of her sweatshirt. “This can go to start with.”

  His words confirmed her worst fears. “You want me to get naked?”

  He smiled encouragingly at her. “I would love you to get naked. Seems only fair, don’t you think?”

  The moment of truth had arrived. He was buff, obviously, because he worked as a personal trainer. She wanted to hide her untoned body but nothing was going to happen if she kept her clothes on. Despite her reluctance to get naked she did want to continue. Embarrassed or not, she needed to get over it and disrobe.

  She gritted her teeth and climbed off the bed. Maybe if she treated undressing like taking off a Band Aid it wouldn’t be so bad. No matter how she went about stripping off, she had no intention of watching for Sam’s reaction. In fact, if she turned her back to him, she could pretend he wasn’t there.

  Sweatshirt halfway over her head, she faced the door. In quick succession, she tossed her track suit, t-shirt, sensible cotton bra, and panties on the floor. She still had her back to the bed and wasn’t sure she had the nerve to turn around.

  Warm breath tickled her neck. She inhaled the scent of male sweat and musky cologne. The aroma sent a shiver of desire through her body. If she wouldn’t go to him, he’d come to her. He wrapped his arms around her middle as he planted soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. A hand slid up her body, his fingers brushed her right nipple. She bit back a moan as a wave of lust rolled through her. Her knees buckled when both hands massaged her breasts and his lips nipped her earlobe. She rested back against him for support, shocked at the hardness of his erection pressing against her arse.

  Sam stopped the massage. Before she had a chance to ask what he was doing, he swept her into his arms and placed her on the bed. She lay on her back and held her breath. Was this really going to happen? Could Sam show her a good time?

  He smiled and planted a trail of soft damp kisses all the way from her hand to her shoulder before joining her. After running a finger down her face, he slowly licked her lips then moved to kiss her throat and nip her earlobe. His breath teased her neck as he whispered, “Stop thinking about what we’re doing and go with flow. Relax, baby, enjoy the ride.”

  He sat back on his heels, taking in the length of her body with the sweep of his eyes.

  She instinctively moved her arms to hide her breasts and the triangle between her thighs but Sam captured them and pulled them away.

  “Ah huh, you’ve seen mine. It’s only fair I get to see yours.”

  She glanced at his erect phallus, decorated with two beautiful heavy, deep pink testicles. “But yours are pretty.”

  “And what makes you think yours aren’t?”

  She shrugged. “I’m too fat.”

  He leaned forward and cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re not fat. You’re voluptuous. Real women have curves, and you are most definitely a real woman. Now relax and let me show you how good sex can be.”

  Meg took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was still tense but she hoped he would take her mind off her inadequacies, like he promised.

  The mattress next to her dipped. Warm lips covered her left nipple and it pebbled at his ministrations. Tongue, teeth, and lips teased first one hard nipple then the other. All thoughts of being fat faded as she focused on the jolts of pleasure flowing from her breasts to her clit. The very personal massage stopped. Opening her eyes, she sucked in a breath when she met his gaze. Eyes holding her gaze, he began to kiss his way down her body. Soft wet lips blazed a trail over her stomach, the sensation of his tongue swirling around her belly button made her shudder. Was he intending to do more with his mouth than kiss her stomach? When he slid his hands between her thighs and pushed at her legs, she spread them wide. The thought of his mouth caressing her most private parts had her shivering in anticipation. No one had ever touched her so intimately, but she’d heard it was way better than sex.

  The first touch of his soft wet tongue the length of her slit dragged a loud moan from her lips. Goose pimples marched across her skin and a herd of buffalo stampeded in her stomach when he repeated the move. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before sliding it into her waiting entrance. Her insides relaxed and moisture flooded her centre. She was so open, so needy. She had never been so ready for sex. She should tell him to stop now, before she finished without him. But nothing escaped her lips except another needy moan. Grasping fists full of his hair; she clung on for dear life as he increased the pace. He lapped at her pussy, gliding over her engorged clit, then diving inside her quivering entrance. The sensations were too much. Her heart ached; she fought for breath. She thought she was going to die. Pressure built in her abdomen. A pulse of pure adrenalin balled in her stomach. Sweat covered her body and she began to shake, poised on the brink of something she felt sure would kill her.

  Torn between wanting to drown in the pool of pure joy Sam had created with his mouth, and terrified of losing control, she tried to writhe away from him. Her legs were firmly pinned by his arms. Another glide of his tongue and the sensation of a finger sliding deep inside her made her groan and lift her hips. She needed more, she wanted more—there was no going back now. Everything inside her was tensed, poised for release. She fought to maintain control. This was supposed to be sex, not extreme foreplay.

  Her cry of Sam, came out louder and higher than she intended. Instead of a request for him to stop, it became a shout of triumph. The combination of two fingers massaging her insides and his warm lips nibbling her clit sent her falling into the abyss. Every muscle tensed and released as wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure ripped through her pussy as she reached orgasm. When her exalted cries became gentle whimpers he finally stopped.

  Prowling up the bed on all fours, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then grinned like the cat that got the cream.

  “So Meg, tell me again, what makes you think you’re frigid?”

  He looked so smug, but he hadn’t proved a damn thing. Hell, she could bring herself to orgasm with the showerhead, although it had never been as intense as the release she had just experienced. She hadn’t signed up for a mutual masturbation session, he promised her sex. S
he wanted intercourse, to feel him inside her, to ride the wild stallion. Maybe he had changed his mind. Disappointment rose inside her, she’d been cheated, risked everything and hadn’t got the promised prize. “I still might be. We didn’t fuck.”

  He grinned at her. “Yet.” He leaned down and kissed her long and slow. His mouth tasted musky and the memory of his tongue on her pussy made her shudder beneath him.

  The head of his cock pushed against her moist opening. He was going to slide in and hurt her. She tried to close her legs to keep him out but his hips held them wide. Her whole body tensed, as she anticipated the sharp pain of penetration.

  Sam broke the kiss. He gently stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes. “I need a condom, and you still need to relax. In fact, I have a plan to make sure you relax.”

  Leaning over to the bedside cupboard, he flicked out the drawer and retrieved something. He climbed off the bed and Meg closed her eyes. She’d blown it; he would change his mind. No one wanted to work this hard for sex.

  “Meg?” He trailed his fingers across her cheek and she met his gaze. “Trust me, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Now come over here.”

  He offered her a hand, and she accepted. Once she was on her feet, he pulled her tight against him, tipping her face up and kissing her. “That was just foreplay to get you in the mood for the main event but if you want to stop anytime, just say the word.”

  His hard body pressed to hers took her breath away. Unable to answer, she nodded her understanding. No man had ever offered to stop when she was no longer willing to continue. Once they started, they kept banging away until they finished. She didn’t want to stop, yet, and she hoped she never would. So far he had been a more than considerate lover.

  Sam walked backward, holding her hand, dragging her along with him. The back of his knees hit the edge of his black leather reclining chair and he collapsed into it. Meg stood and watched as he pulled a condom from the silver wrapper he had hidden in his palm. With one smooth action, he sheathed his erect cock.