I haven’t. I wish they were bigger. Sexier, but he seems happy enough with them. He plays with them, squeezing, and then he finally—oh, God— finally, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, adding a light scrape of teeth.

“Shit, yes.” I grab his hair, my back arching as he sucks me hard.

Most guys treat nipples either too gently, or too harsh. Samuel’s technique is perfection. He sucks hard enough to be just on the right side of pain. It’s intense, and I feel that pulse in my clit that tells me he’s doing this right. It’s like there’s a direct link, and as he moves his mouth from one breast to the other, it only increases. He sucks at me with wanton abandon, stopping to flick my nipple with his finger, and when I gasp, he does it again and again.

This time when he sucks it into his mouth, I come. It’s weak, and nothing like an orgasm with clit stimulation, but I moan and try to press my hand between my legs. He captures it, though, and grins at me.

“Did you just come?”

I nod, my face heating.

“That’s hot.”

Before I can beg him for some direct stimulation, he pushes one thick finger inside me.

“Oh my God.” I widen my legs and raise my hips, needing more.

He adds a second finger and works them in and out of my pussy, and the weak remaining contractions are heavenly, but nowhere near enough.

I want more, need it.

Samuel gives it to me. He leans down and licks my clit as he slowly works his fingers in and out of me. When he adds a third, I panic a little, but he shushes me.

He pauses in his attention to my clit. “I’m getting you ready, princess. Need you relaxed and loosened up.”

His tongue resumes its magical flicking of my clit, and his fingers open me, spreading me obscenely, as he crooks them inside me and hits a spot that sets all my internal nerves alight. Oh, crap, he’s good at working my G-spot. Better even than my G-spot vibrator. It’s not long before I feel another orgasm building, but this one threatens to be much more powerful.

I’m panting, and my legs are shaking.

He pauses in his licking and kisses my thigh. “Relax, and just let it happen.”

I’m finding it hard to give in to this because it’s so different from previous encounters I’ve had. It’s as if Samuel is the tide and he’s carrying me out to sea with him, and although it’s a beautiful sunny day, and the ocean is calm, I know there are uncharted depths below.

This all threatens to be too much, at a time when my entire life is too much.

“It will make you feel good.” He promises.