His thickness threatens to split me apart in this position. He lubes a finger with the oil on my skin and slides it all the way up my ass. I bury my head in the pillow and whimper at the erotic sensation of being filled so completely.

“Tell me if you like this,” he says, stroking the finger in and out of my ass while he holds perfectly still inside me.

“I don’t like it, I love it,” I whisper.

Oh Jesus he feels fucking fantastic.

His breathing is heavy and his body is taut with tension.

“Fuck me now like I know you want to,” I say. “Fast and hard.”

He moves his hand and begins slamming his cock into me with rugged thrusts. When I start to slip on the bed, he wraps one arm underneath me to hold me upright as he fucks me wild and powerfully.

Again and again he pounds me, his penetration so deep that he reaches all of my inner secret spots. Between the angle, the friction of our bodies and the intense pressure it’s all proving too much to hold out. I cry out as my second orgasm hits, my body jerking uncontrollably.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. He grabs my ass and pulls me roughly back against him. His cock slams in deeper than I would have believed possible. “Let me feel you cum again.”

He fists my hair and tugs my head back hard to bring my mouth closer to his. I moan in his mouth as he devours my lips hungrily. Deep within my core, I feel him swelling and throbbing. He intensifies his thrusts to lightning speed. Trapped beneath his muscular body, I’m overcome with a rush of sensations. He’s fucking me into a hazy cloud of oblivion.

His body jerks raggedly several more times and then he cums with a loud groan sending an explosive rush inside me. I close my eyes, relishing how powerfully he loses control, just like everything else he does.

Holding nothing back.

Giving me everything I want and could ever need.

Making love with Sam is a mind-blowing experience every single time.

I love him more than life itself.

As always, he knows what I’m thinking without me having to say it.

“I love you too,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. “I miss you so much, sweetheart.”

He rolls off and stretches out close beside me on the bed so our faces are almost touching. Gently he touches my hair and trails the strands through his fingers.

“How much longer do we need to wait before you can leave the ATF?” he asks. “I need you and I want to be here for you too. I’ve hated being away from you knowing that you aren’t feeling well. I worry constantly.”

“I know you do,” I say, snuggling closer to him.