He was pent up, though he tried so hard to hide it.
If she hadn’t been spending so much time with him, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the tiny changes, the way his jaw would clench when she brushed by him or the way he trained his eyes on her face, never once flicking down to her bare legs that peeked out from underneath the oversized flannels she had taken to wearing around the house.
It took her a few days to figure it out, the final piece of the Sam puzzle revealed when she was startled by a spider crawling over her foot while she was changing and he burst into the room, looking around frantically before settling on her near naked form. A blush had risen to his cheeks and he stuttered an apology, stiffly walking from the room while she watched after him with furrowed brows. That wasn’t the most naked he had ever seen her and he hadn’t acted that awkward before, and then it all clicked.
She liked to think that if he went out and spent some time with another woman, she wouldn’t mind. They weren’t anything, not really. She didn’t own him and he most certainly didn’t own her, but she couldn’t help it. Not that she thought he would actually go out and have a one night stand, considering his last one wound up pregnant, she didn’t like the thought of it. That was sort of selfish and petty, but she didn’t care.
He still slept in her bed, though he didn’t pull her close or bury his face in her hair. One of his hands still stretched across the space between them to rest on her stomach, though his fingers no longer slipped under the fabric to brush lightly against her skin.
Her hand wraps around his, lifting it from her stomach. He moves around in surprise, she knows that he’s looking at her but she doesn’t give herself away just yet. A kiss is pressed to his palm, then to his wrist before she faces him. Slowly she sits up, noting the confusion on his face. He wants to pull away, to be the good guy, but he’s intrigued.
There’s the smallest of pauses as she considers kissing him, but her attention is diverted as she straddles his lap, feeling him shift underneath her. Gently she tilts his chin upwards, biting along his jaw and dragging her teeth across his neck.
Fingers wrap around his t-shirt, tugging at it. She wants it off him. The redhead leads by example, stripping off her own and tossing it to the side. Again she tugs at his, he arches letting her pull it from his body to toss it down to the floor to join hers. He’s not touching her, but he should be. Her fingers wrap around his wrists, putting his hands on her hips as she grinds against him.
He’s already hard, but she had expected that. His mouth opens to protest, no doubt something about conserving her strength. She stops him before he can speak, taking one of his hands and sliding it up to her chest, arching into his palm and letting a tiny noise fall from her lips. An incentive for him to touch her more, to coax more sounds from her.
”Sam, relax. I’m pregnant, not dying.”
But she wants to please him, this isn’t about her. So she lowers herself, biting and kissing his neck, his collarbones, down his chest and across his ribs, her nails digging into his hips as he ever so slightly raises them to meet her. She’s sliding down, pressing kisses right above the band of his pajamas, one of her palms pressing against him through the fabric, touching him, teasing him.
The answer is immediate, soft and embarrassed, laced with a plea. “Please, no."
A tiny smile before she slowly tugs down his pants, taking just a moment to appreciate him. She starts slowly, wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing, lazily moving her wrist with her eyes fixed on his face. His hands are gripping at the bedsheets, lips parted a bit, but she wants more. She wants to hear him, to relieve all this tension he’s been feeling lately. She circles her thumb over the head, slick with pre cum and he raises his hips into her hand, silently begging for more. So she obliges, tearing her gaze from his face as she rewards him, one hand pressed against his hip to keep her balance, the other still slowly working him as she takes him into her mouth, a heated moan from Sam was her reward.
His hands find their way to her hair, fingers tangling in red locks as she runs her tongue along his length, taking as much of him as she can into her mouth, her nails digging into his hips. The noises he’s making are more frequent, he’s not holding them back anymore. She lets him arch towards her, drawing her head back the slightest bit. He would feel terrible if she gagged, he’d probably never let her do this again.
And oh god, she wanted to do it again.
He tightened his grip around in her hair, she moaned around him. She had done this before, she wasn’t an angel by any means, but this was the most she had ever enjoyed it. She wanted to please him, to make him happy, after everything he had done for her. She swirled her tongue around him, taking delight in the small sounds and movements she was earning from him.
A small noise of surprise as he twitched in her mouth, his hips bucking towards her as he came, her fingers digging into his hips until he was done. After a moment she released him, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. And he just stared at her, this incredulous look on his face, flushed and trying to catch his breath.
He looked like he wanted to speak, but she just slid up and wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his chest. His arms went around her, pulling her close and she could have sworn that she felt his lips lightly brushing against her hair before he flopped back against the pillows, a relieved sigh escaping him as she tiredly mumbled against his chest.
“Mmm— see you in the morning.”
