Rub You The Right Way
Summary: Y/N offers therapeutic massage to the boys after hunts. Sam is eager to return the favor.
Characters: Sam Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester
Warnings: Fluff, Minor Angst, Massage, SAM'S HANDS, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Creampie)
SW Bingo: Teasing/Overstimulation @samwinchesterbingo
Fluff Bingo: Candlelight @anyfandomfluffbingo
WC: 6,172
A/N: I've been sitting on this one for a while. Been struck with a massive wave of 'nothing is good enough' lately. Thanks to my Beta for telling me I'm overthinking and it IS good enough. I may get the courage to post the other things I've been sitting on. Been on a real Sam kick lately. Anyways, enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )
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"Hey, Guys," Y/N greeted Sam and Dean as she entered the Bunker's kitchen with armfuls of shopping bags. Setting them down on the stainless steel island, she turned her attention to the brothers, who sat at the long wooden table, nursing glasses of whiskey. They were both pretty battered and bruised. Sam winced with each breath, and Dean held an ice pack to the back of his head. "Rough hunt?"
"Got the bad guys, saved the vics," Dean replied wearily, tossing the ice pack on the table. "Just got back," he added with a pained moan as he shifted in his seat.
They were both glad to be home. The hunt involved fighting a pack of werewolves, and their bodies were worse for wear after taking hits and being tossed into walls and furniture.
"I should probably take a look at you both," she added, chewing on her lip as she glanced over them.
Despite hunting with the Winchesters for a couple of years, and hunting alone many years before that, the last hunt she took part in had injured her gravely, and she'd nearly died from her wounds. Though Sam and Dean were able to save her in time and patch her up, it scared her to her core, and she carried the scars as a permanent reminder of her close call. So she decided to quit hunting.
It was an easy decision, which surprised her. She relegated herself to research and other duties and tried her hand at the domestic side of things. She had picked up cooking and laundry, helped clean and put away weapons, and patched and healed them to the best of her abilities.
Although Y/N had to work to improve those abilities, she studied in the car on long drives and whenever she had downtime to herself or the brothers didn't need immediate help with something. She focused on medical training and injury treatment, as the brothers were accustomed to using fishing hooks and dental floss as makeshift treatments. If she couldn't hunt, she could provide top-notch care to those who still fought the good fight.
She had also focused on massage therapy, having learned that it offered many benefits beyond just feeling good. She knew more about alleviating pain, cramps, and knots, as well as easing joint issues, by studying anatomy to understand how these conditions were all connected. She discovered that she not only had a natural talent for it but also genuinely enjoyed the subject, the pursuit of knowledge, self-teaching, and practicing as much as possible.
It had become routine for her to check on the brothers, tend their wounds, and give them massages for their aching bodies. She established a new medical kit with proper supplies, and the guys allowed her to care for them, which often helped them recover more quickly and feel better. It was the least she could do for them, the closest thing she had to best friends and family, and they more than deserved it. They put themselves through the ringer time and again to save tons of people, who were often very ungrateful.
"Can't wait to get your hands on me, Sweetheart?" Dean chuckled, then groaned.
Y/N snorted a laugh, "Sure thing, Stud. Why don't you go shower and meet me in the infirmary? Then I'll get my hands all over you," she added with a wink.
Sam watched with a furrowed brow as Dean and Y/N flirted and teased. It had become part of their routine, and Sam knew it was just friendly banter. Dean knew how Sam felt about her, but Sam despised anyone flirting with her, especially his brother, when he could barely do so himself. He was pretty sure Dean did it to tease Sam over his inability to make a move when it came to her.
Once Dean was gone, Y/N turned to Sam with a warm smile that sent his heart racing. "You too, Handsome," she grinned, and Sam couldn't stop the dopey smile from her endearment.
"Yes, Ma'am," he playfully saluted as he left for the showers.
Sam wasn't typically so terrible with women. He picked up notes over the years from Dean and tried things himself, and he could easily get a woman's attention when he wanted, except with Y/N. Around her, he was always flustered, shy, unsure of himself, or what to say or do. It had been that way since they'd met.
He and his brother had been on a vampire hunt, unaware that another hunter was on the case. She swung her machete, decapitating the foul creatures with ease. She was aiming for Sam next when Dean jumped in to clarify that there were hunters, not monsters. Once the case was complete, the vampires dead, and the victims saved, Dean predictably flirted with Y/N and tried for a hookup, but she politely turned him down.
A few run-ins on cases later, they had learned that she hunted alone because she was utterly alone. Sam and Dean both encouraged her to join them and hunt with them. Dean and Y/N had great chemistry, but it developed into a flirtatious friendship. She was different from Sam, softer and less sure at times. But she didn't flirt or play around with Sam as she did with Dean, and it often left Sam jealous.
Eventually, she visited the Bunker, and the brothers convinced her to stay. She'd been there with them ever since. After moving in, whatever awkwardness was between her and Sam eased, and she mostly interacted the same with both of them, though she was still somewhat reserved in her dealings with Sam. He figured that was his fault for inadvertently being closed off because he could never gather the courage to talk to her like he genuinely wanted.
Sam dragged his feet, his body aching as he entered his room and took his time gathering a change of clothes and his towel for the shower. Dean was usually pretty quick, so if he timed it right, Dean would be done, or nearly, when Sam reached the bathroom. As he rounded the corner into the large bathroom, Dean exited with a grunt of acknowledgment, the steam from his shower billowing out the door.
He struggled to undress and hissed as the hot water hit his sore flesh. Dean always teased him for taking long showers to wash his 'princess hair', but really, he needed the time to jerk off before seeing Y/N so that he wouldn't be so unbearably aroused in her presence and when her hands were all over him. It didn't really help, but he needed it anyway.
But Sam couldn't even bring himself to attempt it, too sore and tired from the hunt. He washed his body and hair and let the water soothe him before he inevitably had to face the woman he was pretty sure he was in love with. Even though she seemed to get flustered every time she got her hands on him, which he didn't mind, he could never quite muster the courage to say anything.
-
Dean arrived first in the infirmary, as per usual, smiling at Y/N and sitting atop the adjustable padded table she'd bought just for patching them up and giving massages. Dean wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved and looked forward to it, the feeling of being pampered and cared for. By the time she finished tending to his wounds with bandages and salves, she massaged the aches and strains of hunting from his aging body, which always left him so boneless and relaxed.
"You didn't fall asleep on me again, did you?" Y/N asked softly, in case he had fallen asleep.
He grunted, and she grinned, patting him on the back to let him know she was finished. He groaned again as he sat up on the edge of the table and slowly tugged on his t-shirt, closer to sleep than he wanted to admit.
"Always make me feel so good, Sweetheart," Dean slurred in his relaxed state.
Sam paused in the doorway, neither of them noticing his presence initially, as Y/N finished with Dean. She leaned in close, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder as she spoke softly, and Sam felt a curl of jealousy in his chest.
"And there's pie in the fridge."
"God, I love it when you talk sexy to me," Dean grinned, hopping off the table to get some pie before heading off for much-needed rest. He patted Sam on the shoulder as he passed, and any negative thoughts he had faded away when she noticed him and smiled that tender smile he loved.
Y/N glanced at Sam, her cheeks hot from Dean's retreating comment. She could tell Sam was tense and upset, likely due to the hunt, and she desperately wanted to make him feel better. He had glared at his brother, but his gaze softened when it landed on her.
When he looked at her like that, she felt intense flutters, but she never let herself read into it too much. They were just friends, and she knew he didn't see her that way, no matter how much she wanted it. Sam had gone through many heartbreaks, and she knew he was closed off to the idea of someone else, let alone someone like her.
"Have a seat," she patted the table, and Sam's feet moved on their own, carrying him across the room to her. He sat on the table and removed his shirt, knowing she'd want to check him over. He was mainly covered in bruises and scratches that would heal on their own with time, but also had a split above his eyebrow that throbbed fiercely and needed at least bandages.
She gasped as she looked at him, and he followed her gaze to the startlingly large black and purple bruise that covered his right pectoral and up to his shoulder. It hurt, but it wasn't anything difficult to manage. He hadn't checked himself in the mirror before coming to the infirmary and was filled with guilt over making her worry.
Y/N wanted to be transfixed by his body, which she usually was, as it was revealed just for her, if not in the way she necessarily desired. But once she saw the scratches and bruising littering his torso - especially the large and nasty one on his chest - it was enough to distract her from his physique, his well-being at the forefront of her mind.
He inhaled sharply as her delicate fingers brushed softly over the discolored skin, as if her touch alone could heal. His crush on her wasn't making things easier, but the fact that he was touch-starved in general made it even more challenging to compose himself. Every touch felt special and reverent, or maybe that was just his imagination. It was special to him anyway.
"Looks worse than it feels," he promised, again feeling bad for causing her concern.
As Y/N carefully tended to his eyebrow, Sam sat still, trying not to stare at her face as she worked, and make things uncomfortable. He had decided in the shower that he would finally tell her how he felt, hoping that she would reciprocate. Now, under her careful attention, his courage withered.
"I don't know if we should do a massage, Sam," she said once she was done with his brow. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Well, you're not gonna massage my chest, right?" Sam laughed, though he'd let her touch wherever she wanted if she just asked.
"Fine," she relented. "Lie on your stomach, but tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded and readily agreed, lying on the table as told and finding it quite comfortable. The padding alleviated the pressure on his battered chest, and the table was long enough to support his whole body, so no part was hanging off. He sighed and melted into the comfortable padding.
Y/N took a deep breath as her eyes ran the expanse of his broad back. Sam was a perfect anatomy lesson, with muscles defined and visible beneath his tanned and taut skin, making it easier to find and work out the knots and sore spots. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, reminding herself this was to help him and not to help herself.
She focused on her task, settling her hands in and starting her practiced techniques. As she found knots and sore spots, she gently worked them out. Sam's approving moans and grunts were locked in her brain, and she was grateful he couldn't see her face. She was trying hard to focus on her task and not on the delicious, firm, warm skin beneath her fingers.
Her fingertips ran over the various scars that marred his skin; his very story lay before her. She tried not to think about how being touched by him made her feel. The heat emanating from him made her feel hot. The lines of his muscles made her ache to see them move in different ways: beneath her, above her, her fingers digging and dragging and feeling every inch. She clenched her thighs in a failed attempt to stem her growing arousal, struggling to bury her feelings.
Sam mostly expected a relaxing massage that soothes you, but doesn't really alleviate the pain or kinks. He'd had massages before where people dug too deep and hard, making the aches worse. But Y/N had a balance to her touch, just the right amount of press, easing away the soreness, relaxing him to the point of nearly dozing off.
"You're so good at this," Sam slurred, his body utterly lax under her touch. Her chuckle made him smile, and he closed his eyes as he basked in her pampering, hovering somewhere between consciousness under her talented hands.
"Love that you take such good care'a us," Sam spoke, his words slurred as his body rocked under her touch, the resistance and tension dissipated. "Love how ya always lookin' out for us."
"I love that you two let me," she laughed, amused at Sam's relaxed state. He was rarely ever this comfortable, his guards down and so open. It felt like a treat or reward for her efforts.
"Love that you live here and share our lives," he added wistfully, and Y/N fell quiet, listening as he continued talking about the things he enjoyed about her. "Love your cooking, your stories, your laugh," he added with a chuckle and contented sigh. "Just love you."
That made her pause in her movements, her hands stilled above his body, unsure if she'd heard him correctly or if she was daydreaming again. "What?"
"What?" Sam responded to her question, opening his eyes and twisting his head to look back at her.
It took his tired brain a minute to register what he'd said. The thing. Out loud!
Sam pushed himself up and sat on the table, his long legs hanging over the side, locking eyes with Y/N. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but slurred word vomit wasn't precisely what he had in mind.
"Y/N, I-"
"You love me?" she asked, trying not to get herself too wound up. He nodded, reaching a point of no return and praying that she didn't stomp all over his heart. Her bright grin and shining eyes lifted the heavy weight from his heart. "I-I love you, too."
The second the words left her lips, she kicked herself. What if he meant it as a platonic love, and she'd just ruined everything by confessing her love, which was most definitely not platonic. But his smile matched the one she bore as he pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her sweetly. She sighed and relaxed into him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Sam's heart raced, and he could feel hers beating just as fast against his ribcage. He laughed, and she did too; the nervous tension dissipated, morphing into something special and new. "So does that mean you'll go out with me?" Sam asked with a smirk, more confident now that he knew he wouldn't be rejected.
"Yes," she smiled, leaning in to capture his lips again. Now that she could kiss him, she wasn't sure she could ever stop.
-
Sam and Y/N had been together for two deliriously happy months. While they'd been hit with a string of back-to-back hunts and increased monster activity, Y/N traveled with them, which made being on the road and away from home more bearable.
Y/N was always a welcome addition to any hunt, even though she'd quit the actual hunting side of things; she was still incredibly helpful and a part of the team. Aside from researching and piecing together clues with clever insight, she also took on the roles of caregiver, nurse, and masseuse, which boosted their morale and kept them limber for the fight.
Now, though, Sam was treated to random touches and massages that soothed, comforted, or aroused. Unfortunately, nothing went further between them than some heavy petting and make-out sessions, and that was when there wasn't a case to work, a monster to kill, injuries to tend to, or Dean present almost constantly.
As they drove, Y/N leaned forward in the backseat, noticing Sam reading studiously on his phone and rubbing his neck from looking down so long, and reached up with gentle hands to rub his neck and scratch her nails through his hair. Sam groaned in delight, his eyes fluttered closed, his phone lay forgotten in his lap as he surrendered to the incredible sensations.
"Where's my lovin'?" Dean pouted, sporting his latest kick of faux jealousy.
"She's my girlfriend," Sam countered.
Y/N and Dean both smirked, though for very different reasons. Dean was truly happy for them and glad his brother finally made a move. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease and taunt to his heart's content. Y/N, on the other hand, just adored hearing Sam say the words, so easily and confidently that she swooned every time.
Unknown to either Y/N or Dean, Sam had been researching massage and various styles and techniques. He wanted to be supportive and understand when she spoke about it. But he also wanted to return the favor. She took such good care of him and his big brother, and he wanted her to relax and feel cared for, too. By the time they pulled into the Bunker, Sam had his plan worked out.
First, he immediately cornered Dean in his room and asked him - firmly suggested, told, whatever - to disappear for at least a night. To his surprise, the older man didn't put up a fight, but grinned, shot finger guns at Sam, and was gone no more than thirty minutes later. Sam suspected he wanted to see that cute little brunette from the Gas-N-Sip in town again, but he didn't care.
Next, he went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the large claw-footed tub off to the side. Stopping the drain, he added a few drops of rose oil he had stored among many ingredients in their store rooms, and left the tub to fill as the aroma slowly permeated the room.
Heading to her room, he found Y/N putting away her things, sorting out her dirty clothes, and tending to her regular post-hunt activities.
"Hey, Baby," Sam greeted, cupping her cheek and pecking her lips. "Dean's gone, we have the place to ourselves," he grinned.
"Oh yeah?" she smirked seductively. "Whatever shall we do?"
"Hmm, I hoped you'd let me take care of you."
She tilted her head as her brow lightly furrowed, "Is that innuendo or-"
Sam laughed. "Yes and no," he said, and kissed her again, like he did every chance he got since that first time. "Come on."
Leading her by the hand, he walked her into the bathroom, which was now filled with steam and the sweet scent of roses. Y/N paused and grinned at the beautiful gesture, her heart swelling more at the romanticism. She smiled at him, with a happy whine of his name, breathing deeply of the calming scent which was one of her favorites.
"I was thinking, you could take a bath," Sam said, swaying them slightly with his arms around her, holding her close. "Then I could give you a massage," he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. "You've more than earned it, especially after taking such good care of us." He toyed with the hem of her shirt, his gaze turning hungry. "May I?"
Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded, granting the permission he sought to start undressing her. They'd never really gotten to this part, only removing shirts or pants in their intent to go further, but always stopped and were thwarted. She was desperate to have her hands and eyes on every part of him.
Sam hummed and bit his lip as he slowly peeled each piece of clothing from her body, his eyes shamelessly roaming her revealed figure. She was more beautiful than he had imagined, and he felt blessed to be with her in this way. He was very tempted to forgo all his plans and take her right then and there. But there was a method to his madness, and he forced himself to remain calm and patient.
"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you," he teased, helping her settle into the bath. She moaned at the heat and her body's instant reaction to the soothing environment. "I'll be right back," Sam whispered, rising to leave the room. She pouted dramatically, but Sam just chuckled and continued on his path.
While Y/N relaxed in the tub, Sam initiated the next phase of his plan. Entering his room - because he really, really wanted her in his room and bed - he gathered, set up, and lit various candles along the nightstands and desk. Then he plugged in his oil warmer and added a few drops of scents he knew Y/N loved, which he, too, admittedly enjoyed.
He smiled, remembering her explaining aromatherapy and the importance of scents to the mind and body. Sam already knew that, but he attentively listened anyway, basking in her excitement and knowledge. Hearing her discuss a topic she loved and had learned a great deal about was captivating, and he adored the sound of her voice, regardless of the subject or tone.
Everything in place, Sam went back to the bathroom, smiling at the sight of Y/N, eyes closed and relaxed in the bathtub. "You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?" Sam teased, pulling up a small footstool to sit beside the tub.
"This was a great idea, Sam," she grinned, body completely lax from the hot water and soothing scents.
"Can I?" he asked, holding up a washcloth. She giggled and nodded, and Sam returned the bright smile. Wetting the cloth, he began gently bathing every inch of her. Not only did it help ease away her stress and aches, but it also allowed him to explore and enjoy her fully. It didn't feel like a chore or a service, but more like an opportunity to worship at her altar, and Sam was more than willing.
After the bath, he helped her out, then proceeded to dry her off himself, even crouching down to dry her feet. She giggled, holding onto him for balance, wondering why he'd gotten so overly romantic lately, not that she was complaining.
"Sam, you don't have to," she said as he finished and wrapped the towel around her body.
"I know I don't have to," Sam laughed, scooping her into his arms and grinning at her squeal. "I get to."
She was surprised when he carried her to his room rather than to hers. She hadn't had a change of clothes with her, but she suspected, since this began, that she wasn't going to need them. He set her on her feet and kissed her sweetly.
"Take off the towel and lie on your front on the bed," he instructed, and she complied with a sly smile.
She'd yet to see Sam fully naked, but she didn't mind playing along with whatever he had in mind. She could be patient if that's what he wanted from her. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little. She slowly crawled on hands and knees, letting Sam see everything.
Arching her back, she slid down comfortably on the bed with a sigh, wiggling her hips a little as she adjusted to the bed. Sam's sharp intake of breath made her grin. Knowing that Sam wanted her, was attracted to her, and wasn't turned off when he'd seen her nude made her all kinds of brave.
A rustling of clothes had her looking over her shoulder in time to see Sam stripped down to his boxer briefs. She didn't get a moment to truly appreciate it, though, before he crawled over her prone form and kissed along her spine. She was dying to get a chance to see Sam in all his glory; she'd dreamed and fantasized about it enough.
"Goddamn, Baby, you're so fucking sexy," Sam praised, and Y/N swooned under him. She squirmed her hips back into his, gasping at his hardening length as it brushed against her through the thin fabric. He hissed, and she smiled again. "Behave," he chastised, nipping at her shoulder. "I have a plan, and you're making it very hard to stick to it."
"I can tell," she gasped, rubbing her ass back into his growing bulge.
He kissed her hard before he crawled off her body, and she tried not to whine at the loss of him and his warmth. She felt the bed dip as he sat at the end and started massaging one foot, then the other. She moaned as he worked out pains she wasn't aware of, and she decided maybe Sam did know better, because what he was doing with his hands was heavenly.
She had always admired his hands, how large and strong they were. But she also found them somehow attractive, if that could be said of hands, and Sam's were particularly nice to look at: larger than average, with long, delicate fingers that could turn a page or strike a man dead. She'd often imagined what they would feel like all over her, in her, and now she could drown and relish the sensations.
Those glorious hands continued their path up her legs, massaging her calves and thighs. Sam maintained a perfect balance of firmness to alleviate and relax, gentleness to arouse, and sureness in his techniques to make her think maybe he'd studied this or done it before.
He massaged up to the inner crease of her thigh, but pointedly avoided her most sensitive areas. Y/N whined and ground her hips involuntarily, desperate to feel his fingers move just the smallest amount to where she needed him most. But then he backed away and started on the other thigh, again working to the crease, but avoiding her center.
"Sam," she whined, but it came out more as a desperate plea. He chuckled, moving to her ass and cupping each cheek in a hand, his thumbs digging into the undersides.
"I love it when you say my name like that," he said in a low voice, kissing over her back as his hands massaged the path they left behind.
He continued over her back and to her shoulders, rubbing the muscles until they were lax. Smirking to himself and loving how worked up she got from his teasing, Sam shifted his hips so the covered tip of his cock teased at her entrance. He then used one large hand to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling and tugging as his fingers worked the muscles. She moaned, squirming beneath him, but his hold was firm enough to hold her in place. After a minute, he pulled back, squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself down.
"Roll over so I can do the front."
"What?" She quickly rolled to her back, "You're joking, right?' she chuckled.
"Nope," he grinned, starting again at her ankles and working his way up.
Half of her truly loved the incredible, relaxing, and talented massage, which was better than any she'd had before. She'd pay a professional for this kind of relief. But the other half was utterly aroused, desperate for Sam to make her cum. She couldn't stay still as his hands worked over her body.
He again teased at the crease of her thigh, but this time his pinky stuck out and barely grazed her wetness. Sam moaned and bit his lip as she tried to move into his touch, but he was gone a moment later, gliding his hands over her torso and squeezing more than massaging at this point.
"I wanna learn every inch of you," he breathed against her skin as his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned louder and canted her hips, but he stayed on his knees just out of reach, her legs pinned together. "Wanna learn every sound. Every moan, gasp, sigh, every little thing that gets you begging for me."
"Fuck, Sam."
"Yeah," he dreamily sighed. "Just like that."
He lapped at her nipple before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, teasing her with his tongue and lips while his fingers pinched and pulled at the other. His hand and mouth were very different but equally pleasant sensations. He had her alarmingly close to coming already. He seemed to know it, too, as he sat back on his heels again, stroking his cock through his boxers as he gazed down at her with a crooked smirk.
"Sam!" Y/N whined, which turned into a whimper as he languidly stroked himself through his boxers.
"Yes, Baby?" The bastard grinned knowingly and bit his lip.
"Touch me."
"I am touching you."
"Please, make me cum, Sam," she begged, letting her hand slide down her body and between her legs. Sam snatched her hand away before she could claim even a moment of relief.
"You need to cum, Baby?" He teased, kissing his way down her body and toward her sensitive center.
"Sam, you're a dirty tease," she tried to sound stern, but only moaned as her hands sank into his hair and she writhed in desperation beneath him.
He chuckled, his warm breath teasing his touch against her mound. "Okay, Baby. I got you."
Sam teased a finger along her damp folds, parting the lips to graze her clit, before descending to her entrance and playing with her abundant wetness. He breached her with one finger, sliding in smoothly, before slowly pulling out and repeating the action.
She tugged harshly on his hair as he found the soft spot within her, and sucked her clit between his lips as he added a second finger. She was so wound up that she came in a matter of seconds, and Sam worked her through it, but didn't relent as she came down. He picked up his pace, adding a third finger and rapidly flicking her bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue until she released again with a harsh cry of his name.
Y/N was swimming in happy endorphins. She'd never had more than two orgasms in one setting and rarely even two. Sam had brought her over the edge quickly and easily, and he hadn't even been inside her yet. His tender kisses up her body and over her neck slowly brought her back to where she wanted to be more than anywhere, with Sam.
"Taste so sweet," Sam spoke softly, kissing her deeply. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." Hovering his face above hers, he lifted the fingers that were inside of her and meticulously licked them clean, letting her see him enjoying her.
"You're so dirty," she grinned, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue, their combined flavors something new, unique, and entirely addicting.
"You love it," he sassed back, rutting his hard cock through her folds, letting the head bump her clit on each pass. She gasped, and he doubled his efforts, bending to work her nipples with mouth and fingers until she was on edge once more.
"I really do," she agreed, moaning relentlessly.
She was so sensitive, and so incredibly turned on by Sam - his hands, his mouth, his body, his voice - that she was ready to fall a third time. As she tried to warn him, he slid his cock within her to the hilt and barely rocked his hips as she clenched hard around him.
"Shh, it's okay, Baby. I'm right here," Sam soothed.
She didn't realize she had tears leaking from her eyes until Sam tenderly kissed them away. She'd never come so much or felt such pure bliss. When she calmed, Sam started slow thrusts, pulling out and pushing back in just as slow, all the while his eyes were laser-focused on her for any sign of discomfort. All the teasing had wound him up, too, and it was getting harder to hold off his completion in favor of hers.
With a light buck of her hips and a soft smile, they rolled together, managing to stay connected, as he now lay beneath her.
"But I had a whole plan," Sam playfully complained, his hands and eyes wandering in a frenzy as she sat up straight atop his hips. She was gorgeous, but the way the candlelight lit up her curves and shadows, casting her in a gentle but warm glow, was ethereal.
She gasped and held a hand over her stomach, feeling how deep Sam was inside of her. Sam grinned and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her and relishing the harsh moan he ripped from her lips.
"I know, but I want to take care of you, too, Sam."
She leaned down, nipping along his throat and jaw as she gently rode him, squeezing her inner walls to massage his shaft. Sam moaned, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they moved together.
"You do take care of me," Sam moaned and gripped her hips tighter as she sat up and bounced on his cock. "Fuck! Such good care of me."
Sam sat up with her in his lap, a hand on her ass and the other in her hair as he tilted her head to give him access to her neck. She was particularly sensitive there, and Sam worked every bit between lips and teeth, marking her up and adding to her pleasurable sensations.
"Feel so good, Baby. Taking this cock so well."
"Sam!" She clenched around him as he spoke his words against her skin.
Feeling her about to come again, he wrapped one arm around her and leaned back on the other as he thrust up into her, moving her as he pleased and caressing her deepest reaches.
"Come on, Baby," Sam encouraged, knowing he wasn't far behind. "One more for me, wanna feel you squeezing my cock."
As if following his command, she came hard, her mouth open in a silent scream as she lost all control and rode the intense waves. Sam struggled to focus, his heart and his cock ready to burst at the sight of her as she came undone entirely for him. He kissed her hard and deep as he slammed home, cumming deep inside as she quivered in his lap.
When she finally came back to herself and caught her breath, she was on her back, Sam above, and still inside of her as he sweetly and tenderly kissed her everywhere he could reach.
"I love you," she breathed out as she lifted a shaky hand to pull his lips to hers. She couldn't believe that Sam was finally hers and that she got to be with him this way. More than just the sex, which was by far the best she'd ever had, and she would not let herself cry from her close to bursting heart, especially after their first time together, was his attention, care, and love in every touch and action. She felt lucky, honored, and blessed to be able to love him and be loved in return.
He grinned against her mouth as he slowly withdrew, and she whimpered. "I love you, too."
She further enjoyed his touch and his large and capable hands as he cleaned the mess between her legs, then went about the room, blowing out the various candles he had lit, before settling into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms, unable to stop touching or kissing her for longer than a moment. She didn't mind, pretty sure she never wanted to be without Sam and his glorious hands ever again.
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