Was it because they'd mostly done it at night, and she had been too wrapped up in the moment to look? She stared at the organ, and somehow, it stared right back at her.
Dave caught her staring, amused. "I can assure you, it's always been this size," he said.
"I took all of that inside me?" Voice thickened with disbelief.
He hid a small smile. "Only once. Our first night. After that, I didn't want to hurt you... So, I always went in halfway."
"Huh." Samantha blinked, lost in thought.
Dave lifted her gently, parted her panties, and slowly slid her down on him. Just the tip of him at the cortex of her sex made her gasp with shock and pleasure. She moaned, her mouth going dry as a rush of emotions flooded her.
More of him entered her slick, eager warmth. Samantha moved, slow, deliberate, staring deep into his eyes. Up and down, each stroke pulling more of him inside. Dave groaned like he was in pain, head thrown back, eyes rolling with pleasure.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
UP. DOWN.
Their rhythm clicked into place. His hands wrapped around her waist, guiding her movements, first slow, then faster. She bounced on him, raw and beautiful.
PA. PA. PA. PA!!!
His hands left her waist, fumbling with the tiny buttons on her shirt. They wouldn't open fast enough. He yanked them. Buttons scattered across the floor.
He tugged her white underwear down, freeing her breasts, aching beneath her bra. He latched onto one ripe, sensitive nipple, sucking hard. His fingers pinched the other, teasing it until she whimpered.
His hips never stopped moving. He thrust. Roll. Twist. Thrusting deeper inside her. She clenched around him, riding along with each thrust of his hips. Then he pulled back, still inside her, and growled against her skin.
"I get bigger inside you," he muttered, panting like a man possessed.
"Condom," Samantha gasped suddenly.
Dave laughed. "You're already pregnant."
He slipped out of her, grinning like a wicked devil. She closed her eyes, suddenly shy.
He pushed her back against the wall, then dropped to his knees. "I want to taste myself on you."
Her lips trembled. His tongue slid out and flicked over her clit. Samantha whimpered, knees nearly giving way. She clung to his shoulders for support, chest heaving.
He licked his lips, tasting the mix of them. Then he took one half of her vaginal lips into his mouth and sucked.
Her legs shook. She pushed at his shoulders. Pulled him close again. Her fingers dug into his hair as he claimed her other lip with his mouth, teasing, sucking, tormenting.
Then his tongue slipped inside her. Deep. Samantha bit her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cry from the sheer intensity. One hand flew to her mouth, trailing over her lips. She sucked his finger. She liked it.
He fucked her with his tongue. Deep, rhythmic strokes that were anything but gentle, but it wasn't rough. It was perfect sexual chaos.
Then...
SMACK...his tongue slapped against her clit.
And two long fingers plunged into her without warning.
Samantha's head hit the wall behind her with a soft thud. Her mouth fell open in silent, aching pleasure. It was too much. Too good.
His fingers moved expertly in and out. In and out while he still licked and sucked on her sex lips. She couldn't take it anymore. With a sudden movement, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up.
Pushed him against the wall, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her hand around his cock. Surprised, they stared at one another. Samantha was more stunned by what she was holding.
Like... now what?
Dave's brows lifted, panting, a smile playing at his lips. "You look lost."
"I just... I wanted you to feel what you're making me feel," she said, her voice thick with frustration and a hint of anger, mostly at herself.
"I can teach you how to make me suffer," he said, tilting her chin to meet his gaze.
"You want to make me suffer, right?"
She nodded.
"Good. You put your lips on me. Kiss. Suck. Take as much as you can. Try not to use your teeth." His eyes narrowed, a wicked gleam in them. "I could die if you used your teeth."
Samantha nodded again, determined. "If you can do it to me... I can do it to you, too."
"You're damn right," Dave said, a crooked, triumphant grin on his lips.
Samantha settled, kneeling more comfortably. She'd watched porn with Catherine and Natalie, but that didn't mean she had experimented. Hesitantly, she brought her lips close to his thick, throbbing manhood.
She closed her eyes and kissed the tip. Dave gripped the wall behind him, stifling a moan. He tensed under her touch, and she could feel just how much a simple kiss affected him. She smiled, feeling powerful.
She felt as though she held his very life in her hand. Remembering his instructions, she opened her mouth and took him in. She circled her tongue around the tip, teasing, licking, and savoring.
Then she took more of him into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her. She followed his motions, taking more of him in, the sounds he made growing more desperate. As if he were in pain.
He whimpered and groaned, shaking with emotion.
She shocked herself, but she took more of him. His hand gently pulled her head back before pushing her forward again. Again. Again. Again.
He was shaking, his voice strained. "I... I... SAMANTHA! ... No... Oh... Sa... sa... I'm comi-"
He pulled out and tried to run, but spilled over her. "I didn't mean to—" He groaned again, and another wave followed.
Samantha licked her lips. Some of him had slipped into her mouth. It tasted salty. It tasted like him. He looked as if he were in pain.
She placed her hand on his chest. "Are you okay?"
"Don't touch me," he winced, trying to move away, but he slipped the rest of him onto her thigh. He closed his eyes. "Now, this is embarrassing."
Samantha stared at the sticky mess on her body. "It's no problem. I can wash it off."
Dave's eyes lit up. "Can I join you? I've always fantasized about bathing with you—washing you while you wash me."
"But we just did... weren't you in pain? I could have sworn you were in pain."
He laughed. "Don't worry about me. I am fine. It is normal." Dave lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. "There are so many things I want to do to your body. You can't imagine the things I think of."
"There are many things I want to do to you, too," she said.
Dave paused, bit his lips hungrily, and opened his mouth, shocked.
"I don't know much about sex, but I think I want you to fuck me too. Maybe then, I'll be able to get you out of my system."
A slow smile spread across his face. "Don't worry. After you took one taste of me, you wanted more. You can't get me out of your system."
He nuzzled his head into her neck, biting the bottom part of her ear, before rushing up the stairs into her bedroom.