Obsession by Tory Richards Page B

began to move out of bounds.
    John’s hands found their way underneath her
T-shirt, where he palmed and squeezed her breasts. Sammy moved her
hands over his chest and down his ribcage, and then up his muscled
arms to the sides of his face. She held him tenderly, tears of
emotion burning behind her eyes. His caresses on her breasts turned
gentle, his thumbs circling her stiff, tingling nipples.
    John broke the kiss but didn’t move far from
her lips. “I think it’s time we moved inside, don’t you?” His mouth
moved to Sammy’s jawline.
    “Why?” She squirmed against him, enjoying the
power of turning his cock hard. Without panties, it would be so
easy to remove it from his boxers and slip it inside her. God,
my pussy is already juicing with the thought.
    “There are others around.” His breathing was
hard.
    “So?” Sammy lifted her T-shirt and thrust her
breasts into his face. He needed no encouragement in kissing and
sucking her nipples into his mouth. With a soft cry she arched her
body, which forced her swollen breasts out farther.
    John momentarily seemed to lose control. He
arched his hips off the chair, grinding his hard cock between
Sammy’s legs. The material covering his dick felt good rubbing over
her clit and between her pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure and
rode him gently. His hands roamed down to her hips to help her.
    “John!” Her clit was on fire and throbbing.
“I need you inside me.” She lifted her hips and reached for him.
After a second of feeling her way around, she managed to find the
opening in his boxers. She pulled his cock free and guided it
inside her hungry pussy.
    She shivered violently.
    “Fuck, honey.” He lifted his hips to push his
cock deeper inside her.
    Sammy began to move, uncaring where she was.
Or who might see or hear them. The pleasure was so intensely sweet
and satisfying. As she rode John’s thick cock he made love to her
bouncing breasts with his mouth. His deep groans added further
stimulation to her sensitive flesh, increasing the pleasure between
her thighs. Then his hand was there, his fingers flicking over her
engorged clit.
    “Oh … God!” Sammy was about to explode.
“Feels so good!” She began to move faster. “Don’t stop!”
    “Not on your life, baby.”
    Sammy was about to come. Her breathing picked
up speed, her body grew taut, and she threw her head back when a
rolling river of fire raced through her veins. As if sensing what
was happening, John’s mouth locked on hers, drowning out her cries
of pleasure. She convulsed wildly and would have collapsed if John
hadn’t reached his own orgasm.
    Just when she felt him come, she squeezed her
muscles, getting a weak groan for her efforts. In spite of her own
weak condition, Sammy grinned and continued to torture John until
he was drained and limp against her. For a long time it seemed they
remained like that, content to rest against one another while they
regained control of their breathing, and their emotions.
    Sometime later, John said, “Come on, baby. If
we’re going to fuck the weekend away, let’s do it in a comfortable
bed.”
    Sammy didn’t protest when he picked her up
and carried her inside. She nuzzled against his warm body, totally
spent and happy. Almost ready to confess that she loved him.
     
     
    * * * *
     
     
    Sammy stepped out of her shower and reached
for her terry robe. Is that the doorbell? Her answer came a
minute later, when someone rang the doorbell again. Slipping into
her robe, she tied the sash on the way to the front door. It was
early Monday morning, who could it be?
    The peep hole revealed it was a deliveryman.
She opened the door.
    “Delivery for Sammy O’Malley.”
    “That would be me.” Sammy reached for the
clipboard he was already thrusting her way, scribbled her name, and
gave it back to him. Then she accepted the long white box. “Thank
you.”
    She was surprised to see her hands were
trembling when she put the box on the counter and started to