"It takes a second to get a little reality back Roma, it's okay. Come sit with me."
I stared into his eyes. They looked so comforting. They are comforting. The anxiety and adrenaline that had been pulsing through my veins slowly came to a halt. Sam was good at that.
Sam beckoned me over with his hands, I climbed onto his lap as he settled back into my bed. The anxiety was fading, but the adrenaline wasn't. I don't want to sit still. I don't want to move away from Sam. I didn't want to sit still. I'm tired of sitting still.
"I'm tired of sitting still," I repeated my thoughts out loud. Turning around, I interrupted Sam's incoming question by kissing him. It wasn't a nice kiss, I admit. I was hungry. Too much energy, not enough stimulation. I needed more.
I pushed him down onto his bed, straddling him in the same movement. He was already hard- a treat for me. I watched his jaw tense, I licked it.
Sam didn't like when I wanted to be in charge. He's a territorial guy.
My hips instinctively rolled downwards into him as I kissed him. I felt him thrust up, his cock twitching against me. We were so close I could feel the pulsing. There was no time for foreplay; it wasn't needed. I threw off my shirt, and Sam undid my bra and pulled off my bottoms. His hands began to wander farther than I wanted them to, so I gripped his wrists and forcefully pinned them above his head. "Roma-"
I shut him up with another kiss while lowering myself onto his cock. I wasn't gentle, I didn't want to be gentle. I fully sat down and ground myself as far as I could onto him. We moaned into each other's mouths, I felt Sam's hips buck up; fireworks exploded inside of me. My hands slipped into his hands as I kept them pinned down.
Leaning downwards, I sucked on his neck just below his ear while I found the rhythm that pleased me the most. It was fast- hungry, needy. Horny. So. Fucking. Horny.
It was a fuck that I've never felt before. Everything was so clear, so hyper, I'd never moved this fast on Sam before, I'd never felt this compelled and needy for a fuck this intense. "Fuck, Roma, fuck, fuck," he recited every time I fully let myself down on his cock. I was so used to him growling over me with his hand on my throat, that hearing him whimper like that, absolutely soaked me. I felt power-hungry. Territorial.
I sat up and placed my hands on his chest, using his torso as my leverage to fuck him. In the midst of the heat, Sam and I had a silent conversation with our eyes. I searched them deeply; he loves it. He needs it, he needs me to fuck him like this. He's giving in.
"Take it," I said through my teeth, an evil smirk growing on my face. I needed to see him fully submit- he was holding back. I felt Sam's legs spread slightly farther apart, his hands fell on my thighs. They were a little shaky, I could tell he was trying not to ball them into fists. The last effort at holding what little control he thought he had over me.