Chapter 2: Rising Action
Sam and taylor entered sams apartment giggling and joking, it was easy between them.
They grabbed cans cold beer out fridge pouring into paper cups; clinking shaking against lips taking first swigs feeling buzz kickedin already knowing there much more where those came from waiting bottle hidden cabinet forgotten night. The room seemed to grow smaller with each step they took towards the center - both unsure what would happen once they reached destination final. Their hearts raced with anticipation fear unknown territory uncharted waters awaiting unexplored depths left discover soon enough.
As she stepped across threshold entering his domain hesitant excitement burning bright inside her soul; he couldn’t help but take long admiring gaze taking whole before eyes drifting downwards slowly trailing along curves hips waist up stopping at lips inches away face wanting kiss feel connection once more after so long apart.Without thinking hand reached out lightly grazing knuckles against cheek brushing softly calling forth tender response hidden craving waiting release both trembling hands meeting center desires merging into force neither could resist any longer giving in passion igniting flames between them alive flickering heat engulfing room walls seemed
melt away ceiling vanished floor below turned liquid beneath feet sinking warmth surrounding entire space consumed desire fueling explosion hearts racing pounding blood through veins driving towards climax together held tight never letting go embrace moment forever etched memories lingering long after night gone past.
"I still don't get why you didn't want me anymore, Sam," Taylor whispered as they lay nestled among tangled sheets beside one another. Her voice was quiet yet laced heavily with pain and confusion – things that had been eating away at her ever since things ended between them last time around.
She hadn't meant for her words to come out quite like that though; it just sort of spilled out of her mouth before she even realized what was happening.
Sam rolled over onto his side facing her, propping himself up on one elbow as he stared intently into her emerald eyes, drinking in every little detail about her face. There was a sadness there that he recognized all too well – one that ached deep down inside him and refused to let go no matter how hard he tried to forget about it all these years later.
But despite this pain that still lingered between them, there was also an undeniable spark reignited tonight; one that flared up whenever their eyes met across the crowded dancefloor earlier on. Now here they were, alone together in his small studio apartment, surrounded by nothing but the sound of their own breathing and the beat of their wildly pounding hearts.
He knew better than anyone how easily things could spiral out of control from here on out; how quickly they could lose themselves in each other once more – only this time without any hesitation or doubt holding them back.
In that moment, desire won out over reason. Sam rolled over to Taylor and began to kiss her passionately as she moaned into his mouth, his cock rearing like a stallion at the chance to feel her again. They began to undress each other when Taylor stopped Sam.
“You know I take my clothes off for a living right?” Let me blow your mind before you blow your load
She began spit striptease for him, in his bedroom, with the warm light of the lamp glowing across her tattooed skin
.
He watched her body move fluidly, smoothly, gracefully, each curve accented by the low light. It was hypnotizing—mesmerizing.
Every inch of his being was focused solely on her; every part of him tingled in recognition at the sight of her flesh revealed piece by delicious piece until there she stood before him nude - vulnerable - hers for the taking
She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it behind her shoulders nonchalantly.
"You like?" she asked playfully, biting her lower lip provocatively. Sam nodded mutely in reply, unable to form coherent thought let alone speech at this point.
His brain felt like it was foggy with lust; his thoughts kept getting tangled up in the images flashing before his eyes—images of Taylor's body writhing beneath him; her lips locked tight around his cock as she sucked him off expertly; her moans echoing through the silent room as she reached orgasm after orgasm.
He wanted nothing more than to sink into her body again right then and there, to feel the heat of her skin against his own once more.
She began to grind on him, feeling his hard cock through his pants. She took off her bra revealing
perfect 34D breast with large nipples standing erect. Sam groaned at the sight of her beautiful breasts, he couldn't believe he was finally going to taste them again.
Taylor looked into his eyes, "Do you have any condoms?". Sam hesitated for a second, remembering their history. But he couldn't deny the desire burning within him. He got up and rummaged through his drawers, pulling out a box of condoms.
She began to pull off his pants when she was smacked in the face by Sam’s throbbing member
. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, embarrassed at how hard he had become so suddenly. He handed her the condom packet, trying to regain some sense of composure.
Taylor smiled mischievously at him, taking the condom and rolling it onto his dick expertly. Then she moved forward, pressing herself up against him until they were chest to chest. With a sudden burst of courage, she lifted her leg high into the air and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him close against her wetness.
The feeling of her silky thigh pressed against his hip sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. Taylor could hear the rumble in his chest and felt herself growing wetter at the sound. She shifted her weight slightly, bringing their bodies even closer together until he could feel her hot breath against his neck.
"I missed this," she whispered into his ear, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"Missed you." Sam's heart clenched at her words, and he pulled her even closer, if that were possible. They were completely enveloped in each other now, and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his own. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with longing. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of having her body pressed up against his once again. It had been far too long since he'd experienced anything remotely resembling this level of closeness with someone else.
She began to pump and buck her hips, moaning and whining in pleasure “
Oh god” she cried out as she began to cum and he pushed deeper sending shockwaves throughout her body. He felt her pussy contract and pulse around his shaft and her nails dig into his skin, leaving shallow crescents imprinted upon his flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him thrust into her with renewed vigor, her name spilling from his lips in a fervent plea. This was dangerous territory for both of them – something they knew all too well from experience.
Taylor shifted her weight a few times, still bouncing up and down on Sam’s length, a confused look on her face. “It doesn’t feel quite right, hang on,” she said as she pulled herself off of Sam
She got down to eye level with his dick and said “ohh I see, yep that’s the problem.” As she began to remove the condom while staring up at Sam’s
face, her lips curved into a playful smile.
"What do you mean?" he asked nervously, watching her every move.
She replied with her signature smirk, “Well baby, I’ve learned a thing or two since we last did this.”
Sam raised an eyebrow in curiosity, unsure of where this conversation was headed.
“And what might that be?” he found himself asking, despite the lingering worry that perhaps she would reject him once again. The thought brought a wave of sadness crashing over him, threatening to capsize the fragile boat they were currently sailing upon.
Taylor smiled coyly, running her fingers through her tousled hair before leaning in close to speak directly into his ear. “I’ve discovered some new techniques since we last…did this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam's ears perked up at her words; he couldn't help but feel hope blossoming within him at the prospect of learning something new. Perhaps this wasn't just a one-time fling after all – maybe there was potential for something more permanent between them.
Taylor continued, “I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it way more than before.” Sam couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at her words; he supposed it was possible that he hadn't been the best lover back when they were together.
If the wrong way had felt this good so far,he couldn’t imagine how good the right way would feel.
“You have the floor,” he said jokingly relaxing himself to be open to whatever taylor had planned for his raw cock
.
She leaned into him once more, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke softly. “I want to try something different today,” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. Sam’s heart skipped a beat at her words; he couldn’t help but feel excited by the idea of exploring new things with her. Maybe this wouldn’t just be another meaningless hookup after all.
Taylor shifted her weight once more, moving her legs apart until she was straddling him.
She placed her hands on either side of his head, effectively trapping him beneath her. Her eyes locked onto his, conveying a depth of emotion that made him feel as though he could drown in them. “I’ve been thinking about our time together,” she began slowly, her voice little more than a whisper. “About what we had...what we lost.” She paused for a moment, her expression turning distant as she seemed to travel back in time. “I think maybe we could find that again – if we tried.”
Sam listened intently as she spoke, absorbing every word.
He could feel himself becoming aroused once more at the mere mention of their shared past. Memories flooded back to him, causing his heart to race with a mixture of excitement and fear. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to feel these emotions – perhaps it was time to allow himself to be vulnerable once more.
Taylor continued, her voice growing steadier as she spoke. “I know we hurt each other pretty badly last time, but I can’t help but wonder if maybe things could be different this time around.
If we give ourselves another chance,” Taylor finished, her voice trembling slightly.
Sam listened intently, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at her words. It was true – they had both hurt each other terribly during their relationship, but he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her regardless. There was something about her that made him feel alive in a way no one else ever had.
He cleared his throat, mustering up the courage to speak. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of risk again,” he admitted honestly.
“I figured you’d need more convincing..” she said with a coy smile as she began to rub the tip of Sam’s dick against her entrance
, teasing him mercilessly.
Sam watched in fascination as she lowered herself onto his lap, feeling her warmth envelop him once more. He couldn’t help but marvel at the sensation of being surrounded by her – it was like being lost in a sea of pure euphoria. He wanted nothing more than to hold onto this moment forever.
As Taylor began to ride him slowly, her eyes locked onto his. “Does this feel better?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Sam shook his head, unable to form words in response. He simply gazed up at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. It had been so long since he’d felt this level of emotion – surely it was too much to hope for such a miraculous turnaround? Yet here she was, offering herself to him once more. And despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm him, he couldn’t bring himself to turn her away.
As Taylor began to move on top of him, Sam felt his heart racing in his chest.
He could feel the heat radiating off of her body, surrounding him in a warm blanket of desire. His hands traced along her curves, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. Each movement she made only served to heighten the tension building within him - he knew this was going to be unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
Inside, however, he was fighting a losing battle against his own insecurities. "Are you sure about this?" he found himself asking, unable to keep the doubt from creeping into his voice.
“Oh I’m sure, now moan for me baby,” Taylor said as she pushed herself deep onto Sam’s cock
, hitting his prostate and eliciting a loud groan from him.
Despite his uncertainty, he couldn’t deny the intensity of the feelings surging through him. Every touch from Taylor ignited a spark within him, leaving him aching for more. He could feel himself growing harder with each passing second, his body seemingly taking on a life of its own.
Taylor moved her hands to his chest, her fingernails leaving traces of red in their wake as she climbed higher and higher. “Is this okay for you?” she asked, her voice tentative.
“All I know is that I need more of you right now,” Sam said desperately
His cock beginning to throb inside Taylor
as he clinched his muscles, trying to control the urge to cum in her tight pussy.
She gripped onto him tightly, her nails digging into his skin with each thrust of his hips.
Her breath quickened as she rode him harder, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a small O of surprise.
Sam watched her movements, mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the undulating motion of her breasts.
He could feel himself growing harder with each passing moment, his mind consumed by thoughts of her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this intensely attracted to someone – it was almost too much to bear.
Taylor glanced down at him, her eyes meeting his with a fierce intensity. "Do you still love me?" she asked suddenly, her voice trembling slightly. Sam hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. But then he found himself nodding his head without even really thinking about it.
"Yes," he heard himself saying, surprising even himself with the honesty of his answer. "I still love you."
Taylor let out a sigh of relief, finally able to put her worries to rest. She had been afraid that he would say no, that he had truly moved on from their past together. But hearing those three simple words confirmed what she had known all along – that the connection between them was still strong, even after all this time.
Taylor rode him harder “say it then”
“What?” Sam said
“I want you to tell me you love me while you’re fucking me daddy,” taylor replied in a sultry tone
her hand massaging her clit
bringing herself closer to orgasm
Her walls clamping down hard on his cock
, drawing a muffled grunt from him as pleasure coursed through his veins.
Sam looked down at her, his gaze fixed on the swell of her breast as she moved up and down on his lap. It felt impossible to resist her – she was everything he had ever desired wrapped up into one beautiful package. “I love you,” he found himself saying, his voice rough with emotion.
Those three words were the final crack in the dam as Sam tensed into powerful orgasm
his seed shooting forth to meet Taylors awaiting cervix , painting her insides with his fluids as she moaned her appreciation.
The feeling of his release sent waves of satisfaction crashing over him, leaving him feeling strangely fulfilled and content.
It had been years since he had felt this level of closeness with anyone – Taylor was truly the only person who understood him deeply. Even though they had gone through some tough times together, he couldn’t imagine being without her.
Seeing her sitting there, looking so incredibly sexy and confident, he felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that he needed to make things right between them. After all, she was the one who got away.
Taylor snapped back into reality after moments of post orgasmic bliss,
“Oh shit you came in me, gotta take my meds” as she pulled out an orange bottle containing blue pills
“They’re unisex, you should take one too if you want to go another round.” She said with a smirk
Sam was taken aback by her nonchalance, he hadn’t expected her to be so casual about it.
But then again, he thought bitterly, why would he expect anything less from her? She always did have a knack for making him feel foolish.
Still, he couldn’t help but be curious about what it would be like to experience her again. He took the pill she offered him, hoping that it wouldn’t do anything strange to his system.
After a few minutes passed, he found himself getting hard once more.
The thought of being inside her again was almost too much to bear – he could feel his heart racing in anticipation. Taylor seemed to sense his renewed interest, smiling coyly as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam nodded his head without even really thinking about it. "I don't know why I'm so drawn to you," he found himself saying, his voice rough with emotion.
“It feels like I don’t just want to be with you, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.”
Taylor felt the same as she had a strange thought creep into her mind, she began to toy with it as she looked at Sam, she began to like this idea
of them being connected, being owned by each other in a way, it excited her.
"Then let's try this again," Sam said softly, reaching out to pull Taylor close to him.
Taylor pressed her lips against his neck, feeling the stubble scratch lightly against her skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being close to him once more. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, reminding her of all the nights they had spent together. It was clear that she wasn't the only one struggling to come to terms with their past.