necroslacker | Room 227 | Sunday Morning

Sam hadn't slept last night. Usually, that wasn't a huge deal since he tended to sleep alone but now that he was living with his girlfriend, it was kind of hard to hide that from her at the very least. He'd laid there for awhile and then he'd gotten up and puttered around the room and eventually went for a walk.

Look, he'd been trying hard to make sure those ghosts didn't appear at night, okay? It was either not sleeping or wearing the pouch and he chose...not sleeping. Because he was an idiot.

But, he was awake now. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him, his skateboard laying wheels up next to his hip and his back against the foot of the bed. A few records were near his feet and one of them was on the record player, filling the room with quiet music.

But hey, he hadn't been entirely unproductive this past weekend. He'd gone into town, gotten himself a job, and now he was eating cereal and was about to fix up his skateboard.

So, things...could be worse.

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Sam smiled at those attempts to remain focused. He was going to wreck that. With two fingers still driving in and out of her, Sam reached out and pinched one of her nipples with his free hand.

He hoped she hadn't been getting too comfortable.

Yeah, no. Her eyes had slipped closed, so that came as an utter surprise, and she actually yelped at the pinch, though not without immediately shifting in a way that suggested a desire for more of that sort instead of less.

She didn't say anything for the moment. Her focus had successfully been diverted.

Pleased with that result, Sam pinched her nipple again, a little harder and a little sharper this time. He didn't know if he'd get a yelp from her again but he didn't care.

And without warning, the thumb of his other hand pushed down on that extremely sensitive area that he'd been avoiding with the fingers pushing in and out of her. He wasn't ignoring it anymore.

Well, he didn't get a yelp. He did get a moan, though, and then a severe gasp because that move had come out of nowhere too, even if she should have been able to expect it.

Panting, Natalie squirmed underneath him, trying to push her hips up against his hand again. Or more. She'd give in to the impatience pretty much completely, it seemed.

Lucky for her, Sam was going to comply with the impatience. He kept thrusting his fingers in out and out of her quickly, making sure his thumb hit that sensitive area as often as it could. His other hand kept rolling and pinching and teasing her nipple, not giving her a chance to calm down at all.

That wasn't going to happen. She was going over that edge too.

She could tell. That edge was fast approaching, she could feel it, not that she could pay it that much mind. She just wanted him to take her there, and knew that he would.

Not that she wasn't giving him a hand, so to speak. Her hips tried to meet his rhythm, pushing up with each thrust. And her hands? One hand had come to curl around his wrist, as if to keep his hand right where it was, teasing her nipple, while the other came up to fondle her other breast, because he only had two hands and maybe she liked symmetry.

Also, nowhere had it been said he shouldn't be able to enjoy the view.

"Holy christ."

Yes, he was enjoying the other view. He almost stuttered in what he was doing because he'd been caught off guard by that. But, both the hands on her nipple (that were being held there now) and the fingers driving in and out of her remained steady.

Sam even chanced adding an additional finger, trying to stretch her as much as he could without hurting her. He picked up speed, thrusting his fingers into her a little roughly because he couldn't help himself. She was so hot and he loved being able to be the one to do this to her.

Well, there was just no chance of her holding up against all of that. None whatsoever, though she tried valiantly for a while. Eventually her control just ahd to snap under the pressure.

But it was spectacular when it did. Her hips surged up one last time to bury his fingers deep within and his thumb firmly against her clit, and her whole body went so tense she thought she might hurt something, but then the orgasm lashed through her. She heard white noise, and throbbed around his fingers, and kind of really never wanted to come down.

That was pretty damn intense to see right there. Sam watched the whole thing happen and never wanted to look away. His fingers were still inside her and on her, still coaxing her down through the orgasm slowly and never taking his eyes off her.

That had been amazing to see. Totally worth it.

And since he was being a darling and seeing her through it, it took a while for her to slump back against the bed and start calming down.

Once she managed to pry her eyes open, she just spent the next moment staring up at the ceiling, catching her breath.

"You okay?" Sam asked after a few seconds. He slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her and eventually ended up just brushing a hand back and forth across her stomach.

Natalie was quiet for a moment longer, apart from her breathing.

"I only need about twenty minutes of today to figure out my plan, and I have nothing else to do," she volunteered eventually. "I think we should consider devoting the rest of it to things like this."

Sam snickered and moved to lay down beside her.

"You wanna spend the rest of the day doing sexual things?" Sam guessed, smirking. "Really, now?"

"Might be the afterglow talking," Natalie sighed, slowly rolling on to her side to face him. "But it seems tempting right now."

"Doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day," Sam murmured, smiling at her. "I could get with that idea very easily."

"Predictable pitfalls of your gender, I'm sure," she said, moving to tuck herself close to him, draping one bare leg over him. "But I think I would like that too."

Once she calmed down from this one.

"You're the one that suggested it, after all," Sam murmured, pulling her close to him. "I figured you'd like it. So, we've got plans for later and now...plans for the rest of the day."

"Yes," Natalie agreed, closing her eyes. "Great vague plans. Looking forward to it."

"You should rest," Sam said quietly, stroking his hand down her back. "Enjoy your afterglow."

"Yes," she agreed again, with a sigh. "There'll be more where that came from."

She quieted down to just breathe him in.

And Sam quieted down to hold her close and enjoy her.

This was how he hoped the entire summer turned out. This feeling right now was amazing and he was content to just be quiet and enjoy it.

Enjoy her.

Room 227 | Sunday Morning

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