ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ C21

@❛ sam k。 her elongated strands are trapped beneath the entire expanse of her back, shadowing her figure atop of the mattress in a halo-like manner. she's staring. /hard/. immediately conforming beneath the weight of his body upon her own. her leg bends at his hip, the other wrapping around him in order to keep him there. the tips of her fingers hover above his wrists, slowly elevating up the expanse of his arms to then wrap around his neck with ease. a plea rests upon the tip of her tongue, ready to spill if necessary, but luckily he seemed to be just as hungry for her as she was for him.
sam...
it's the only vocabulary she could seem to find within the clouds of her mind, lips parting the moment he's stretching her walls. due to the unfamiliarity of the sensation there was a slight sting, but it wasn't long until it was completely overpowered by pleasure. he's big, and she's addicted. her walls welcome him in a vice grip, as if a reminder that there was no plan on letting him go anytime soon, and her back arches off of the bed with a curl to her toes. one of her hands lingers between their bodies, slowly curving around his hip.
.... you feel so good in me, baby.. that's right, give me all of you.

@❛ sam k。 a photo that resembles to universe of trillions of stars is painted behind her closed eyes, the pleasure temporarily paralyzing her. sure, she'd been able to handle taking care of herself with the accompaniment of her hand, but that would never amount to what he'd been able to do to her within this moment in particular. she's searching for the earth in that atmosphere, looking to further ground herself from the high she'd been skyrocketed to. it starts with a flutter of her eyes, swollen tiers parting to shakily exhale as her grip begins to loosen from his strands to instead gently ghost the tips of her fingers down the supple flesh of his cheek. her eyes flutter open, head tilting down to look at him with a breathy chuckle.
yeah, you're telling me--
finally regaining strength within her (still) quivering thighs, she begins to carefully descend down his abdomen with fingers pressing atop his chest to keep her steady. her hips lower to press her nether lips upon his shaft, and she too leans down to catch his lips in a fervent kiss. she can taste her own arousal upon the tip of his tongue, but it seems that his own taste remained superior to anything else. she wanted him, so, so bad. but.. she wasn't sure how to move forward from here. would he want to be guided? in control?
how do you want me, baby? like this?
her tone is sultry, infused with honey dipped sunken tones only meant for Sam to hear. it's murmured with a gentle tug to his lower lip, then hooking a leg around him to (with a bit of troubles) to flip them over so that she was beneath him - smile cheeky.
or like this?

@❛ sam k。 -- how've you never done this before?
her words are mere wisps in comparison to the sounds that'd previously fallen from her lips, and are then followed suit by a hint of a chuckle whilst the corners of her lips etch into a smile. her fingers remain firm around his strands, right hand loosening from the headboard of her bed to then press just atop of her abdomen. each sense of hers seemed to be completely heightened, almost completely peaking. even from here she could smell him, taste him even, and don't even get her started on what a simple touch of him makes her feel. it was coming to quick, so quick that the edge resided upon the tip of her tongue, but just like him, she didn't want it to end so soon.
mm... --- , ..
if his words weren't enough to rock her world, then his tongue certainly was. her head immediately is thrown back, the hand hovering atop of her abdomen now grasping upon her and massaging it. her eyes squeeze shut, breaths short as her lungs sting in attempt to cling upon the seemingly scarce air surrounding the two. her hips have a mind of their own, running along sam's brims and tongue -- addicted to how he felt against her. her fingers grip tighter, whimpers spilling from her freshly gnawed tiers as her legs tighten around his head.
b..baby,
her thighs begin to tremble, hips screeching to a halt as the entirety of her figure begins to convulse in response to the pleasure being shot up her spine, all with a string of pants intermingled with softened curses and moans of his name.

@❛ sam k。 her fingers are quick to assist in the removal of whatever fabric remained clung to her skin, the cool air surrounding them immediately sending a shiver down her spine. regardless of insecurities, it was so easy to feel comfortable with sam, though, the comfort didn't seem to halt the quickened puls upon her ribcage. maybe it was the adrenaline of finally being where she'd wished to be, wrapped completely around his fingers. a softened yelp mixes itself within a quiet giggle as she's tugged up his figure, inked arm extending to clamp her fingers around the top of the headboard. this wasn't exactly what she'd pictured, nor expected from the male, but.... she wasn't complaining. the tip of her tongue peaks to ghost between her tiers, free hand reaching down to allow the tips of her fingers to sink within his tresses once more, completely steadying and stabilizing her atop of him. her head tilts downward to look at him with eyes that scream of hunger and lust, lower lip becoming collected between her pearly whites as pleasure immediately skyrockets through her body, the warmth of his tongue not only leaving behind a trail of fire but shooting it up every single vein throughout her body.
sam--
whatever spills from is earned from the works of his tongue, which despite being new to this was....... so... /so/ good. her head slowly rolls to the side and back, tendrils tickling the middle of her bottom as her eyes flutter shut. her fingers offer his strands a light tug and she's resisting the urge to rock her hips upon his mouth, despite being hard to do so. she does so regardless, almost experimentally, before shifting her gaze back down to him with a pleasure filled visage, repetitively gnawing upon her lower lip with small nods.
... just like that, baby.

@❛ sam k。 it's instinctual to tilt her head to the side, opening the expanse of her neck to him completely. the tip of her tongue rides between the seam of her swollen tiers, eyes fluttering shut with a shaky breath immediately slipping through her lips. his tendrils immediately entangle within her slender digits, the tips of her nails riding along his scalp - just as his previously did upon her own. she ponders over the possibility of him being able to feel her heart palpitating upon each pulse point of her neck, where his lips press, and there's a slight ringing in her ears at how quick her heart is beating. she's sure he could feel it and wonders what he would think about her being so nervous. her figure immediately straightens in assistance to remove her shirt, only then releasing a soft chuckle as her bra is chucked away.
sam....
the whisper of his name is laced within a fluid mix of softened breaths and faint moans, and she can feel almost each and every hickey beginning to form, his hands and mouth hot upon her flesh. the images of them over her entire body begins to spin within her head, her hips hungrily pressing against his own. there's a sense of self consiousness residing within the pit of her stomach-- she wasn't necessarily the biggest in the or department, but, his words immediately nudge away her insecurities completely.
do it.
she whispers, her head straightening up and tilting down as her palms press upon each side of his neck. there's a faint blush tickling her cheeks, nerves boiling within her stomach. it felt as if /this/ were her first time, and not only because it had been a long time. her right hand lowers, the tips of her fingers ghosting down his toned abdomen to once again gently curl around his shaft once more. her own head cranes, lips pressing open mouthed kisses down the nape of his neck before ling and nibbling upon the flesh, marking him as her own.
, i want you--no, i need you, so bad. take me, make me yours..

@❛ sam k。 it had been the first time she'd ever heard the word fluidly slip through his tiers with such ease, always have found herself to be the one with the dirtier mouth within the relationship. perhaps it affected her more than it should've, so much so that she needs to shift and press herself atop of her thigh in order to gain some kind of friction. her eyes are wide, concentrated yet yearning as she looks up at him beneath a thickened coat of her lashes, brows just barely furrowing in question.
mm--
it hadn't occurred to her how quick it could've taken for his body to take over upon receiving his firsts, for she'd never done this with someone with so little experience before. perhaps others may have found it laughable, but not her. with his guidance she's slipping off of him with a gentle pop of her tiers, her hands shifting to completely discard of whatever fabric may be left shielding his entirety from her to the side as if it were nothing, because quite frankly, that's exactly what it was within this moment. only a few moments later does she find her way back upon his lap with a gentle bite to her lower lip, the pads of her fingers caressing each side of his neck as she presses her tiers upon his once more. her smile is permanently etched upon her own lips, cheeks almost aching as the tip of her nose nudges atop of his own. it's the first time, in a long time, that she'd felt this way about someone. that she'd been in this position with someone -- but it's the first time within the entirety of her twenty two years of life that she has felt so.... alive. there wasn't much light, just really the light from the moon dancing over their figures. her teeth offer his lower lip a gentle tug, tilting his head up as she looks down at him before whispering with her lips lingering atop his own.
show me what you've got, baby.

@❛ sam k。 there were a few conditions that she was anticipating that he would follow, despite the lack of words expressing so, but instead doing so naturally. that being to not hide from her, nor hold himself back. because gee, there didn't seem to be anything like hearing her name in such a lewd manner, especially coming from her lover. his words send an immediate strain of comfort throughout her veins and she's suddenly the most comfortable she could be within this position. the corners of her tiers begin to upturn as much as they could and she finds herself releasing him shortly after.
do you like that, baby?
she whispers and her digits are soft to the touch as they curl around his base, slowly pumping him before taking him within once more. her head begins to move up and down, tongue pressing upon the underside of his shaft as if to map out every bump and ridge of him. she's releasing softened hums whilst doing so, taking him in deeper and deeper with each lowering of her head, pace steady.

@❛ sam k。 the steps forward are slightly stammered and stumbly upon being tugged closer, both legs bending to allow herself to be accommodated upon his lap once more. she couldn’t say why, really, perhaps it was the need to indulge in his innocence a few moments longer. but god, she’d never been more excited to a in her life, not to mention the thrill accompanying the fact that she’d be the one deflowering him.
take this off...
she whispers upon his brims, collecting the hem of his shirt between her grasp to then urge upwards, and once it’s up and over his head, it’s discarded to the side. her fingers smooth down his chest, leaving one last kiss upon his lips before gently shoving him back upon the mattress. she finds herself lowering to her knees with a trail of kisses down his abdomen, a playful simper etched upon her tiers as her fingers work at the waistband of his jeans. with a bite to her lower lip she tugs them down just enough to free her prize from the confinement of his jeans.
oh wow..
her eyes flutter up to meet his own and she’s reminded to take it slow, to not only allow herself to savor the entirety of him but to allow him to do the same, she wanted this to be remembered as good— not the way people normally explain their firsts. so, desperate to hear him so sinfully murmur her name once more, she slowly leans in to press open mouthed kisses up the underside of his shaft whilst managing to keep her eyes connected with his own, then lowering to run her tongue up the entire length before finally collecting him within with a hum of satisfaction. his taste was unlike anyone else, and god, was he impressive.

@❛ sam k。 her brows are gently knit together as she so easily leans within the warmth of his touch, one that normally brought such ease, calm and warmth to her life yet tonight completely sent her into a frenzy. her eyes narrow, almost in determination as she repetitively reminds herself to pay attention. her hands raise to caress his wrists, gently easing the trembles before her lips immediately dance atop of his own once more. she's so close to getting lost within him, even nudging a leg between his own to press upon his . but he's pulled away before given a chance to. her eyes open and she looks up at him with faint pants slipping through her tiers and atop of his, blinking for a moment.
you haven't?
she whispers, more ... shocked, than anything else. but, come to think of it, it begins to tie everything together. all his confession had done had made her more excited, yearning pooling between that of her legs as she shakes her head with a growing smile, murmuring upon his tiers.
sam, there are so many things that would have to go wrong for you to disappoint me. how can i be disappointed when i'm given the chance to be here in the first place?
a kiss to his lower lip and his chin, down his jaw and soon his neck as her fingers ghost around his middle.
we can take it slow, i'll take care of you..
she murmurs upon his neck, her right hand lowering to conform around his bulge with a gentle squeeze, lips finding his once more.
i'll make you feel good.

@❛ sam k。 her posture straightens immediately as the taller male finds his footing upon the floor, and her lower lip is immediately collected between her teeth in attempt to fill the void of where his flesh had previously been. a brow raises in slight bemusement as he begins to walk backwards, to which she happily follows. her steps are a bit wider to keep her frame closer to his own, lips finding themselves repetitively kissing at the expanse of his chest and upon the fabric of his shirt. the tips of her nails run along the back of his hands, eager and needy to touch him.
hm?
she's more inebriated by his scent than the alcohol she had previously consumed, mindlessly reaching back to toss the door shut as they enter her bedroom after what'd felt like a millennium of steps taken. her feet come to a halt as her fingers stray from his own to instead hover beneath the hem of his shirt, blinking almost innocently up at him.
what is it?

@❛ sam k。 okay, she couldn't /completely/ blame this on the wine, for she was completely aware of each shift in movement, each decision as clear as day. if anything, it's more to blame -- or, she guesses -- to thank her change in lifestyle, for allowing herself to be more careless and bold. to follow what she wants. and in this moment, as well as the moments building up to it, she wanted him. her strands betray her, now hovering over both of their shoulders as her palms press flat into the expanse of his chest.
what's on my mind? why you, of course. but.....
her fingers drum in place, upon both his own and his chest as if to act as some playful type of 'drumroll'. her lips hover beneath his ear, eyes overlooking the profile of his visage before she gently gathers the lobe of his ear between her teeth within that of a playful tug, only to then lap at the spot with a cheeky simper before whispering in accompaniment.
more of how much i want you.

@❛ sam k。 hm?
her brow raises as his question, alongside his remarks, tug her out of the trance she must’ve slipped into. her eyes flutter momentarily, an embarrassed chuckle slipping through her tiers as a hand raises to nudge a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
am i being that transparent?
her posture straightens to collect their empty dishes and she stands, bringing them to the sink before hovering behind him. her fingers tap amongst his shoulders before smoothing down his chest, lips pressing saccharine kisses up the valley of his neck before breathing out a hum in thought, murmuring.
i was just... thinking...

@❛ sam k。 she supports me in everything that i do.
easily answering, she nods her head a few times as her chin perched atop of the back of her knuckles, lifting the glass to sip from the drink once more before her brows knit together.
i grew up doing, yknow, musical theatre and all of that so she knows about it. they just.. i don’t know. it’s weird. whenever i’ve brought it up recently, they get all weird about it.
the tip of her tongue glides between the seam of her tiers as she look ahead at him, and there’s the familiarity of yearning basking within the depths of her body. her blinks are slow, almost curious as she peers to him, head rocking to the side as a smile tickles at her features.

@❛ sam k。 it wasn’t long until her plate was cleaned as well, forearms perched atop of the edge of the table whilst following the movement of her wine with her eyes, wrist moving it in small circles.
i believe they do. i mean, they better. if he’s not taking care of her, i’ll castrate him myself.
her lower lip is once again welcomed between her teeth as their legs slightly intertwine, her own escalating up the length of his leg before shifting back down as she simultaneously sips from her wine. the thought (and perhaps a bit of the wine) splurges warmth through her veins, heart palpitating within her chest.
i’d love that. you’d love her. she’s the most... italian new yorker you’d ever meet.

@❛ sam k。 ah,
she nods, leaning back into her chair whilst chewing her newest scoop of pasta with a hum, raising a hand to nudge her hair behind her ear as she swallows.
growing up my family was probably one of the most tight knit families out there. my dad left us when we were young, so it was just mom, my brother and i. we lived right down the road from my grandma, so we’d see her every day, or so. she was always cooking with my mom and i always wanted to learn. i still talk to her almost every day, she’s texting now. i believe she lives near my brother.
she nods, raising her glass to her lips once more with one of her legs extending beneath the table, the curve of her foot running along his shin.

@❛ sam k。 a lightweight.... that’s cute, baby. i’m a bit of a lightweight myself, i don’t drink often.
she murmurs with a laugh following suit, her hand raising to nudge her hair behind her shoulders before leaning down to begin eating at the meal herself. a pleased hum appears amongst her visage as she straightens up and sips from her wine, the corner of her lips outstretching into a grin. one of her hand raises to cover , chuckling softly.
yeah? i’m really glad. i love cooking. it’s the Italian in me, you could say.

@❛ sam k。 she retracts her arm after the tap of the glasses to then sip at the wine, her figure visibly relaxing at the taste with a satisfied hum whisping through her tiers. she blinks at him with a smile, raising a brow with her free hand grabbing at the bottle.
yeah? do you want some more? i’m glad you like it, i just hope the food is up to par. it’s one of my favorite recipes from my grandma.

@❛ sam k。 pfft— i mean, they can charm me all they want but they’re not gonna get anywhere.
she releases a chuckle with an accompanying scrunch of her nose, biting into her lower lip upon opening the bottle now in her hands.
damn, though, i hope to find these pictures.
she chuckles, pouring a little bit into his glass for him to taste before doing the same into her own (though, a bit more) and setting it down between them. shifting her gaze back up to him, a smile tickles at her features with a nod, extending out her glass.
to..... us? and being happy.

@❛ sam k。 the twins? are they — brother and brother or one of your brothers and your sister? why are you concerned?
she chuckles at the thought, knowing that she’d be concerned if he were to ever meet her brother. her lower lip is collected between her teeth, nodding.
true, i’ll be sure to remain glued to you.
she laughs softly, reaching up for two bowls to begin pouring a fair share of pasta on each plate, then reaching for some basil to drizzle over it.
a chemist, that’s amazing. he must be pretty smart, huh.
turning on her heels, she places the plates upon the table where they’d made space for breakfast and reaches out to dim the lights, then returning to grab a few utensils.
okay, first is there video of this evidence of your 21st? because I’d love to see it. moscato is.... a bit more fruity? i think it goes really well with this dish, it’s my favorite wine.
she grins, popping down excitedly in her seat with her eyes trained on his taller frame.

@❛ sam k。 ah right, i remember you saying that. i just didn't know that entailed a sister.
she can't help but chuckle, her teeth sinking within her lower lip as her smile continues to widen. the sound of the christmas store immediately perks her up, looking up at him with eyes wide and doe-like.
it /does/? okay, so we've gotta go then. christmas is one of my two favorite holidays.
leaning upon her toes once more, she reaches for two of the glass plates to have ready to her left, nodding along as she finishes the dishes.
wow, that's amazing-- i'm sure he was fun to grow up around. no wonder music is such a big part of your life. what's his day job?
her head tilts in curiosity, only for her brow to raise in a playful manner.
and if we're nervous, we tell each other?
she looks up at him, as if telling him to do so particularly in the manner that he, too, was thinking of (regardless of being unaware of it).
babe, could you grab the moscato in the fridge? do you like moscato? the wine glasses are up in the right cupboard.

@❛ sam k。 you have a sister?
she questions, her tiers immediately beginning to upturn at the thought. her head nods a few times at the thought, hum being emitted from the depths of her chest.
you guys seem really close, i admire that. I’d like to meet them one day, if they’re ever in town.
easily distracted by the overload of kisses upon her neck the tip of her tongue rides within the seam of her tiers, eyes tempted to flutter shut. she keeps her ground, however, continuing to work at their dinner with a thickened swallow.
i just mean — i dunno, you seem to know more about the process of recording? and stuff, more than i do. i only know how to sing and work the keys.
she scrunches her nose with a chuckle, biting into her lower lip. when he speaks again she turns her head to look up at him, leaning on her toes to press a kiss to the sharpest point of his jaw before once again looking back at the cooking food ahead of them.
same goes for you, mister. about anything. promise?

@❛ sam k。 a soft laugh escapes her lips as she listens to him speak, the tip of her nose gently scrunching whilst her shoulders raise in a shrug, simper playful.
you never know, i just may. you seem to know a lot more about.. music entirely, than i do. do your brothers also play instruments or are they into anything else?
she questions, glancing at him as he hops down before her tiers etch into a grin and she leans back against his chest. shaking her head with a chuckle, it tilts to the side to allow him more access to her cheek. she picks up the eggs and cracks them into the cheese before stirring it together, then lifting the ingredients up.
gotta turn.
she instructs, carefully turning in his embrace with a soft laugh before working at the stove once more.
i'm actually really nervous, y'know. i feel like singing for you is my make it or break it moment.

@❛ sam k。 both the tips of her ears begin to heat up as the volume of his guitar dwindles into the silence of the room and she finds herself staring at the meat in her hands, running the tip of her tongue between her lips before finding the courage to lift her head up and smile.
you're amazing at that, y'know. have you ever wanted to pursue a career in music? don't forget to teach me a chord or two, but after.. i'm done, of course.
she questions, now grabbing at the parmesan cheese and the cheese grater, carefully doing so.
i'll have to postpone my song until after dinner, aha.

@❛ sam k。 his voice definitely startles her a little, head immediately lifting to immediately meet his gaze albeit shifting down to his lips shortly after. she bites into her lower lip once more, listening to the riffs of the guitar for a little longer before quietly clearing . she turns to face the pans, pouring the spaghetti into the now boiling water before covering that with a top. it's when she turns back to him does she join in, regardless of the nerves plummeting throughout her veins.
in my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke through the trees
and the voices of those who standing looking
ooh, it makes me wonder
ooh, it really makes me wonder..
her nose scrunches, peering at him within the corner of her eyes before back down at the bacon in her hands, yet continuing on as he plays.

@❛ sam k。 the moment his eyes were closed was the moment she'd moved forward, elbows perched atop of the countertop right beside him. she watches /intently/, quite honestly unable to remove her gaze from him. she had the opportunity to study him without him recognizing the longevity to which she was doing so, from how good he looked with his hair pulled back to how talented he was with the guitar.
she begins to breathe out a quiet hum in acquaintance to his playing, albeit not loud enough to be heard over the tune of his playing. turning to grasp at the bacon she's setting up beside him and quietly chopping it into small pieces, just focusing on listening to what he was playing with a smile permanently set upon her tiers.

@❛ sam k。 her free hand runs through her tussled, semi-dry locks as she steps in, following close by the male as excitement begins to pump through her veins-- both by the idea of him playing for her, and also the dish she was planning to cook.
sounds good to me, baby.
the kiss is happily returned, lower lip tugged between her teeth as a smile tickles upon her cheeks. butterflies-- no, an entire zoo seems to roam around her stomach as she grabs a large boiling pan and a frying pan, filling the one up half way with water before putting salt into it and turning up the heat. she then begins to grab at the ingredients necessary-- bacon, spaghetti, garlic, eggs and cheese before turning to face him; playfully bowing forward with a laugh.
and what'll you be playing for me this evening, sir?

@❛ sam k。 your mom chaperoned it --
her head tilts back to release a laugh at the thought, but also as she reminisces how her own mom did the same for her.
that's really cute, i think all first dates are kind of awkward, no? my mom and my brother were at mine, saw my first kiss and everything.
her nose scrunches as she nudges herself up, grasping both of the glasses before joining him at the sink. she tucks them into the dishwasher and turns on the sink to assist in rinsing off the plates before perching herself atop of the counter with a grin.
sounds perfect. i'll go and start getting ready then.

@❛ sam k。 ah, thank you. but no worries, i've got hacker fingers.
her hands raise to wiggle her fingers, tiers upturned into a cheeky grin. it's not long after he finishes that she does, too, finishing up her drink whilst her ankles cross together and her hands rest within her lap. she's leaning forward, looking over his countenance with her own head tilting to the side.
really?
she's questioned, a bit shocked by his explanation. her eyes squint in suspicion and she leans in a bit more.
are you sure? are you lyyyying to me? i have a hard time believing that, but i guess i'll take your word for it. if it counts for anything though, i think you're greatly charming.

@❛ sam k。 that’s a good question, i’m not sure. i haven’t seen him since my mom’s funeral— well, his lack there of presence.
her nose scrunches at the topic, running her tongue along her lower lip before breaking off another piece to chew upon. her chin perched atop of her palm as she does so, looking his way with a growing smile.
mm..
she sets down the fork and sips her drink, slumping back with a tilt of her head.
any reason why? what’s not to like?

@❛ sam k。 he's great. very very very very /very/ gay. we get along though, just wish we were closer? we don't talk as much now that we don't live near each other, he's still back in florida.
her shoulders are raised in a halfhearted shrug as she works to break off a piece of the crepes, taking a bite before looking up at him with a smile. a hand lifts to shield as she breathes out a soft laugh.
why's that? i'm quite the honest gal, must i say. i know what i want.