Bloom - Greta Van Fleet

Chapter Nine

Warning : NSFW content

Sam lay one last kiss on Esme's lips before flopping down onto the mattress next to her. She was quick to grab the bedsheets, pulling them on top of her exposed body. Sure, after what they'd done it was strange to be embarrassed, but Esme couldn't help but feel vulnerable as she lay there, stripped down to her skin.

He watched her actions with an amused smirk, finding it almost sweet that she was covering herself up whilst he lay there, still exposed to the elements. In his eyes, she looked ethereal, her skin glowing as the late afternoon sun shone through her open window. Despite it being covered, Sam could see the heavy rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath again. He could sit and watch her like that all day.

"I've already seen it all, Esme," He watched as she blushed, not happy with the reminder that he was in fact already aware of what she looked like naked. She moved her head to the side, trying to hide her shame from the man who'd just spent the last hour worshipping her body from head to toe. He leaned in, resting his body against hers once more as he brought his lips up to her ear. "Very nice it was too."

That brought an audible groan from her as she brought the sheets over her face. A low chuckle left Sam as he once again removed his body from hers.

"What, did you not hear me say you were beautiful the entire time you were underneath me?" She could hear the amusement laced through his voice as he mercilessly teased her. She wanted him to keep his mouth shut. Maybe if she kissed him some more it'd keep him quiet. "I could tell you again if you wanted me to, my love." In all honestly, she wasn't sure she could cope if he called her beautiful one more time. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it may explode. She kept quiet, hoping her silence would stop him from speaking, but no such luck.

"Would you like that, angel? Want me to call you pretty again?" Her whole body felt warm as he spoke, a tingle running down her spine as she heard his voice deepen. She flinched a little as his hand came to rest on her lower stomach, rubbing gentle circles on it through the fabric. She felt that aching feeling in her core again, and her lips were desperate to feel his against them once more. "Go on. Show me that pretty little face of yours."

That was it.

Esme flung the sheets off of herself, not caring about revealing her body to him anymore. He'd already seen it, after all. Was there really much point in hiding it from him? She rolled her body onto its side, leaning her chest against his arm as she propped herself up on her elbow. He wore a cocky grin as he watched her move, noticing a look of desperation on her face. In truth, he just wanted to tease her a little, but he was pretty happy with this reaction instead.

As her lips collided with his for what must've been the hundredth time that afternoon, she let out a deep, contented sigh. There was no build-up, the kiss becoming feverish and needy from the get-go and for a moment or two, it felt like Esme was in charge. But she knew that it wouldn't last for long; Sam was much too stubborn to let her take over completely. She'd be a fool to not take advantage of the situation, she thought as she pushed her chest further into him, wanting to feel every centimetre of his body against hers.

The first sign that she was losing power was the wandering hands that seemed to dance over every inch of her skin. Her breath hitched as the tips of one of his fingers ran over her clit, her body twitching at the sudden stimulation. Their teeth clashed a little as he smiled, clearly finding her reaction to his soft touches funny. If she wasn't desperate, she may have been annoyed, but at this point, she didn't care. He could be as condescending as he wanted as long as she got what she wanted.

The second sign came when one of his hands reached her thigh, gripping right onto the flesh. His fingers dug in as if he was scared that she'd slip away if he let her go. There would definitely be bruises meaning Esme probably wouldn't be able to wear a skirt for a few days. An issue that she'd deal with later. After a moment or two more, his fingers tightened, if that was even possible, and he used his grip on her to pull her into a straddling position. Esme broke the kiss, slightly shocked at his bold actions. She was still on top though. Surely that meant she still had power, right?