sam's point of view
Sam's hand ran along the curve of Ophelia's waist, his fingers dancing along her soft skin. Her legs entwined with his under the silk sheets of his bed, making it nearly impossible for the two of them to be any closer. The morning sun creeping through his window created a soft glow around the room, illuminating Ophelia's blonde hair in a way that Sam thought made her resemble some sort of goddess. In the back of his mind, he wondered how his bed suddenly fit the two of them so comfortably, when just a month ago he would nearly fall onto the ground every time they laid together.
Her bare skin pressed against his in a beautiful way, and he wished they never had to leave that position. The blonde leaned forward without a word, pressing her lips to his and placing her hand on his shoulder to pull him even closer. He loved nothing more than the way her lips melted into his when she kissed him. He brought his hand to the side of her face, stroking his thumb softly over her cheek as he deepened the kiss only slightly. "You're perfect." He whispers, making Ophelia's face heat up. Sam thought it was absolutely adorable how flustered she got when he complimented her.
"I love you, Sammy." Ophelia said softly, pulling away from the kiss. Sam looked down at her, a smile forming on his face as he gazed into her emerald green eyes. "I love you too." He grins, leaning in to kiss her forehead. Ophelia sits up, placing her hand on his abdomen and looking down at him. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night." She mumbles with a small frown, and Sam shakes his head quickly. "Don't worry about it, princess. I know you were tired." His fingers graze along her thigh as she pulls the covers off of the two of them. "I think I can make it up to you." She brings her bottom lip between her teeth, and Sam narrows his eyes. "What were you thinking?" He asks quietly, rubbing circles into her skin. Ophelia responds by smoothing her fingers down his stomach, making Sam's heart skip a beat as he watches her hand. "Still in the mood?" Ophelia asks with a teasing grin, and Sam rolls his eyes. "Always am when I'm with you." He admits, letting out a soft sigh when her hand slipped beneath the fabric of his underwear. Her fingers curled around his length, starting with the soft grip she usually did.
Ophelia used her free hand to tug his boxers down to his knees, giving her more access. Sam's head fell back against the pillow as she started with slow strokes. He breathed softly as she worked her hand against him, sending a tingling sensation through his lower abdomen. His fingers tightened their grip on her thigh as she sped up the pace of her hand. "Shit, Lia." He groaned, the pleasure getting a bit more intense when she squeezed the base of his cock. Sam watched as she shot him a sly grin, and he could tell she knew just how much of an effect she had on him. Sam sighed in frustration when the girl pulled her hand away, stopping in her tracks. She leaned down and kissed him briefly, leaving him wanting more as she sat back up.
Sam almost thought she was going to leave as she moved down the bed, but when she turned and laid between his thighs, making herself face-to-face with his member, his breath hitched in his throat. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her every move as her hand returned to its place around his length. She gave him an innocent look, with a smile so endearing it made his cock begin to throb in her hand. Ophelia leaned forward, starting by placing a soft kiss to his tip. Sam grunted, his eyebrows furrowing as a wave of ecstasy shot through him. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, making his eyes flutter shut at the feeling.
Sam knew he shouldn't have been thinking about it, but he wondered where she learned to do all of this. The last time he had spoken to her about giving head, she had said she had no idea how because she had never done it before. Every thought was pulled from his brain as she took his entire length into her mouth, his tip brushing against the back of her throat in a way that made his head roll back. "Oh, fuck." He exclaimed, every movement of hers sending him closer and closer to the edge as she bobbed her head up and down. Sam was having trouble keeping his eyes open, but he wanted to watch her more than anything. Her lips looked so perfect around him, he never wanted the image of it to leave his mind. He slipped his fingers into her hair, pulling it out of her face and pulling it just hard enough for her to let out a moan.
