Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter Twenty Three

Three weeks into dating Sam as well as spending the night with him, she had perfected the way to sleep next to him. Curled up in a ball against his side with his arm wrapped around her. It was where she felt the warmest as well as the safest. It was also the primary reason she did not want to get up as the alarm on Sam's phone sounded at 4:30 am. He had to get to the airport to fly out to visit his sister and she had to drive to the CIA building in New York to debrief for a mission.

She felt him move next to her to shut off his alarm which caused her to groan with annoyance. She did not want to leave him. She just wanted to lay around in her bed with him all day. Sam tightened his grip around her while he turned the alarm off. A low chuckle escaped his throat and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"As much as I like where I'm laying, my sister will kill me if I don't visit, my sweet and slightly cranky girl." He whispered to her.

He moved suddenly to hover over her. The only thing separating the two of them was the thin sheet Brianna ripped from Sam's body sometime during the night. Their bodies were bare from last night's...activities. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her abdomen as he pressed soft kisses against her collarbone and finally her lips.

"I could make it worth it." She told him and hooked her bare leg around his waist.

He chuckled again. "Oh, I know you can, but you also have somewhere important to be."

"Shhh. You're not suppose to know that." She teased him. "I need to shower."

"And I need to repack and make sure I have my ticket." He said and rolled off her.

Sam watched her get out of the bed and his eyes traced over every curve of her bare body while she padded to the bathroom. Brianna knew she didn't have time to wash her hair. Not that she really needed to. She just clipped it back and worried about washing her body and face. Her clothing for the day had been laid out the night before. The CIA was stricter than SHIELD was when it came to dress code so she had chosen a basic outfit; a tight black pencil skirt, a white button up shirt tucked in, a black blazer and a pair of heels. She had also packed a small duffel bag in case they did want her to join in on the arrest of the bomber.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Sam sitting on one of her barstools. He was looking around her apartment absentmindedly until he laid eyes on her. He licked his lips and knew she looked too damn good for him not to do something. He walked over to her slowly and rested his hands on her hips.

"And I'm suppose to let you out of this apartment looking that good?" He teased her.

Brianna hit his chest playfully. "I have too. It's the CIA's dress code."

"Well maybe you should transfer to the CIA so you can dress like this everyday." He said with his lips barely hovering over her's. He reached out behind her head and removed the clip allowing her hair to fall freely around her shoulders and face.

"Sam..." Brianna warned, but kept a smile on her face.

He leaned down slightly causing his hand to graze against the fabric of the skirt. His fingers wrapped around the hemline of her skirt and he hiked it up to rest around her hips. He found her satin underwear and pushed it down to her knees so he could have room to work. She watched him intently, wondering what he would do next. She could already feel her arousal growing as fantasies entered her mind.

"Bend over the counter." He whispered into her ear before pressing sweet kisses along her jawline. "I want to see your ass when I fuck you."

Brianna swallowed thickly at his words, but did as he requested. The counter was cool against her arms. Behind her, she could hear the sound of Sam wrestling to remove his pants and slide on a condom. She felt his hands grab her ass greedily, before spreading her thighs apart for him. She cried out softly as she felt him enter her. He placed one hand on the side of her, gripping the countertop so he could move inside of her.