Sammy Wilk Imagines

Had To Have You*

I let out a sigh of relief as I enter my dressing room, closing the door behind me as I finally let myself relax. I know I should be used to this by now and honestly I am but sometimes it can be pretty exhausting. I love my job though, being a model is everything I've ever dreamed of and getting the chance to be on the runway at the Victoria Secret show is one of the greatest honours I've ever been given. Except after a show, it's nice to just unwind in my dressing room once all the pressure is off and right now I want nothing more than to get changed because while this underwear is fucking gorgeous, it's not the most comfortable clothing in the world.

I'm just about to get changed before I hear the door open behind me and close rather abruptly but I don't get chance to turn around before two familiar arms wrap around my waist and I feel my boyfriend's lips press softly against my exposed shoulders. I let out a small giggle of surprise as I lock my fingers with his as they rest on my stomach, automatically leaning backwards into him. "Sam! You're not supposed to be back here." I laugh, making no attempt to actually get him off of me because he's trailing kisses towards my neck and I already feel weak at the knees – how is it possible for him to do this to me with such little effort?

"Don't worry, I managed to talk my way in." He chuckles as his hands begin to wander across the bare skin of my stomach, making their way up to my breasts and he begins to massage one of them through the bra as he continues to speak, the feeling of his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "You looked so good up there, baby." He mutters, spinning me around to face him and I watch as he looks me up and down, such pure lust clear on his face as he takes me in. Soon enough, his eyes focus on my face momentarily before he moves forward and our lips collide, softly at first but Sam soon picks up the pace. Our lips move messily and hastily together, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own which he obviously wins straight away. He tilts his head to the side just slightly as a way to deepen the kiss and I already let the tiniest hint of a moan out into his mouth which makes the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

Sam's hands make their way to my ass, grabbing it firmly as he pulls away, his forehead resting against mine and his heavy breath hot against my face. "Seeing you dressed like this, fuck, you look so sexy." He whispers and I feel my cheeks heat up in a blush because no matter how many times I hear them, compliments from Sam will never get old. "You turned me on so fucking much, I had to come back here." He places a few more kisses lazily against my lips as he uses his grip on my ass to grind his hips forward into mine and his breath hitches a little at the slight friction but even just that one motion is enough to make my head spin. Even through his jeans I can feel that he's hard and oh my god, it's so fucking hot that I made him that way.

His soft lips attach to my neck, sucking and biting ever so softly, just enough to leave a slight mark that will most definitely need to be covered up before my next show and I whimper a little at the small pleasure I get from it. My hands find the end of his shirt and begin to pull it over his head to which he helps and then its tossed on to the floor as we begin walking backwards towards the dressing table. Once there, I hop up onto the clear surface and Sam stands in between my legs, his mouth on me once more but his hands moving to unhook the back of my bra. "I thought you said I look hot in this." I tease and Sam chuckles against the skin on my neck, pulling away long enough to pull the bra off of me and to respond.

"Yeah, but I didn't come all the way back here just to look at you." He jokes but his voice is husky and as I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to move as close to me as he possibly can, his hands find my hips and he grinds himself into me again. I watch as his lips part slightly and his eyes flutter closed as he repeats the movement a few more times and honestly, I could just sit here and watch him do this forever. "I came here so that I could kiss you," He says kissing me forcefully but quickly once more, "and touch you and fuck you so hard you scream my name." I let out a soft moan at just his words because I love it when he talks that way and I wait in anticipation as he undoes his jeans, sliding them down his legs so that his bulge is prominent in his tight underwear. I want him so bad, I don't think I'm going to be able to cope if I have to wait any longer.

"Sam, please." I whimper as he fiddles with the thin fabric of my panties and I squirm impatiently because I need him so bad and he's taking so long on purpose. "Hurry up!" I tell him and he smirks a little at my impatience, his hands gripping my panties and sliding them down my legs. Once they're off I return to hooking them around his waist as I wait for him to take off his own underwear because now I'm completely naked and this need I have for him is becoming uncontrollable. Sam knows what I want though so he pushes his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them when they pool at his feet and he begins to line himself up with my entrance.

He doesn't push into me straight away though, instead he rubs his tip against my slit in a way that makes him let out the smallest of moans but I try my best to push myself onto him to no avail. He places his free hand on my hip, holding me in place so I can't move my body away from the dressing table and onto him. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet." He murmurs, obviously trying his best to restrain himself from pushing into me because I know just how much he loves to tease me.

Eventually it gets too much for him though and he pushes into me forcefully without warning and I already moan louder than I probably should when in a dressing room with a rather busy corridor outside but it's fine, I couldn't care less right now. I wrap my legs ever tighter around him, bringing him so close to me that there's barely any space between us. Sam tilts his head forward and resumes his previous attack on my neck, continuing to suck that one spot on my neck and I'm sure that hickey is going to take so long to go away. He picks up his pace with each thrust and every groan that leaves his mouth vibrates against my skin. I can't stop my hands from tangling in his hair, pulling it hard but it only spurs him on to keep going. "Faster!" I shout in between moans that I can't stop from spilling out of my mouth and Sam obliges instantly, lifting his head and gripping my hips tightly and pulling me forward so I he can pound into me as fast as he can.

I have to grab onto the edge of the table to hold myself in place because as the speed Sam's going I'll end up hitting the mirror behind me, in fact, I'm partly surprised that the table hasn't collapsed yet. I can feel myself about to hit my orgasm, the pool of heat is pooling in my stomach and I find myself grabbing onto Sam's arm so tight I could possibly be cutting the circulation off but he doesn't seem to mind. "Not yet, baby." He grunts as he continues to push in and out of me and his words are almost a blur to me but I listen anyway because he knows when I'm about to climax and it only makes it better when he tells me to hold it off as long as possible.

One of Sam's hands move to massage my clit in time with his thrusts and just that extra pleasure is making it impossible for me to hold back my high. "Sammy, fuck, please can I come?" I practically beg him but he doesn't respond straight away, just continues his movements and I know I'm screaming his name at this point but I couldn't care less. "Fuck, please." I shout once more and he gives a slight nod of his head when he gets close as well.

Just that one nod approval causes me to come undone completely, my whole body overcome with this indescribable pleasure. It's almost like I've gone straight to heaven and nothing matters other than how I feel in this moment. I hear my name leave Sam's mouth as his thrusts begin to slow down and I feel him release inside of me, my whole body quivering as I come down from one of the best orgasms I've ever had. "I love you." I whisper as my breathing returns to normal and I feel happiness spread through my body as he returns the words.

Once we've both come down from our highs, Sam pulls out of me but I stay sat on the table for a little while longer, trying to regain my composure while Sam attempts to fix his hair in the mirror behind me – failing miserably given the fact that some of it is partly stuck to his forehead because of sweat and he eventually gives up, turning to pick his clothes up and then grinning at me as I eventually hop off the table. "Maybe I should come to your shows more often."