Open Heart

Chapter 3: Love Isn't Enough

          I HAVE HAD COUNTLESS dreams where it felt so real, only to wake up to realize that it was all in my head. If it were a nightmare, I'd stay awake, but if not, I'd close my eyes in an attempt to continue where I had left off, only to fail miserably.

Worst mornings ever.

However, this morning when I looked down, I was thrilled to discover that my dream wasn't a dream at all. That feeling of ecstasy I felt in my sleep was all thanks to Samuel. He had woken me up in the best way possible.

Nothing felt more fulfilling than waking up to your boyfriend's mouth on your lady parts.

I could get used to this.

"I got hungry," he murmured when he noticed that I was no longer moaning in my sleep. And hungry he was, for he devoured me. I orgasmed twice.

Best morning ever!

We fell asleep all sweaty from our indecent morning workout with Samuel still inside me. What? We needed the rest after burning some calories.

When I woke up again, it was around one in the afternoon, and I was starving. To clear the air, I meant food that nourishes the body. Not for my full-course meal of a boyfriend.

I tried getting up, but Samuel was reluctant. It surprised me how he even had the energy to hold me down. I didn't even have enough energy to hold myself down.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, Samuel, " I announced in another failed attempt to get up.

After thinking back on Samuel's choice of words this morning and seeing the wolfish grin he was now offering me, I threw a hand up in warning.

"And don't say me too, because I'm not talking about what you think I'm talking about. You've had enough of me for today, mister."

Samuel shoved himself deeper into me to prove me wrong. I bit my lip at the pleasure shooting through my body. He did it again. And again. All while kneading vigorously on my already swollen clitoris. "Says who?"

We could do this a million times, and Samuel always found a way to please me.

"Says me," I moaned as I struggled to play hard to get. But we both knew that Samuel had me. All in all. I was his. "Now get out of me, Sammy."

"Let me hold you for five more minutes."

He held me alright, especially when I quivered helplessly from my third orgasm of the day. It was a short one, but it filled my insides and tumbled out, leaving me numb but equally satisfied.

"I don't think I could ever have enough of you, baby," Sam sighed, his breathing slowing down to an even pace.

With an eye roll and a smile, I replied, "How charming." Still, I rested my head on his chest, my fingers playing with the trail of coiled black hairs that were a gateway to my kind of paradise.

"Keep that up, and we'd both be calling in for work for a few days." He sounded tired. We both were.

"You work from home now, Bubba."

"Even better."

"Show off," I scoffed, finally getting up. I threw on Samuel's turtleneck shirt. It looked cute on me, passing for a mini dress.

Samuel got a good look at me before he turned his face into his pillow. "You're the only one who can rock my clothes better than me."

Instead of verbally responding, I took a good grip on his exposed butt cheek and spanked it. He chuckled lazily, throwing the sheet over him.