So as you can probably tell from my [41f] encounters with Sam [now 39M], the sex has been super hot and steamy. Or at least on my half. I find when I don’t see him for a while, that is when my mind takes me to all sorts of wild places in my sleep. This has been a recent dream after a day of steamy text exchanges. I seriously think he enjoys getting me so worked up knowing there is nothing that can be done to facilitate an actual physical meeting at the time. Anyways it’s rather long, so enjoy 🥵

The sun had set, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach as Sam and I stood on the balcony of the apartment I had booked for a weekend getaway. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel the heat between us radiating like an electric current. It has been several weeks since I saw Sam, and I missed his presence. Sam's hand rested on the lower half of my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His blue eyes locked onto mine, darkening with intent. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His tone alone was such a turn on. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The freedom of my adulthood had unleashed something primal within me, and I wanted to explore every inch of it with Sam. "I want you to take control," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. Sam's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Good girl," he praised, his tone dripping with approval. He leaned in closer, our lips mere inches apart. "Now, let's see how far we can push those boundaries." With that, he grabbed my hand and led me inside, closing the balcony doors behind us. The soft hum of the packed beach outside provided a stark contrast to the intensity building between us. Sam guided me towards the bedroom, his pace unhurried but purposeful. Every step felt charged, as if the very air around us was alive with possibility. Once in the room, he turned to face me, his gaze never wavering. "Strip for me," he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. My breath hitched, and I hesitated for only a moment before complying. I reached up and began to undo the buttons of my shirt, my fingers trembling slightly. Sam watched me intently, his eyes following every movement. As each button popped free, my top fell open, revealing the lace of my bra beneath. I let it slip off my shoulders and pool at my feet, kicking it aside as I continued. Next came the buttons of my skirt, which I slid down my hips, letting it fall to join my top on the floor. I stood before him in just my bra and panties, feeling both exposed and empowered. Sam's gaze devoured me, lighting fires in places I hadn't known existed. "Beautiful," he whispered, stepping closer. He reached out and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my skin. "But I want more. Take off your bra." I nodded, doing as he instructed. With shaking hands, I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. My breasts were fully revealed now, and I felt a rush of excitement coursing through me. Sam's eyes darkened further, and he traced a line from my collarbone down to the valley between my breasts. He runs his perfectly soft fingers across by left breast, circling my nipple whilst watching me intensely respond, not knowing what will happen next. He takes me already hard Nipple between his fingers and squeezes with such force that it sends an electrifying impulse straight through my body. He pulls back as quickly as he was to tease me. "Perfect," he whispered, his voice a husky rasp. "Now the panties. Slide them down slowly." I obeyed, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs with deliberate slowness. Each inch they descended felt like an act of surrender, but also one of liberation. By the time they reached my ankles, I was completely naked before him. Sam's gaze roamed over my body, taking in every curve and dip. "You are beautiful," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He stepped forward, pressing his body against mine, and I gasped at the contact. His hands traveled down my sides, stopping just above my ass, where he gave it a firm squeeze and a soft slap landed right on the my left cheek. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I did as he asked, widening my stance until my thighs brushed against his. Sam's hands returned to my ass, this time lifting one leg and wrapping it around his hip. I gasped again, feeling the surge of power and desire that radiated from him. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring and dominating with every sweep. I melted into him, my arms winding around his neck as I surrendered to his embrace. His hand traveled up to my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipples again until it hardened under his touch. "You're so responsive," he whispered against my lips, punctuating each word with a nibble on my lower lip. "I love it." His hand moved lower, skimming across my abdomen and dipping between my legs. His fingers found my clit, circling it in slow circular motions that made my knees weak. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching towards his touch. "Beg for it," he commanded, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "Tell me what you need." I groaned, my head tipping back as I struggled to form the words. "Please, Sam," I panted. "I need... I need you deep inside me." A satisfied smile spread across his face. "That's what I wanted to hear," he said, his voice rough with desire. He grabbed my hips, turning me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. He nudged my legs apart wider, positioning himself at my entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a dark promise in my ear. "Yes," I breathed, my body quivering with anticipation. With one swift motion, he plunged into me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming yet utterly satisfying. Sam's grip on my hips tightened as he began to move, his thrust deep inside me. I feel his gentle fingers around my throat, pulling my head back towards him. He had completely control of me and I was ready to explode my orgasm all over his cock. With a slap firmly planted on my ass, and right as I was on the edge of exploding, he pulls his hard cock out of me, and takes a step back, admiring his own handy work.

Part 2

Sam had just finished dominating me, his firm hand leaving a warm, tingling sensation where it had spanked my bare skin. He stood back, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he admired his handy work. I lay there, panting, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. "Beg for it," he had commanded, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. And I had, oh how I had. My pleas had been desperate, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure that left me teetering on the edge of the universe. Now, as he looked at me, I felt a surge of anticipation and dread. What would he do next? Without warning, he flipped me over, my body curling as he took my legs and bent them so my heels were touching my ass. His hands were gentle but firm as they held me in place. I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat, as he covered my eyes with a make shift blindfold made of his silk tie. The world went dark, and with it, any sense of orientation or control. Panic flared briefly before it was drowned out by the thrill of the unknown. "Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm going to make you squirt all over me." His words were like a shockwave, rippling through my body and settling deep in my core. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the promise in his voice. I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, a sign of my growing arousal. Sam trailed his lips down the side of my neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. His breath was warm against my ear as he continued, his voice a deep purr that sent delicious shivers down my spine. "Do you trust me?" I nodded, unable to form words. Trust him? How could I not? He had orchestrated this entire evening, every touch, every command designed to push me to the brink and then pull me back. And now, here we were, on the cusp of something new, something terrifying and exhilarating. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Good," he murmured, his lips moving lower, trailing kisses along my collarbone. "Because tonight, you're going to experience something incredible." His hands moved to my hips, fingers splayed wide as he pressed them into the soft flesh there. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to moan as he began to knead the tension from my muscles. Each stroke of his fingers was deliberate, calculated to relax me even as it heightened my arousal. "You're so tight," he whispered, his voice dripping with wonder. "So responsive. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you're like this?" I shook my head, the blindfold preventing me from meeting his gaze. But his words wrapped around me, filling me with a heady mix of pride and desire. I wanted to be everything he said I was, wanted to prove myself to him in ways I hadn't even imagined. His lips moved lower, finding the sensitive spot just below my earlobe. He sucked gently, eliciting a soft gasp from me. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice firm but tender. "Let me see how wet you are." Blindfolded and vulnerable, I complied. My legs trembled as they parted, exposing my slick, aching core to his gaze. I could feel the cool air brushing against my heated skin, heightening the contrast between the cold and the burning need inside me. Sam's fingers traced the delicate curve of my inner thigh, inching closer to their destination. When they finally brushed against my clit, I nearly jumped out of my skin. The sensation was electric, a sharp contrast to the slow, teasing pace he had maintained up until now. "So sensitive," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Just the way I like it." His fingers continued their journey, circling my clit in slow, lazy spirals. Each pass sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, building a crescendo of arousal that threatened to overwhelm me. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms as I fought to stay grounded. "Look at you," he whispered, his voice a snake winding its way through my mind. "So desperate for release. So ready to explode." His words echoed in my ears, each one adding fuel to the fire raging within me. I could feel the pressure building, a storm cloud gathering in the pit of my stomach. I was on the edge, balancing on the edgeof something monumental, and all it would take was one more push. Sam seemed to sense this, his movements becoming more insistent. His fingers pressed harder, rubbing against my clit and deeply curved inside me with a ferocity that left me gasping. I could feel the tension in my body reaching a new high, every muscle coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice harsh with urgency. "Tell me what you want." I whimpered, my voice caught in my throat. The need was overwhelming, like a tidal wave threatening to drown me. "I... I want..." "Say it," he growled, his fingers pressing even harder. "Say it and make me believe you." "I want to cum," I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Sam, make me squirt" His response was immediate, a low laugh that vibrated through my body. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Now hold on tight, because this is going to be intense." With that, he shifted positions, his mouth descending on my clit with a force that left me breathless. His tongue darted out, licking and sucking with a precision that surely spoke of years of practice. I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as he worked me with relentless determination. "Yes," I breathed, my voice breaking. "Oh god, yes!" His fingers joined in the assault, plunging back into me with sudden, brutal intensity. I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the orgasm built, grew, and finally exploded. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a whip to my soul. "SQUIRT FOR ME." And with that final command, I did. My body convulsed, a stream of fluid erupting from me as I screamed his name. “ SAMMMMMMMMM” It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a torrent of pleasure and release that left me shaking and weak. Sam didn't stop. He continued to lap at me, drinking in every drop as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. When it finally subsided, I lay there, gasping for breath, my body trembling with the aftermath. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You did so well." I couldn't respond. I was too spent, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. All I could do was lie there, basking in the afterglow as Sam continued to worship my body with his mouth. But then, without warning, he stopped. The sudden absence of his touch sent a pang of loss through me. I whimpered, reaching out blindly for him. "Shh," he soothed, his voice close to my ear. "Don't worry, cougar. We're not done yet." My heart skipped a beat. What did he have planned next?