1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12

'Ohhh,' Sam had propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. His eyes were lidded and he was breathing heavily.

Emma smiled at him, happy that he was enjoying her exploration. She took him into her mouth again, this time letting her lips slide lower down his shaft. She moved her head up and down a few times, listening to Sam's heavy breathing, taking a little more of him in with each stroke until her lips came to rest on the top of the hand at the base of his shaft.

She rested there a second, contemplating the feeling of him filling her mouth. The head of his penis was close to the back of her throat, but she could still breathe through her nose. She felt like she was salivating an unusual amount, if she didn't swallow soon she was in danger of choking on her own saliva. She tried swallowing while he was still in her mouth, it kind of worked, she have to do it a few more times to get rid of the excess spit.

'Oh god, what are you doing?' gasped Sam.

Emma quickly pulled away, afraid that she was doing something wrong. 'Sorry, did that hurt?' she asked.

'No baby, that feels amazing,' his voice was hoarse.

'Oh,' she smiled and retuned to her experimentation. Next she wanted to see how much of him she could take into her mouth at once. She removed her hand from the base of his shaft and slowly lowered her mouth over him until a comfortable amount was inside, then she started moving her head up and down, taking a little more in each time until his head was rubbing the back of her throat. She resisted the urge to gag, and consciously relaxed her throat muscles. She continued moving up and down, timing her breathing with her strokes. She looked up at him, his face was contorted in please, his eyes half closed, his brow wrinkled.

Sam's cock was pressing against the back of her throat at the end of her strokes, it felt tight back there. There wasn't really any feeling to compare it to, it was slightly uncomfortable and oddly erotic at the same time. Sam was groaning in pleasure. She was taking him in as deeply as she could but she still wasn't at the base of his shaft.

She pulled back out and concentrated on the head of his penis again, swirling her tongue round it and letting it slip out of her mouth only to gobble it back in greedily.

She resumed bobbing her head up and down, quickening her pace, getting used to the feeling of his head pushing into the back of her throat. Sam's hips were moving in time with her head. She slowed down a little and started taking more of him in on each stroke. She was getting close to the base of his shaft, she made herself relax her throat and tried to take in his full length, she was so close to getting it all. On the next stroke she took a deep breath and sunk her head down as far as her throat would allow, when she got to the bottom Sam thrust his hips up to meet her. His cock was buried deep in her throat and her lips were brushing up against his pubic hair. She moaned, she was so turned on.

'Oh baby, that feels so good,' Sam groaned.

She had to pull back to breathe, but she kept on moving her head over him, taking him in deep. Her pussy was throbbing, she could feel the wetness leaking all over the leg she was resting on.

She released him from her mouth and moved on top of him, straddling his hips. She slowly lowered herself down on to him. His cock seemed huge and insurmountable, but her pussy was slick with a mixture of her desire and his cum, and she felt him stretch her out inch by inch. She released a sigh. God he felt so good inside her. Every nerve in her body was on high alert. She squeezed the muscles in her pussy and felt a wave of pleasure pass over her.

'Mmmm, Sam you feel so good inside me,' she moaned.

She started rocking back and forth on her knees, feeling his hard cock squeezing in and out of her. It was a tight fit. She was leaning towards him with her hands on either side of his head. She tried pumping straight up and down and she could feel the head of his cock buried deep inside her, rubbing up against the end of her pussy. Next she tried rolling her hips into him, causing her clitoris to rub against his pubic hair.

She contracted her pussy muscles in time with her strokes and felt ripples of pleasure spreading over her body. Sam was still half sitting, propped up by his elbows, and she could feel her nipples grazing up against his chest.

'Aghhh, Emma...' his voice was raspy, his eyes half closed.

She pushed off her hands so that she was fully sitting on him and began pumping up and down in short strokes, she leaned back so that his cock was rubbing against the knot of nerves at her g-spot. She felt the waves of pleasure getting closer together and started pumping harder.

Sam collapsed backwards, his eyes were squeezed shut. 'Aghh, Em, I'm really close,' he warned.

The thought of Sam's cock exploding cum into her pussy was an incredible turn on to Emma, she pumped faster, still using short strokes, her breasts bouncing up and down freely. Sam's hands came to her hips. Her pussy was so close to cumming, each stroke rubbed up against her g-spot and shot pleasure through her body.

'Sammy, give me you cum,' she panted.

He opened his eyes. His mouth was slightly open and he groaned. His hands took control of her hips and he pushed her down hard and fast onto his cock. The sudden invasion of the deep end of her pussy took her by surprise, he lifted her up and pushed her back down deep again as her orgasm wracked through her body. His stomach muscles rippled as he lifted his shoulders up off the ground and pulled her hips tight into his, so that his cock was buried deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsing as he pulled on her hips again and again, struggling to push himself deeper into her. She felt the warmth in her pussy spread out and take over her body.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

In her wildest dreams Emma could never have imagined a better summer than the one she was having. She was in love. The feelings that had always murmured softly to her in the past were now living, moving, breathing creatures inside her, demanding her attention. Her love had become a part of her, directing her thoughts and actions, always craving Sam.

Finding time to be together was challenging. They were both training and working and Sam was afraid if he spent too many nights away from their parents' house they would become suspicious. He had started riding his bike instead of driving so that they wouldn't hear him sneak out of the house in the early hours of the morning to rendezvous at her apartment.

Occasionally they would eat dinner together with their parents, as was the family tradition. She would steal glances at him when she thought nobody would notice, the electricity flowing between them when their eyes would catch for a second. After dinner Sam would make some excuse for going out that night with his friends, and half an hour later he would walk into her apartment. She would already be wet in anticipation of him and they would be naked within seconds, sometimes making it into her bedroom, but sometimes the need was too great and they would explore each others bodies on the floor, the couch, against the kitchen counter, whatever surface was free.

Emma was amazed at her body's response to him. Even if she was tired or sore from training her body was always willing for him, in fact more than willing. It urged her towards him; just the thought of him, the knowledge that he wanted her was enough for her pussy to start weeping its slippery invitation.

At the beginning of July Sam had to go to Colorado for a high altitude training camp for two weeks. His absence was excruciating, she still talked to him on the phone every night but her body ached, she was desperate for him.

Two weeks had seemed like two years, it was Friday and Sam was due home that night. Emma was at her mom's work's yearly summer picnic in a regional park, counting the hours until she'd see him. She was trying to relax and enjoy herself, it was a beautiful day and she liked most of the people from her mom's lab, they were laid back and friendly.

She was sitting at a picnic table talking to one of the new postdocs, he seemed like a nice enough guy, even if he was a bit self absorbed. He had been telling her about how important his work was at the lab, and had now moved on to how he ran cross country in college, regaling her of tales of grueling training sessions and difficult races. She was smiling politely and nodding occasionally. She wasn't really interested or impressed with his stories, in fact she was actually thinking that Sam must be at the airport in Colorado, about to board his plane, she was considering which panties she should wear tonight.

'Sam! What are you doing back so early?' exclaimed her mom.

Emma was jolted from her thoughts, and turned around to see Sam staring at her from a few hundred feet away. He looked away quickly and greeted their mom and dad. Emma didn't know if she should get up and say hello to him, she had totally lost all sense of what was and was not appropriate sister-like behavior. Not wanting to risk giving anything away to their parents she decided to stay where she was, with the postdoc talking at her.

After a few minutes Sam plopped down an enormous plate of food onto the table opposite her and seated himself beside the postdoc. His size and muscular build made the postdoc look like a weedy little adolescent, and Sam's casual black t-shirt, faded jeans and flip flops made the postdoc's button down shirt and Birkenstocks look absurdly nerdy.

'Hi Em,' he smiled at her. His short blonde hair was wet. God he looked good, his t-shirt hugged his muscular shoulders and was just tight enough for her to make out the tops of his pectorals. The sleeves extended half way down his tanned biceps, and she could see the muscles flexing in his sculpted forearms as he began to cut up the food on his plate.

She smiled back, 'Hi Sam, you're back early,' she had to struggle to keep her voice casual.

'Yeah, I got on an earlier flight. You going to introduce me to your friend?'

Shit, she couldn't remember the nerd's name, 'Um, yeah, he's a new postdoc working with Roland...'

'Derrick Ford, nice to meet you,' he offered his hand to Sam.

'Sam Watson, I'm Judy's son,' they shook hands.

'Oh, so you two are brother and sister then?' Derrick asked.

'Well yeah... we were raised as siblings, but obviously we're not,' Sam offered as way of explanation as he shoveled food into his mouth.

For some reason watching him eat was really turning her on, she could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he chewed, his big hands dwarfed the knife and fork he held. She couldn't help but think about what she wanted those hands to do to her. Her lips were tingling and she could feel the slippery wetness on her pussy lips. God she wanted this man so badly.

Derrick took off talking again, he was crapping on about how much effort he put into staying in good shape. Did he not realize that he was sitting beside a world-class athlete? This guy really thought highly of himself. To his credit, Sam kept his head down, eating.

'So Emma, I'd really like to go running with you some time,' said Derrick. 'I know some great trails up in the hills.'

Sam froze, his jaw clenched, his stony eyes stared at her through the silence.

Oh shit, she should have seen this coming, why did guys have to be such stupid idiots? She tried to let him down lightly, 'My training routine is really strict, I have to run with my team a lot. I'm sorry but I don't think I could fit in any extra workouts.'

'Well, how about we do something else? Dinner? Or I could take you out to a baseball game?'

She tried to brush him off again, 'I don't really think it's a good idea, with you working with my mom and all.'

'I don't work with your mom, I work with Roland, I don't see the problem,' he was insistent.

God, could this guy not take a hint? She'd have to give it to him straight, 'Look, thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested.'

He looked offended, obviously he thought pretty highly of himself and couldn't fathom why she didn't want to go out with him. He excused himself and left the table.

Sam was still staring at her, he hadn't moved a muscle. She looked at him, was he angry at her? He had such an intense look on his face. He looked down at his plate and continued eating.

She sighed, this wasn't how she had pictured welcoming him home. 'So how was your flight back?' she asked.

'Fine,' he said without looking up from his plate.

'Are you angry at me?'

'No,' he said through mouthfuls of food, again he didn't look up from his plate.

She didn't know what his problem was, but she wanted to clean up her pussy. She could feel her wet panties pressing against her thighs and was worried that someone might be able to smell her arousal. She was wearing a summer dress so there was nothing to stop the scent from carrying.

'I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute,' she told him.

The toilet building was a few hundred yards from the picnic site, near the parking lot. She was relieved to find it clean and well stocked, these sorts of public facilities were really hit or miss. She'd cleaned herself up and was washing her hands in the sink when she caught a shadowy reflection of a large man in the mirror. She gasped and spun around, it was Sam. He stood in the doorway, solid as a rock.

'Hey,' she said, relieved.

He was silent, staring at her intensely. Seconds ticked by and Emma felt her heart rate accelerate and the wetness return to her panties. He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into the disabled toilet stall, stepped in behind her and closed the door. He grabbed her from behind with one arm around her hips and the other one wrapped around her shoulders. His lips were beside her ear.

'Tell me Emma, are you mine?' his voice was low, he sounded dangerous.

When she didn't reply right away he squeezed her body to him roughly, she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back, 'Are you?'

She was breathing hard, 'Of course Sam, I'm all yours.' She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, intensifying her senses. His breath was hot on her neck and there was a dull pain where his fingers were digging into her arm and hip.

He released her hips but maintained his grip across her shoulders. His free hand hiked up the skirt of her dress and moved up her thigh, brushing over her aching mound on its way to her stomach, where he lingered, stroking her belly.

Her pussy was throbbing, aching to be touched. She willed his hand to roam lower, but didn't dare speak.

'Do you want me Emma?' He whispered in her ear.

'Yes,' it was more of a sigh than a word.

The hand on her belly slipped under her panties, she widened her stance to give him better access. She was trying to be as quiet as possible but she couldn't help a small moan when his fingers stroked over her clitoris on their way down towards her entrance. His fingers parted her lips and dove hungrily into her anxious pussy while his thumb stroked over her clit. Pleasure radiated from his fingers, but he didn't give her long to enjoy it.

He released her shoulders and pushed them forward so that she was leaning over, she grabbed on to the toilet cistern to steady herself. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, spreading her legs as he pushed her skirt up around her waist. She heard his zipper and tilted her hips to angle her pussy towards him.

There were a few agonizing moments, then he grabbed her hips roughly and plunged his cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. She gasped, the sudden invasion shocking her body, but he didn't give her time to adjust, he was already pumping her and he wasn't being gentle. His hard cock was pummeling her pussy, slamming into her delicate tissue. It hurt; a dull ache blossomed at the end of each of his strokes. She tilted her hips to change the angle his cock was hitting her at to ease the pain a little.

She was surprised by the way Sam was fucking her with such reckless abandon. He had been such a tender lover, so gentle and patient with her, always offering words of admiration and praise. There were no kind words for her now, no gentle kisses or loving caresses, just his raw desire, just his strong hands gripping her hips and pumping his hard cock in and out of her over and over again.

Emma was on the edge, the pain wiping all of the thoughts from her mind. He was hammering her pussy so hard, she'd never felt anything like it before. She considered asking him to stop, she knew he would, but something was stopping her. It hurt, but at the same time it was itching something deep inside her, something she didn't even know existed.

Her orgasm caught her by surprise; it was fast, violent and intense. She angled her hips back towards Sam so that his cock was hitting her hard in the front of her pussy as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She whimpered and gripped on to the toilet, trying to keep herself from crying out.

Her legs were shaking. She thought he would stop and let her recover, the way he had done in the past, but Sam kept on pumping her, if anything he was going faster and harder. Oh god, she was going to come again, her pussy was on fire, the pain and pleasure radiating from Sam's cock like a hot poker inside her. The contractions in her pussy jolted her body forward, but he held her tightly in place.

Her knees buckled, surely he would stop now. But Sam picked her up by her hips and continued hammering her. Her feet were off the ground, he was fucking her like a rag doll. She didn't know how much more she could take, her whole body was consumed in a weird mixture of pain and delight. He was ramming into her with such speed, she had no control over the angle of her hips and he was pumping her hard, right on her g-spot. Her third orgasm was intense, she felt like sparks were flying out of her nerve endings, pins and needles were dancing over her skin. Finally Sam came with her, grunting as he lengthened and slowed his strokes to inject his cum deep into her throbbing raw vagina.

He was panting hard. He reached an arm under her chest and lifted her upper body, pressing her against his chest so that he was supporting her entire weight. He turned around and sat on the toilet, with her on his lap.

He hugged her tightly, showering her neck and shoulder with kisses.

He whispered in her ear, 'Shh, baby it's over now, shh...'

She hadn't realized that she was crying.

He continued whispering in her ear, '...I'm sorry Em, that was too hard. I'm sorry...' He was rubbing her arms, trying to comfort her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. The pain in her pussy was subsiding to a dull ache.

Sam was still whispering to her, '...Emma, I love you baby. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was hurting you...'

She let out her breath and felt her pulse slowing, she was back in control. She turned to him, his arms loosening their grip to allow her to move. His face was a portrait of concern, his blue eyes searching hers for forgiveness, his brow raised slightly as if in question.

'It's okay Sammy,' she whispered back as she raised her hand to his face and kissed him. She felt the tension drain from his body as she kissed him, his muscles relaxed and he gently stroked her leg.

'Let me take you home Em, let me wash you and kiss you and love you properly,' he asked.

She nodded, she couldn't think of anything better.

He kissed her on the forehead and rested his head against hers for a moment.

He sighed, 'I'd better go and tell mom and dad we're leaving, they're probably wondering where we are.'

Emma stood carefully, her legs still felt weak, it was a good thing they were in the handicapped stall and there was a railing for her to support herself with. Sam moved around her and she sat back down on the toilet. She watched him pull on his underwear and jeans. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and gave them to her.