Summary: MC Samantha has a little surprise waiting for her boyfriend after a weekend apart.
Matt Rodriguez pushed open the doors to his mansion after full weekend of filming on location, glad to be back under his own roof.
‘Matt is that you?’ A woman’s voice rang out from the direction of the living room.
‘Hey Sam I’m back,’ he called back, shrugging off his jacket and shoes.
His girlfriend Samantha Evans immediately leapt up from the couch and ran to him, her bare feet pattering against the wood until she launched herself at him, enveloping him in a huge hug. As he wrapped his arms around her, Matt noted that she looked particularly adorable, clad in a floor length dressing gown, her blonde curls secured in a high bun and her thick, black rimmed reading glasses perched on her nose. He let out a hearty laugh before capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
Although they had only been apart for a few days, to him it had felt like forever. He’d never realised just how long 72 hours actually were until he had to spend them away from Sam, Matt mused as he peppered her pretty face with kisses.
‘I’m guessing you missed me then?’ Sam giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how much.’ He replied, setting her back on her feet with another kiss.
‘How was the shoot?’ she enquired, releasing him from her grip before leading him further into the house.
‘Mmm it was ok. Everything went as planned which is the best I could hope for,’ he replied as they settled onto the couch. ‘Although I did miss you cheering me on in between takes.’
Sam’s grin widened. ‘Is that all you missed?’ She asked teasingly and Matt felt warmth bloom in him as her words.
‘Well now that you mention it..’ he began huskily, pulling her onto his lap to face him. He trailed his lips dangerously close to hers, keeping only a hair’s breadth of distance between them. He was pleased to hear her breathing hitch as he opened his mouth to reply. ‘There was something else that I missed.’
‘Oh yeah?’ Her voice had lowered an octave and he pulled her body towards him, fully intending on having her begging for him in a few short moments.
Matt’s lips brushed on empty air and he opened his eyes to see that Samantha had somehow wriggled out of his grasp. He didn’t hesitate to let out a sigh of annoyance which only widened the cheeky grin on her face.
‘Well… now that you mention it I have been wanting to try something new..’ she trailed off, biting her lower lip, knowing full well the effect that had on him.
Matt sat up straighter now, the hungry look back in his eyes. ‘Oh yeah. What’s that?’
‘It’s a surprise,’ she answered seductively, wagging her eyebrows at him pulling him into one of the dining room chairs strategically positioned in the middle of the room. ‘Now close your eyes.’
Matt did as she instructed and he could hear her fiddling with something on his left and after a long moment, he couldn’t resist taking a quick peek but she was out of his line of vision.
‘Looks like you can’t play fair Rodriguez.’ Samantha drawled in his ear, noticing his movement and he could feel her hair tickling the side of his neck.
‘What are you gonna do about it Evans?’ He countered, intrigued at where this was going.
‘This.’
Matt felt something cool pass over his face and as it tightened around his head, he realised that she was using one of his expensive ties as a blindfold. Their sex life had been nothing short of amazing so far but if Samantha wanted to spice it up, he wasn’t gonna complain. He could practically feel the blood rushing to his lower half at the thought of what was to come.
Samantha was quiet for so long that he was starting to think she’d pranked him. He was just about to call her name when he heard the click of her heels against the wooden flooring. His imagination went wild at the sound and he felt himself tremble in anticipation.
A feathery kiss was pressed against his neck and he raised a hand up to draw her in closer but she’d evaded his grasp again and after a soft click, the opening notes to Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman spilled out of his sound system.
She placed a soft hand on his leg, stilling the nervous bouncing.
‘Now baby,’ she purred. ‘No touching until I say so okay?’
Matt usually would have put up more resistance but at this point his desire for her was driving him crazy and he nodded perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Samantha chuckled lowly from behind him and began to sing along with the pop star while she worked at the buttons of his shirt one by one.
Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
Cause it’s my business,
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open
‘Oh baby,’ he breathed heavily, feeling her hands slip under his collar, trailing agonizingly slow as she slipped off his shirt. Goosebumps appeared on his skin as she ran her fingers along his abs. She changed directions now, beginning an upward motion across the expanse of his chest and shoulders, her body sinking lower as she reached along the length of his arms.
‘Sam, you killing me,’ he choked out, voice strangled out with desire.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
He could practically feel the smugness rolling off her in waves.
‘I must be doing something right then,’ she replied not letting up. ‘What do you want Matt? Tell me.’
‘I want you,’ he groaned,
‘You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific than that babe.’ Samantha’s heels clicked against the floor as she came to stand in front of him.
‘I wanna see you. Please just let me touch you.’ Voicing the words out loud only seemed to make his need grow stronger. He could tell she enjoyed seeing him like this, aching for her so badly he could barely speak.
‘Hmm you have been good so I suppose a little touch is allowed.’
Somethin’ ’bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout
Samantha took his hand in hers, starting at her chest and trailing it downwards, rolling her body sexily as she did. He gasped as his fingers brushed at the lace material. Was.. was that a corset?
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing
I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, cause I’m a taker
Cause I’m a giver, it’s only naturaI live for danger
Being blindfolded, it seemed like all his other senses were heightened and she placed his other hand on her, this time allowing him to explore freely. She swayed her body seductively to the music as he did, her movements only fuelling the red hot need that bubbled inside him. As he made his way down, his fingers snagged on something around her swaying hips.
‘Jesus Samantha is that a garter belt too?’
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
Oh yeah
‘Mmhmm,’ she hummed as she straddled his lap, brushing herself teasingly against his growing member, straining against the confines of his pants. ‘Would you like to see?’
‘Fuck yes I would,’ Matt gasped, almost mad with desire. ‘Please baby, take this blindfold off.’
As her fingers deftly undid the knot behind his head, she kissed him long and hard and he eagerly returned her fervour with a moan, taking it as a sign to touch her freely now. His hands roamed her body as he pulled back to take in the sight of her, eyes widening immediately.
Somethin’ ’bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout you
The thick glasses and robe had been replaced by a black and red trimmed corset and panty set, the straps of the garter belt he’d felt dangled delicately over her stocking clad thighs. Samantha’s lips were painted dark red and her dark blue iris’ stood out, perfectly complemented by a black smokey eye. Her blonde hair that had tickled him earlier, was free from its tight bun and flowing over one shoulder.
To complete the look, on her feet were the pair of black metallic Louboutin’s he had bought her a few months ago, the embellishments winking at him in the dim light.
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside (somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout)
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside (somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout)
‘Samantha you’re-‘ Matt gasped out, his voice hitching as she grinded harder on his lap, causing his hips to buck involuntarily.
‘Cat got your tongue baby?’ His girlfriend asked seductively, knowing the effect she had on him. ‘Or should I say bunny?’
She glanced up at pair of bunny ears sat on her head, a sultry grin on her lips.
Matt swore lowly before grabbing her waist, pulling her towards him until there was no space between them and he was kissing her hungrily.
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout you
Somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout, somethin’ ’bout you
‘You’re so fucking hot.’ He growled, kissing his way down her neck to her collarbone. ‘God, the things that outfit makes me wanna do..’
His mouth moved to the sweet spot behind her ear, nipping it gently as she moaned slightly before pulling back to face him, her blue eyes dark with lust.
‘Then why don’t you?’
Matt needed no further encouragement, hooking his arms around Samantha’s legs and pinning her to the closest available surface, ready to make her pay for all the teasing she’d just done.