The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door-

A warning, this is the first time I have ever written anything like this so please don't be too harsh with your criticism. Also, it is rated R for a reason. You've been warned.

Prologue:

The dream was surreal. Every scent, every touch, every sight felt as though she were experiencing it firsthand. Samara tossed and turned on her bed, tangling the blankets around her legs. Sweat beaded on her forehead as the feather light touch skipped over the mounds of her aching breasts, becoming firmer, pressing harder on the expanse of her stomach.

The hands paused at her navel, teasingly tugging at the belly ring there before moving lower, skipping over where she needed their touch the most, sliding down her bare legs to the tips of her toes. Her own hands clenched in the sheets beneath her, knuckles going white as her nails ripped through the silk fabric.

“Please,” The hoarse cry fell unbidden and unheard from her parted lips as her breathing accelerated. Finger tips skimmed back up her legs, slowly. A light kiss was pressed directly beneath her belly button and the hands pulled her thighs apart. A hot puff of air blew across her core and her hips arched closer pleadingly.

“How much do you want it?” Dark, forest green eyes glowed up at her when she glanced down the length of her own body. A moan whispered past her lips, hips arching again as she strained to get closer to the heaven she knew would come from his touch. “Hmm? I don't think I heard.” His tongue peaked out, licking slowly, sensually across his lips as his eyes strayed to her core once again. “Come on, Samara. Tell me what you want, baby. Its that simple.”

Her head tossed against the pillows, struggling to keep the words he wanted to hear from spilling past her lips. It was perverted! But she knew he would never let her reach the pinnacle without them. “Please-” A strangled scream tore from from her throat when his tongue finally, blessedly licked up her slit to the little bundle of nerves that pulsed, throbbed for his attention.

“Please, what?” His tongue swept through her feminine juices once more and she nearly came when he growled into her most intimate flesh. So close-so, so close. “Say it.” His teeth clenched tightly around her clit, sending a pleasure bordering on pain racing up her spine. “Say it.” The golden flecks in his eyes darkened, spreading throughout his irises until the green was entirely gone.

“Fuck me!” She tried to scream the words at him but they barely came out as more than a hoarse whisper. Her hands unclenched from the blankets and she reached for him as he rose to his knees between her thighs. “Oh God, Colton please.” Her arms twined around his neck, lips meeting his in a kiss that seared her clear to the bone.

Lips and tongue met in a battle for dominance and she was so desperate for the taste of him on her tongue that she barely felt the head of his erection pressing against her entrance. Her mind barely registered anything more than the fact that she was finally in his arms where she'd longed to be for three months.

A loud knock momentarily broke through the haze of her pleasure but it was long forgotten when she screamed into his kiss as he thrust into-

“Samara! Samara, honey, open the door! Mara, if you don't answer this door right now-” Sluggishly, sleepily Samara pulled herself from her bed towards the sound of his shouting and banging on  the door of her apartment

Why did he always interrupt her dreams when she finally, finally got to the good part?

Like I said this is the first time I've ever tried to write anything like this, so please don't be too harsh but I would really like to know what you think.