"Got you," Sam said with a mischievous smile when she grabbed Miguel's hand with one of her own, while her other hand sneaked its way to his neck, holding him in place and successfully blocking his movements.
It didn't take long for young LaRusso to overpower her ex-boyfriend after he jokingly challenged her to fight 'the champ'. Her advantage didn't last long though, because Miguel smoothly slipped out of her grip and pulled her body flush against his own, "Got you."
Their wide grins slowly faded away as they locked eyes with each other. Miguel briefly looked down at Samantha's slightly parted lips and damn, they looked so soft and tempting. He gulped remembering how a similar situation ended few months prior and it wasn't a good memory.
But it was different. There was no one who could be standing in the window watching them. And if there was, then Miguel and Sam were the least lucky kids in the valley. He held the gaze of a girl in his arms and slowly leaned in, closing the distance between their faces, sealing their lips in a soft kiss.
Sam was a bit surprised with Miguel's action, but after a moment she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, letting out a quiet moan. What started as a playful karate sparring, quickly transformed into a make out session, but Sam would never complain, and she knew Miguel wouldn't either.
She turned to her left side, so she was facing him and put her arms around his neck, as their kissing became more heated, and soon she felt Miguel's hand sliding to her hip and further down to her butt as he grabbed it to pull her body closer.
"Sam…" he breathed out, breaking the kiss for a moment, "I need you," he said capturing her lips with his own once again and lifting the lower part of her dress to give her ass a firm squeeze. She tasted like strawberries, just like he remembered, and her bottom was even softer than the last time he touched it.
Samantha groaned in response and smiled into their kiss. She missed how his lips tasted when they touched hers and she missed the touch of his hands caressing her body as if she were a treasure, his treasure. Miguel's touch has always been firm, but now he was a bit rougher and more possessive, but she really liked it. Maybe the time he spent with Tory would have its uses after all.
She was so focused on her inner thoughts and tongue exploring her mouth, that she didn't notice when Miguel guided her backwards to the same wooden deck they were sitting on and drinking sodas few minutes earlier. Before her thighs could make a contact with the platform, Miguel grabbed her ass and lifted her up, to sit her on the deck.
Sam squealed and giggled in surprise, but at the same time she wanted to scold him for straining his back so soon after was able to walk again. Instead, she tugged at his shirt and pulled him in between her legs, circling his hips with her own calves, to keep him close.
"You're so impatient?" she asked with a teasing smirk.
"I've been waiting for this for months, Sam," Miguel replied and bucked his pelvis forward, at the same time sliding his tongue against her earlobe, causing her body to shudder, and let out a loud moan.
They continued to grind against each other, heads roaming all over their bodies and tongues wrestling inside their mouths for a few next minutes. At one point Miguel slid his palms under Samantha's jacket and he kept them on her small breasts, palming them through the fabrics of her dress and bra, feeling how her nipples got harder every time his thumbs pressed against them.
Sam didn't want to be the only one teased though and while one of her hands was keeping Miguel's head in place and right angle for their kiss, other one found its way inside his pants where she was stroking him, at the same time feeling how her own panties were getting damper with every passing second.
Eventually, Miguel grew impatient of their teasing game and turned his body, sitting on the wooden deck himself, at the same time pulling Sam on top of his lap. Both of them gasped feeling the heat radiating from their bodies as they finally touched, and Sam automatically started grinding her soaking pussy against his hardness.
"I want you inside, now," she whimpered between sloppy kisses they were exchanging, her hips pressing down against a hard cock in search for some friction.
"I want to be inside of you too," Miguel's hands went to her ass again, pressing her even firmer against himself.
"Good thing we agree on this then," she was already unbuckling his belt and raising her hips to let Miguel slid his pants down enough for them to be comfortable.
Sam chuckled in her mind; they were acting like teenagers in some rom-coms who use every moment when parents aren't home to fuck. Without finding some comfortable place or even taking off their clothes. But there was something really exciting about that and it made her feel the tingling inside her belly. Thank God no one decided to visit Miyagi-Do that night.
Once Miguel's pants were around his knees, Sam didn't waste any more time to take off her panties. She pulled them to the side and grabbing his cock with her hand, she lined it up with her pussy as Miguel's hands pushed her hips down.
"Oh my God," she moaned as she felt him sliding into her warm and wet slit, her inner muscles contracting around the intruding hardness by instinct and making Miguel moan right after her.
His grip on her hips tightened and soon she felt herself being slightly lifted up and brought back down as Miguel began guiding their love-making movements. She didn't protest and after encircling his neck with her arms, she helped him moving her hips up and down on his length, letting out quiet moans and whimpers right next to his ear every time he filled her up.
Soon, their movements got faster and more passionate as Sam began riding hard dick underneath her asking Miguel to go "faster" and "deeper". Miguel happily obliged thrusting his hips upwards every time he brought her hips down with enough force, to make her smaller body bounce on his hips. He could feel she's getting closer and closer to her release, and he also knew he wasn't far from it himself. So, when he didn't have to guide her anymore as she was moving by herself with pace that pleased him, he moved his hand to rub her clit.
Sam was completely lost in the pleasure she was experiencing and when she felt additional fingers on her swollen bundle of nerves, her quivering thighs tightened against Miguel's ones and she started grinding her hips back and forward on his lap, with his cock feeling her completely.
It didn't take long for Sam to reach her orgasm and when Miguel didn't stop his ministrations, pushing her further and further with his fingers rubbing and hips thrusting into her at a steady pace, one orgasm was soon followed by another, this time a lot stronger that made her bite down on her lover's shoulder in order to keep her scream in. That was also too much for Miguel who, not able to hold himself back, grunted loudly as his cock twitched, releasing spurts of semen inside Sam's spasming pussy.
They took a few moments to catch their breath, continuing to slowly grind against each other and when their post-climax bliss eventually passed, Sam slowly slid off of Miguel's lap to sit next to him, her legs still quivering and pussy dripping with the mixture of her own juice and semen.
"Wow, that was something," she chuckled loudly, looking ahead of her.
"Yeah… If that's how you celebrate saving the tournament, I hope we have to save it every year."
"Well, it's still early, my dad won't come here until tomorrow morning, and you haven't seen the inside of our dojo yet," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, biting her lower lip, "Come on, 'champ'."
She jumped on her still shaky legs and grabbed Miguel's hand, dragging him after her in the direction of Mr. Miyagi's house.