Why does it have to be so cold- Grace

It was a freezing night, but I was temporarily unnerved by it because I knew we were safe in my warm house, warm room, and warm bed. Around eleven, I put my textbooks away after finishing my homework and realized that Sam was no longer next to me reading his novel.

I looked up to find him staring away at the window only with a closer glance I also saw that his eyes were closed. Curious, I stepped out of the bed, only to gasp silently when my bare feet hit the cold wood floor. I continued to slowly walk towards Sam, trying to be silent as to not disturb his thought train.

When I was no more than 10 inches distance, I put a wary hand on his shoulder. His eyes stayed shut a moment longer before he whispered, "They're loud tonight." So he was listening, of course I couldn't hear much, but he heard everything from the rusting of foliage to their tedious howls. I knew it was torture for him so I gently pulled at his shoulder.

"Come to bed, Sam" He sighed and turned his head to me, his eyes seemed...different. Almost more beautiful. They had a gold spiral around his dark pupil and a brilliant emerald that shown from behind. I caught myself staring but didn't bother stopping. He smiled at me, a genuine, happy smile. I sat down with him on the bench below the window.

Everything was moonlit, beautiful.

"I've been thinking a lot, not just about the wolves. But mostly… about you."

My heart fluttered and he corners of my lips turned. He continued, "I've been thinking about how… weird it is that I loved you before I even know what love was, and how you felt the same. And I know for a fact that I have those same feelings for you, right now. And if that same love lasted for all those years, through rough times and rougher times, it'll last forever."

"I already knew that." I gave him a cheeky smile and nudged him in the shoulder; he smiled. "Come on" I pulled him up off the bench and towards the edge of our bed. Sam sat down and pulled me on to his lap. We were nose-to-nose, forehead-to-forehead. "I love you," he whispered to me. "I know, because I love you too."

Sam lifted his chin up so his lips could press delicately but firmly against mine. His kisses were amazing; they were always not too wet or dry but just enough to stick our lips together. I opened my lips and our breath mingled. He moaned into my mouth and the vibrations sent a shiver down my spine.

He ran his tongue along the ridge of my bottom lip and buried his strong hands in my bed hair. He gently massaged my scalp while his silky tongue ventured into my mouth, I inwardly moaned and elicited a deep throaty groan from Sam. He moved one hand from my hair and traveled it down my neck and pulled my closer. He continued to move it down to the small of my back and pushed my impossibly close to him. I ground my hips into his and he responded with a breath hitch. I could feel his desire growing steadily on my thigh, and I dragged my nails down the back of his neck and rested my palms flat against his chest.

He began to grind back against me and we moaned together. Sam kissed me harder and more passionately. He slid his hand from my lower back to my hip and down to my bum. He moaned again and ground a little harder. Sam gently squeezed and kneaded my flesh down there. I moaned in his mouth and dragged my nails down his chest and played with the hem of his long-sleeved shirt. I tugged at it and he pulled back from me and looked into my eyes deeply. I pulled the shirt off and my I saw his eyes again, they were different. His pupils were dilated several sizes and they looked almost feral.

I placed hot kisses down his neck and shoulder, and he fingered the hem of my own tank top and he brought it up past my head and threw it to some corner of the room I couldn't care less about. He looked at my bare chest for a few seconds before he look back up to my face. Sam was breathing hard and deep when he looked into my eyes. His serious face disappeared and a big toothy smile too its place, I joined him and we smiled into each other's eyes. He buried his head into my shoulder and kissed the hot skin there too.

I placed both palms on his chest and pushed him back on the bed. He went back to hotly making out with my lips and placed his hands on each bum cheek. He rubbed our bottom halves together and we groaned in pleasure. I'd never felt anything this good before and I was still in my panties and he his boxer briefs. I could really feel how turned on he was and he was having the same affect on me.

I felt my stomach tightening and I saw his muscles flex and relax as well as his jaw. Before either of us came, he flipped us over and pulled my panties down to my knees, from there I just kicked them off. He kissed me from my face, down my neck, through the groove between my breasts, down my stomach and looked up at me when he hit my navel. I'm sure I looked blissful so he continued down to forbidden territory. He rubbed his strong hands up and down my thighs and brought him mouth into to kiss the only place on my body he'd only kissed once before.

Sam kissed and licked all around the sensitive skin until one specific tongue stroke had me falling over a cliff. I'm sure I moaned loud enough to wake Cole, but I doubt he was even home this early. He climbed back up to meet my mouth with his and I could still taste myself on his tongue. It only turned me on more. I groaned in his mouth and he responded with a throat-vibrating growl. His needy hand slid up my body and landed roughly on my boob, I moaned again.

I blindly swung my hand through the crevice of space between our sweaty bodies and finally landed on the elastic of his black boxer briefs. I tugged them down until my hand couldn't reach any longer and he got the idea that I wanted him naked with me. He shrugged them off with his feet and pushed his hot body on mine, crushing me with his weight in the sexiest way. I'd only seen his privates once and I was so embarrassed by it, but now I knew that I didn't need to look at it, I knew by feeling him, his size. I hooked my leg around his hip and he grew impossibly harder against my inner thigh.

I was on the pill about three months now and he knew it so he didn't bother with a condom, he just positioned himself and looked at me with love, desire and question. I nodded softly up at him and he pushed into me gently enough that I felt only pleasure and not at all uncomfortable. I haven't been a virgin since that night after the candy shop and we've done it a few times after that, but Sam hit a depression when a really cold front hit unexpectedly and whatever remaining family he had retired into the woods for good. We hadn't done anything at all risky or romantic in about a month and we were both inwardly itching for this sort of physical contact.

He pushed in slowly and gently until he was all the way inside of me. I hooked my arms under his and my hands held on to his white marble shoulders. He stirred inside me a little to get a feel before he groaned and I dung my nails into his skin. He pulled out before pushing himself in again. He did this several times and then he began to pick up the pace. I could see his bum clench and unclench out of the corner of my eyes and the sweat forming on his face and chest. All I could hear was our collective deep breathes and moans of pleasure.

At a point it was too much to the point where I bit down on his shoulder hard enough that it broke skin. After I came down from my high, I apologized softly but he just seemed more aroused. He never failed to fully satisfy my needs before getting off himself, even if it meant holding onto his climax for dear life until I had let go completely. Sometimes he would get me to come several times before he even came close but those were usually the carefree crazy nights we had occasionally, but this was not one of those nights. This emotionally felt like I was giving myself to him for the first time all over again.

I could feel his torso convulsing and I knew he was close, as was I for the forth time that night; he'd yet to have one. I whispered, "I love you." to him as his head drunkenly moved around and his eyes glued shut. He looked down at me with semi opened eyes and kissed my deeply, "God only knows how much I love you, Grace." With that he couldn't hold it any longer and his eyes rested shut and his jaw slackened forming a blissful expression on his lips.

I untangled my arms from his and ran then up the side of his face and through his messy black hair. He rolled off of me and rested into my side. I turned to face him and he smiled lovingly at me and placed a soft, chaste kiss to my lips. I looked at him and bit my bottom lip softly. His thumb reached to my face and gently pulled my lip free. I moved closer and snuggled into his bare chest, fingering the little hairs he had between his pecs. He finger combed my hair until I feel asleep and I knew that that was that most comfortable silence, and that I had one of the best nights of my life. I still couldn't feel my legs.