I held my breath as very slowly, Freddie leaned toward me and gradually, our lips met. Four years ... it had been four LONG years since he had kissed me.
Immediately, my eyes drifted closed and I lost myself in the depth of that kiss.
It's as though I had been waiting forever for it. I drank from his lips like I had been dying of incredible thirst. In that moment, Freddie and his kiss was all I needed.
Kissing Freddie was absolutely amazing. I slid into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips crashed together, wild and hungry. The kiss was sort of like one of our fights, heated and passionate. His lips were warm and I loved his taste. I lightly licked his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. His lips parted and I gained entrance. As my tongue explored his mouth, his fingers tangled in my long blond curls.
I hung onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. I had longed for this kiss,
NEEDED it. Here I was Samantha Puckett, in the arms of a tech geek. But the truth was, there was no one else I'd rather kiss. Curse it, I had fallen in love with a nerd. How had that happened? It was a baffling mystery, but now undeniable. It didn't matter - he was the hottest dork I had ever known.
His lips broke from mine and I heard and felt his breath, rough and uneven against the curve of my shoulder. "Sam..." he murmured. There was something in his voice that scared me. It sounded like hesitation and there was no way in hell I'd allow him to get out of this now - this plan of action he had proposed to me. I would have my one night, even if I had to TAKE it from him.
"Freddie?" I murmured back, wondering what had made him so suddenly stop. What was he waiting for - when I needed him so damn much?
"I don't have any ... protection..." I heard him say softly and apologetically. He looked up from where his face had been pressed against my shoulder and in that second our gazes met and I was completely shocked by the stark desire and fierce longing I saw illuminating there. Freddie wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn't attempting to get out of this. He was just trying to think ahead so there wouldn't be consequences to our passionate rendezvous.
Looking into his eyes, I began caressing his cheek. Being overwhelmed by desire made my voice come out strangely soft and husky. "It's okay, Fredward.
I'm protected."
"Carls and I both went on the Pill just before coming to Seattle U. We didn't have boyfriends or anything, but to be on the safe side, we started taking birth control, just incase we did meet someone and if things happened. It can get out of control at parties and stuff so fast and neither one of us wanted a little bun in the oven."
Freddie's eyes searched mine. "You're sure it's okay?"
"Yeah, it's kewl," I promised him. "Now come here, nub. I need you and I won't let you stop."
"Good, Sam ... cuz I don't want to stop," he spoke and those words caused delicious flutters inside my tummy.
Suddenly we began undressing each other, quickly and wordlessly. I was faster at taking off his clothes. I had his shirt off. Then I unzipped his jeans and began tugging them down his legs. Meanwhile, he pulled my penny tee over my head. He tossed it aside and it fell on the floor to join his clothes. He pushed me back against the soft coverlet of the bed, undoing my pants and tugging them down and off. I sucked in my breath because now I was in nothing more than my dark-blue bra and a pair of matching panties. Panties. For years I hadn't worn them, preferring woman's boxers shorts in which I found to be more comfortable. But I could tell by Freddie's ravenous expression that he really loved the sight of me in them.
"Damn, you look so hot," I heard him groan, sliding himself closer on the bed and kissing my neck. He lightly bit the skin, then he'd softly lick the spot he had nipped. I shivered as I really liked his teeth and tongue upon my skin.
I was caressing his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. I used my nails to lightly graze his flesh and I felt him shiver. "God, Sam ...
you are driving me absolutely out of my mind," he rasped. I slid my hand lower, toward my goal. I wanted to touch him and caress him ... everywhere.
The fabric of his boxers kept getting in the way, as though they were attempting to deter my roaming hand.
"Freddie, I need -." And my voice trailed off as in that moment, my hand had made its first contact with the hard steel of his arousal. He made a rough sound of passion against my neck as I grasped him while marveling at his size and the velvet of his flesh.
He seemed dazed at first as I was stroking him, but quickly recovered. He unsnapped my bra then tossed it aside. A soft scream floated from my throat as I felt his hot mouth upon my breasts. From that point on, everything went from hot and passionate, to almost wild and frantic. He kissed and tasted my breasts, gently biting at my nipples. I screamed his name, my hand still grasping his erection. I was so wet that the crotch of my panties was bathed with my juices. Never, even in my wildest dreams, had I ever been this excited.
"Freddie," I cried out, taking his hand and pressing it to the moist fabric clinging to my center. "Please..."
His eyes locked to mine for a second as he caressed me through the thin fabric,
making me gasp with growing desire. Then wordlessly, he peeled the panties off me, throwing them aside. "I'm sorry, I want this to go on forever ... but I want you so fucking much," I heard him growl. "And I don't think I can wait."
"Don't wait. I want you now," I said with just as much urgency. Before he could say another word, I climbed atop him, straddling him. He appeared surprised and breathless as I settled myself over him.
"Sam, what are you-?" he murmured, but then his eyes widened, feeling me move into postition, aligning our bodies. "Ohhhh God..."
I guided the head of his shaft to my opening and with a downward thrust of my hips, I began to impale myself onto Freddie. "Ohhh Sam... so tight," he cried out. He sounded as though he were in pain. He reached up, grasping my hips to steady me as I bit my lower lip.
He had just barely entered and it WAS an incredibly tight fit. I was determined though and not about to stop. I pressed my hands against that muscular chest of his, lowering myself onto his shaft in a quick downward thrust. He groaned and I screamed. He was inside me all the way and the entry burned like fire.
I didn't move then, lost in the wonderment of fullness and the distinct sensation of his shaft throbbing deep inside me. I didn't realize it, but I had stopped breathing the moment we had joined. His soft touch upon my cheek brought me back and I sucked in some air, gazing into those miraculous dark brown eyes of his.
"Sam, are you allright?" he whispered in concern.
I nodded, not trusting my voice at this point. "Relax...Breathe..." he spoke soothingly, his gaze settled on me with utmost tenderness. After a few moments, the initial discomfort had faded. Not completely, but the passion was returning full-force. I didn't want to be still a moment longer. Having him inside me so deeply, throbbing wildly was driving me mad.
"Freddie, I need..." I moaned. "I need you soooo badly." After that, the passion between us was explosive as I went completely went wild.
Freddie :::
Sam was like a wild blond-headed demon in bed. She scratched my chest, she bit my shoulder,
and she moved atop of me as though she could not get enough. At first I thought I had really hurt her as she looked so small and vulnerable in that moment we had joined ... but she quickly recovered. We moved together urgently, rocking the bed. I held onto her hips tightly, totally lost in all the sensations bombarding me.
Her long blond hair brushed against my chest as our bodies moved together. I felt as though she were taking me. Completely marking me and making me hers.
Even my most erotic fantasies had never been quite this hot. Having Sam in the flesh and blood was everything I had dreamed of and more.
"Sam, ohhhhh God..." I cried out, feeling her movements against me becoming almost frantic in their urgency. I surged up to met her downward thrusts, but suddenly it wasn't enough. She had mastered control of our passion-play thus far and now it was my turn.
I held onto her tightly and rolled the both of us over, until I came out on top.
I ceased all movement for a moment, gazing down in those stormy blue eyes of hers. "Now I'm taking you," I said before my lips met hers in a passionate kiss. My tongue slid into her mouth in that same moment I began to thrust deep and hard inside of her. Harder. Faster. Our bodies moving in passionate rhythm. I wasn't going to last much longer, already I was fighting orgasm,
wanting Sam to reach her peak before I came to mine.
Suddenly she let out a ecstatic scream. As her inner muscles clenched up on me,
I felt my own climax building. She called out my name as her juices coated my thrusting cock. Knowing I had brought her to this state, I followed, exploding deep inside her. Her legs were locked around me tight and I could not move. Nor did I want to as I collapsed on top of her, struggling to regain my breath.
Both of us were breathing erratically and her body felt so delicate under mine. I began to fear I was crushing her. "Sam," I whispered softly. "Are you okay?"
I looked into her eyes and raised myself up carefully, but made no motion to disengage from her tight warmth.
"I think so," she said in a soft voice, looking back into my eyes. "That was..."
"Nice," I finished for her.
"Yes, good work," she said as a small smile came to her face. It was as though she were trying to suppress a giggle.
"What's that look for?" I demanded.
"You were very good at it, you dork," she said with a smirk. "Now will you get off of me? You're crushing me..."
"Uhhh... sorry," I said, swiftly rolling over and laying next to her on the pillows.
I was still gazing at her, playing with a few strands of her hair. Her curls were twining around my fingers. "You were very good at it, too, Sam," I told her. "The best."
"Ohhh be quiet, you've never been with anyone else."
"Yes, but I am glad it was you. I wouldn't want my first time to be with anyone else."
She looked very small and beautiful as she lay next to me and for a second I thought she might cry. But not Sam. I had known her for years and tears just weren't her thing.
"I'm glad it was you, too," I heard her murmur.
She looked as though she was struggling with something as she spoke the next words. "In the morning...?"
Her voice trailed off, as though she were asking a question. It was in that instant that I remembered those conditions we had spoke of before coming to this arrangement.
"In the morning, we go back to hating each other... the fights, the name-calling, nothing changes," I answered.
"And we never speak of 'this' again," she whispered back.
I nodded, taking my arms and wrapping them around her. I pulled her in close to my chest and she did not protest. She seemed to settle there, strangely quiet and content. "In the morning then..." she spoke with a small yawn, resting her blond head against the beating of my heart.
I pressed a soft kiss atop her head. "Go to sleep, Princess Puckett," I encouraged. Holding her like this, having just made passionate love, I was delightfully exhausted.
"Good night, Sexy Fredward," was her reply before she settled down in my embrace and went to sleep.
I just lay there holding her, listening to the soft sound of her breathing. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I found great pleasure in gazing at her. I didn't even think of the repercussions we'd face tomorrow. My thoughts were entirely on the here ... and the now.