Chapter seven
Sam could tell he was still having doubts. She weaved her fingers through his and breathed a sigh of relief when he gave her fingers a squeeze in return. When he looked up, she was shocked to see tears pooling in his bottom lids. Sam got up on her knees and crawled over between his bent knees. Then she wrapped both arms around his neck and hugged his head to her chest.
"I've always trusted Santa to do his best, Jack, and I'm not going to give up on him now. I want you to finish what you started. Make love to me."
"But Sam, I…."
"Shhhh! No more excuses! You're already my first. Now I want you to be my last and always." She kissed his head, and when he tilted his face up, she kissed away his tears.
"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly. She was so close, and he wanted her so much. But would he end up hurting her, or was this exactly where he was supposed to be?
"I'm very sure. Jack, I'm a woman now, not that innocent child, and I know my own mind. And besides, I think it was my destiny to find you again and to fall in love with you."
"Yah think?"
"I do," she assured him, nodding.
"Then I guess Santa shouldn't disappoint you again, or you'll stop believing in him."
"Damned straight!" Sam swore with a chuckle.
Giving her a huge grin, he pulled his sweater over his head. Then he began to pull his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it first. Sam tried to help, but gave up as he ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere. She squealed as Jack push her sideways, and he fell with her onto the sleeping bag. Now he was bare-chested, and Sam couldn't resist sucking a brown button nipple into her mouth, while her hands bravely sought the snap at the waistband of his jeans. All the while Jack's hands were caressing her body, up under the sweater, over her cotton bra and down across her narrow waist to her hips and ass. Her skin felt smoother than smooth and so warm that he wished he could crawl inside her and never come out.
Impatiently he shoved the sweater and bra up under her arms and latched his lips around her pert, pink nipple, sucking it until she squealed once again. Her cry drove him wild, and in an instant the offending sweater and bra were removed and thrown to the floor, while Sam reached her hand down inside his jeans.
Jack swallowed hard when he felt her touch him. He knew he wasn't hard any longer, his earlier upset having scared his erection away.
"Sorry, I'm not quite ready," he admitted, embarrassed. To his surprise, Sam scooted down in the sleeping bag and positioned her face right in front of his cock. Then without a word she gripped the base snugly in one hand, while she sucked the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and over it. She had seen women doing this in a movie once, and she hoped she was doing it correctly and that he would like it.
"Oh, honey! Oh, baby, that feels fantastic!" he cried out, putting his hands on her head. He didn't push, but just guided her to where he wanted her to be. When he pushed down, she moved down, and when he hooked a finger under her chin and pulled up, she moved up his shaft. Soon Jack's hips were rocking up and down, and he was fucking her mouth as though it was the sweetest pussy he'd ever had, which by his estimation it was. But suddenly he stopped moving, as he realized that this was not the way he wanted to come their first time together.
"Sam, honey, stop," he begged softly. At first Sam didn't hear him, and so he asked again, his voice choked as he tried to maintain his self-control. "Sam, honey, please stop!" he pleaded breathlessly.
She had never done this before, and at first the task seemed monumental, but by now she was really getting into it and wanted to continue. So why was he asking her to stop? Was she doing something wrong? She let his swollen member slip out of her mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of her pink lips, and looked up at him.
"Not like this. I want to be inside you our first time," he explained. Sam smiled at him as she crawled up his body, and then she turned around so that her back was to him. "Sam, sweetheart, what are you doing?"
"I liked the way it felt when you came at me from behind me. It was as though you were taking me without my knowledge or my permission," she said almost shyly. Jack chucked. So this innocent girl had wicked thoughts? Good for her!
"Okay, then lift that leg and give me some room to work," he laughed, and then he was scooting up behind her and sliding into her heat, enjoying that familiar yet new feeling of Sam's tight pussy as it clinched his dick. And once again he felt like losing control. But somehow he managed to hold on for a while longer, thrusting into her tender flesh with his aching, rock-hard cock until both of them were perspiring and breathing hard from exertion. Knowing he was just seconds away from his climax, he reached down between her thighs and began swirling his finger around and around her clit. She moaned and writhed in his arms, grinding herself on his cock. And the instant his middle finger pressed down hard on her clitoris, Sam fell apart in his arms, and Jack let himself go.
Afterward, they lay spooned up together inside the sleeping bag, enjoying their newly-acknowledged love.
"So you think it was destiny that brought us together again?" he asked. He'd never been much for that sort of thing, but then nothing like this had ever happened to him before.
"Of course! What else could explain it?" She settled down in his arms and went to sleep, while Jack pondered life and how much better it was going to be, now that he had found his destiny.
THE END
