Disclaimer: Suffice it to say, I still don't own iCarly.
A/N: Here it is. The big thing. I tried to make it the hottest scene yet. Please, do let me know if I succeeded, as the epic thing coming... well, it'll be even better. Now if you'll excuse me, cold showers are in order.
Sam's lips are hot against my neck, my pulse throbbing hard under them. She lowers her naked body to mine, her skin hot against my bare flesh. I love feeling the length of her pressed up against me, our skin growing slick together. We just fit together so well, like two pieces of a puzzle. She moves her lips back to mine, kissing me hungrily while my hands trace slow circles on her back. Sam's hand moves to my breast, cupping it gently before taking the erect, pink nipple between two fingers and pinching lightly. I buck against her, moaning at the sensation of her skin sliding on mine. She grins at me, planting soft, wet kisses along my jawline before she flicks a thumb over the hard nub. My hands move in her hair, lost in the thick curls. She moves her head down, taking my other nipple into her mouth. She sucks lightly, grazing her teeth over it, and my hips jerk forward. My hands tighten in her hair and I throw my head back, feeling the pulse of pleasure emanating from my chest, as well as lower down. She bites down lightly, tugging and I moan, my breath growing unsteady. Her hand moves down, rubbing lightly over my pelvis, and I squirm against her, wanting that contact. She releases my nipple from her mouth, hand still rubbing slowly over the top of my pelvis, just brushing my core. Sam kisses me softly, our tongues touching tentatively.
"Mmmf," Sam pulls away, and I feel her skin grow goose-bumpy. She's got an odd, excited look on her face, and I can't help but wonder what's running through her head, even with my throbbing need distracting me. She hovers over me uncertainly, running a tongue over her lips. Her hand stops it's teasing and she pulls back further, resting between my spread legs, a hand on each of my knees. She bites her lip. "Carls... can I try something?"
I pull myself up a little to look at her, confused. "Sure Sam, of course." She nods, a determined look crossing her face. Sam moves over me again, her hands tracing their way along the insides of my thighs. She kisses me hard, tongue more forceful this time, before trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh. She moves down my chest, pausing to take my nipple into her mouth again, rolling her tongue over the hard bud. I close my eyes, feeling a thrill of renewed arousal from the sensation. Then her lips are moving down my stomach, tongue tracing hot, wet patterns on my shivering skin. Her hands are firm on the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. And her lips are still moving lower. I open my eyes, beginning to get an idea of what she plans to do, when suddenly her tongue brushes my clit, licking lightly. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel a surge of pleasure rush through me. I gasp, clenching the sheets tightly. She's flicking it lightly with her tongue, and it's making me jump every time she does.
"Ngh. Oh God... Sam! Oh.... fuck-" Sam starts sucking lightly on the over-sensitive nub, and I lose control, my body spasming as the hot burn starts to build inside me. I'm writhing against her, making noises that I never thought I could make, and the flame's growing in me, tickling up my spine. And Sam's tossing cans of gasoline on it. And all that's running through my head is the feeling of her mouth on me, tongue lapping at that part of me hungrily. My skin's growing hot and slick, loud moans coming uncontrollably from me. My thighs tremble from the intensity of the inferno raging inside me, and I'm arching my back off the bed, pushing myself into her. I buck and let out a loud cry as she thrusts two fingers inside me, sucking harder on my clit, and something like a sob is ripped from me when she starts moving hard and fast, increasing her attack with her tongue. I feel my stomach muscles tense, my breath stilling in my throat as I feel it build and start to topple. Sam feels me tighten and adds a third finger, and the penetration alone is enough to send me over. And it's like a silver thread pierces my brain, flashing white across my vision. I feel myself clenching tight around Sam's fingers, and I'm screaming her name, and it's like I've been swept under by this huge wave, the breath sucked out of me, and I'm spinning out of control, unable to see or hear, just tremble and jerk as the waves of pleasure wash over me. I'm panting loudly, my body slick with sweat, my thighs trembling.
Sam's looking at me, cleaning her fingers off with her pink tongue and I shudder, feeling a remnant of pleasure at the sight. She smiles and leans over me, breasts brushing my still sensitive body and kisses me softly, running her tongue along my bottom lip. I taste myself on her and pull her closer, melding our slippery bodies together and deepening the kiss, wanting to taste more of myself. She breaks the kiss, taking a shallow breath. She moves to my ear, "You taste good Cupcake." She whispers, licking my earlobe lightly. I feel myself throb strongly in response and snuggle into her as she moves off me, our bodies sliding together slickly. I prop myself up for a moment, reaching for the blanket as the air starts to cool the sweat on our bodies. I wonder vaguely when Spencer's getting home. I stop, freezing. Spencer. Literally. Outside my window, on the fire escape. My mouth drops open and I make a gurgling sound, a spike of adrenalin firing through me. How much had he seen? Judging by the chunks of hair in his clenched hands, more than enough. His face was frozen, shock and horror inscribed into it. Sam turned, feeling my body tense.
"Oh fuck."
I nod slightly, my eyes still wide and starting to water from not blinking. "Uh huh."
A/N: Ooooo, no I di'int. Now, this is a little like choose-your-own-adventure, except you won't die. Probably. By that, I mean tell me if you want to see Spencer confronting Carly about this, while Sam adds the occasional smartass comment. Or I can skip straight to the effect it has on their relationship. Basically, it means an extra chapter. So tell me... or I'll never update! *gasp*
...well... just be bitchier about updating. And call you names.
Another A/N: Talky thing, ain't I? Anywho, I don't think you realise how I much I love my reviews. If they were puppies I would hug them until they exploded. If you came up to me on the street and told me you reviewed, I would take you right there. With or without your consent. If they were candy, I'd eat them and then throw up so I could eat them again.
In short, I have an unhealthy reliance on reviews. So please, feed my addiction. Be an enabler. And yes, I did make this face ^o^
...it hurt, because faces aren't meant to go that way, but I did it. Many times.