Rated: M

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just like writing about them

Stay By Me Pt. II

"And I don't care if there is no tomorrow
When I could die here in your arms
Even if the stars have made us blind
We're blind, we're blind
So blind in love"
--Annie Lennox

Jason sat on the edge of the bed and watched Sam as she walked around the dim room lighting candles. Some on top of the dresser against the opposite wall, on the small table that sat in front of a huge bay window whose curtains were open to let in the night, and finally on the bedside stand. Gradually a soft exotic scent filled the air, cast shadows on the walls and mixed with that beautiful hint of woman that currently had his heart galloping in his chest.

After practically declaring his intentions to her, Sam had placed her finger to his mouth, then her gentle lips in a kiss so sweet that it made him dizzy. When she pulled away, she reached down and took his hand in hers and led him upstairs to this bedroom, her bedroom, and walked him to the edge of her huge canopied bed and pushed him down.

Silently, she reached down, unfastened his boots, slipped them and his socks from his feet and set them beside the bed. Those eyes glanced up at him from that position, something vulnerable and seductive in their warm amber depths and he felt his cock begin to stir in his pants.

He lengthened and filled with heat as his mind flashed sharply to her kneeling before him to take her in his mouth. The thought of her sultry mouth sliding down, covering him with the slick moisture of her mouth, her pink tongue teasing against his skin had been a jolt of the unexpected. He had to clench his jaw to prevent the groan of anticipation from slipping free.

Sitting completely still, he allowed her to push the jacket from his arms and lay it on the trunk that sat across from the bed. She came back to him, those nimble fingers reaching for the edge of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She didn't take as much care with it, simply tossed it on the floor beside the bed as if she couldn't wait to touch him.

And she had, driving him insane with the slow trail of fingers across his chest, brushing across his nipples, then his stomach and he had reached up to grip her waist but she shook her head. A smile so perfectly sexy curved her lips as placed them back onto the bed beside him.

Before he could protest she rose to turn off the light and began lighting those candles that were currently filing his head like some aromatic aphrodisiac. Then she walked to the stereo that sat on a bookstand, and pulled out a CD placing it inside and music soft and erotic filled the room.

"Stay by me
And make the moment last
Please take these lips
Even if I have been kissed
A million times."

And never had truer words been spoken. She was a siren calling him home and his blood pounded with the urgency to take them both there. So truly beautiful, rich dark hair falling around her shoulders like the deepest chocolate, her mouth still slightly swollen from the heated kisses they shared downstairs, a rich blush that made him want to taste even more. His eyes leisurely traveled down her curvy body, noting for the first time her simple peasant dress in a soft mauve flowing around her ankles like a whisper.

He held a hand out to her, and she sauntered forward, every sensual swish of her hips holding his gaze captive. She was grace personified. She was everything a woman should be from that lovely face, to that lush body, to the heart that she was offering him that was fierce and tender.

She placed her small hand within his, such a vivid contrast, those slender fingers but he knew that she had more strength in that hand than any woman he had ever known.

"Sam," he whispered.

"Jason."

Carefully, she straddled him, lifting her skirts up so that her bare legs sat on his lap. Heat poured through the denim on his legs. Her heat. He tilted his head back to drown in her eyes and she smiled again, brushing those fingers along the sides of his face, as if she were memorizing him.

The length of his jaw line, the span of his forehead, the bridge of his nose and finally across his mouth. Unable to resist, he pressed a kiss to that finger, sucked it into his mouth and heard her catch of breath, the quick flare of fervor in her eyes as he swirled his tongue then allowed her to slip free from his mouth.

A shaky breath poured from her pursed lips, even as she was lowering her head. Their mouths met, more caress than kiss as she pulled away to adjust the angle, nipping at his lips again and again, tantalizing him with just a suckle and a lap of her tongue. He gripped her waist, clenching tight at the offending material that kept him from her silken skin. Yet he allowed her to remain in control, to take his mouth in those light brushes that were all sensation only to make him pant for more.

"I need you," he murmured against her mouth, ready to beg her to take his mouth, to kiss him with the depth he craved. He wanted to devour her, to feel the slide of her tongue mating with his own and if she wanted him aching and supplicant, then he would bow at her feet and give himself to her in anyway she wanted. "Kiss me Sam."

And finally she granted him respite.

Her fingers slipped into his hair, grazing against his scalp making him groan with pleasure as she took him deep. There was no way he could resist touching her. Something feral awakened inside him, hungry and demanding satisfaction. His hands slid under her dress, savoring the length of legs clutching at him to cup that supple ass in his hands.

Desire shivered violently through him as he slid his fingers down feeling only that thin strap of material against his skin. His tongue explored the depths of her mouth and when she quivered in his arms, when her fingers tightened in his hair, he drank in the sweetness of her pleasure.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed down the length of her neck, thrilling at the racing pulse beneath his lips, swirled his tongue around that humming vein and nipped it with his teeth making her gasp and squirm closer to his erection. When he closed his mouth over her skin, sucking gently her breathy moan filled his head. Her slender shoulders heaved slightly as her body unconsciously undulated against him seeking release.

Harried, his trembling fingers unbuttoned the four small buttons of her dress, sliding the material off her shoulders to pool in her lap. He leaned back, taking in her full breasts straining from the lacy cups, traced a finger down the valley between and licked his lips eagerly. She was so fucking beautiful, just so beautiful. Her back arched, inviting him to take her in his mouth, that hair sliding across her skin and the bite of her nails into his shoulders that urged him to taste.

His hand slid across her silken belly then back up to the front closure and deftly freed her for their mutual enjoyment. He outlined the circle of her breasts then cupped them lightly, brushing his thumbs across her sensitive swollen nipples making her call out his name.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, teasing her hard peaks, pinching slightly only to soothe with a caress of his fingers that had her taut and dusky and more than ready for his mouth. He slid his tongue around her nipple, tantalizing the taut buds enjoying the taste of her. Needing more. It raged through him telling him to take more and he surrendered to that hungry demand.

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Sam felt like she was going to explode from the pleasure his mouth inflicted on her breasts. Her fingers pulled his head closer, loving the slight abrasion from the shadow of hair on his cheeks against her skin. He nuzzled her, his eyes closed with utter bliss clearly stamped on his features. "What is that smell," he murmured sucking softly on her nipple, then laved her with his tongue, "What is that smell, it's driving me crazy."

His fingers played with her other nipple as his mouth continued it's affections and she could barely find the voice to speak. "Ylang ylang and hibiscus," she finally got out. It was a fragrance she discovered one weekend trip at a spa and she had adopted it as her personal scent. She owned the soaps, bubble baths, lotions, oils, candles, everything the spa sold with that unique scent. She had no idea that the exotic aroma would have this affect on Jason when she had lit the candles.

"That damned smell," he murmured, running his mouth back up her neck to torment her again with those teasing bites. "And you," he finished with a growl, "Fuck I feel like I'm going to come just smelling you."

Instead he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulled it over her head, and flung it to the floor. When he lifted her in his arms and tossed her back on the bed, the burst of laughter mixed with the surprised arousal making her emotions skid wildly. "What are you doing?"

He reached for his pants, quickly removing them leaving her to stare at the proud erection he was sporting. Desire had brought a flush to his skin, his face intent and the smoldering fire within those blue eyes told her that he was barely holding on to his control. "I'm going to spread those legs, and lick every inch of you." He kneeled on the bed, doing exactly as he threatened.

"Yeah," she nodded eagerly, pushing back on her elbows until she reached her pillows. Excitement had her shoving them off the bed, not wanting anything to interfere with that look on Jason's face and the ecstasy she knew was coming. Those powerful hands gripped her hips then tugged the thong from her body.

"I was tempted to just rip it," he told her, "But I think I'll keep this for myself."

"You're joking," she smiled but he just shook his head, that same intense look on his face.

"No I'm not," he answered, "Our first time together. The first time I sucked on those luscious nipples, the first time I'm going to lick on this wet clit," he stroked a finger between her legs proving just how ready she was for him. "The first time I'm going to feel you come, milking my dick."

He slid a finger slowly inside her, crooked it slightly, and touched a set of nerves that had her releasing a startled moan. "Hell I might just bronze this little piece of nothing but I'm definitely keeping it," he freed his finger and sucked it into his mouth. A spurt of hungry desire spiraled through her as she watched him savor the taste of her. "Damn, that is good."

Where had the tender man gone, hell she thought their lovemaking would be sweet and warm. However, this man, he was much more than she had been expecting. This man ripped apart all of her boundaries. That gorgeous face, a body she wanted to climb all over and the sexual appetite of man coming off five years of celibacy.

And why was he still single?

Jason bent over and draped one leg over his shoulder, spreading her wide and then his mouth was on her, acute rapture shooting through her body like a blaze. His tongue moved over her clit, licking, sucking, torturing her until her hips rose off the bed to meet each stroking caress. His own moan of pleasure vibrated through her aroused core, sending her fingers into his hair, to pull him closer. His arms strained around her forcing her still so all she could do was tremble beneath those tormenting licks of his tongue.

"That's right," her murmured, releasing her for a second making her sob at the loss of pleasure, "You're all tight," he laved her clit once, "So damned tight. I can feel you pulsing against my mouth. You want to come don't you."

"Yes," she almost screamed in frustration. If he continued with those slow teasing licks she would surely go insane. "Please, Jason, I want to come."

"Good," he murmured, "But not just yet," then he slid two fingers deep and she couldn't control her outcry of delight. The broken moan of ecstasy made a wicked smile curve his sensuous mouth, "Oh, yeah," he withdrew and then slid back inside her and she throbbed around the feeling of him filling her. "Look at me Sam," he murmured, pumping his hand and she surrendered completely to him. "I want you to watch me. I want to see your eyes when you come."

His words were the catalyst but his hum of enjoyment as his mouth closed over her shot her straight over the edge to paradise.

Before she could catch her breath, before those wondrous pulses could completely fade, she felt him gather her close and in one smooth turn reversed their positions so that she was lying on top of him. She could feel the heat of his body under hers and the pulsating erection between her legs. His hands gripped her ass as she rolled her hips riding him; the need to have him in her became an exquisite ache. "My Sam," he murmured, then bracing her face in his hands, pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss that made her sigh.

When he pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, seeing the wonder and the pleasure he had taken from her climax, but there was also overwhelming need. Need sparked off a burst of longing that had nothing to do with her own desires but in satiating his. "Take me Sam," he kissed her again, the thrust of his tongue so intimate and thorough her body seemed to hum. "I need to be in you."

She straddled him again, taking his thick length in her hand and guided him to her wet entrance. His fingers tightened on her hips as her slick heat brushed over the swollen head of his cock, groaning deep in his chest as she took him into her body.

It was perfection.

"Ride me," he murmured, lifting his hands to caress her breasts, "Please," his grit his teeth as sweat began to form on his face. "Damn you feel so good," his hips thrust forward, pushing himself as deep as he could. "So tight," he closed his eyes. "So good."

In that moment, seeing him lost in her, Sam knew she would never feel this way for another man. Not ever. She took him up, determined to bring him the same rapture he had given her. They moved together, hips surging, as his cock slid in and out of her, building a thunderous storm of heat and intensity.

"Oh, Jason," she moaned breathlessly, her fingers clenching at his shoulders as his hands slid to the small of her back arching her forward so that his thrusts went deeper. "Jason."

They rode each other hard, grindingly deep, the sounds of their frantic moans filling the room along with the scent of their lovemaking. He was murmuring her name, in that fierce growl and her body responded in a rush of wet heat, griping him like a fist. A shudder went through his body and she knew he was close, but his determination to see her pleasure had him taking one of her breasts into his mouth to suck hard and ruthlessly shove her to peak.

He sat up, in the process driving into her so deep, so breathtaking, it brought a shattered cry from her lips. He closed her within his embrace, surrounding her with heat and tenderness. She gripped his back, loving the firm muscles twisting under her fingers and rode out her climax, which brought forth his. She heard him groan out her name just as he swelled and went over with the strong contractions of his orgasm. "Sam, my Sam," he murmured over and over, his fingers tight in her hair as his pleasure came in long hard bursts.

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A long while later, Sam opened her eyes to find him staring at her. He was stroking a finger across her forehead with a look she had never seen on his face before. When she shifted she realized that he had moved them beneath her covers. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Just for a moment," he murmured placing a kiss on her mouth.

Several candles around the room were starting to go out and the CD had ended, which made her glance over at the clock. It was after one and she knew as much as she wanted to wake in his arms the next morning that he had to go back to his daughter. She ran a hand down his chest and sighed softly with regret.

He took that as a sign to gather her into his arms, "What's wrong?"

"Just wishing you could stay with me," she sighed again, snuggling against his warm skin. Jason said that he loved her smell, well she could stay right here in his arms like this forever and be a happy woman.

"So do I," he murmured, "Will you come to dinner tomorrow?"

"At your penthouse? With you and Lila?" She set her chin on his chest to look into his eyes, "Are you sure?" It was a big step, moving from Lila's teacher to the woman that Lila's father was involved with.

"I think it's time the two ladies in my life got to know each other."