WARNING: NC-17

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You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

'All I Want Is You' - U2

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Chapter 21

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"It was great meeting you Samantha," Parker said while carrying a sleeping Amy to her car. "I hope we didn't bore you with all that family stuff."

Sam rubbed her shoulders for warmth, smiled and replied, "Not at all. I actually should thank you. I now have some juicy dirt on Martin."

"Funny," Martin said feigning annoyance.

It was a great night. He had to admit he was worried that having the entire family descend on the house would scare Sam but she seemed to have had a good time and blend right in. Thankfully Parker and Reese were really warm and inviting with her; they didn't put her on the spot but let her contribute to the conversation whenever she felt comfortable.

Parker gave a light laugh and put Amy in the backseat next to Olivia. She turned to Martin, gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "It's so good to see you happy again. She's really great."

"Yeah, I know. Goodnight," Martin replied softly. He looked over at Curtis and said, "Later man, drive carefully."

Sam and Martin said their goodbyes to everyone and stood on the front porch watching them drive away until they were out of sight.

He turned to Sam and said, "So?"

"They are really great. Of course, it helps that they love to make fun of you." Sam giggled. He hadn't heard a Samantha Spade giggle in ages and it sent a thrill through his body.

"Well, believe it or not but they were actually polite tonight. If this hadn't been a school night I shudder to think what they would have said," Martin commented as they went back in the house. He turned around to lock the front door and said, "They really liked you a lot."

He started to turn around when Sam's lips were on his, holding his face in her hands; it wasn't a soft or tender kiss but one full of passion, need, want, yearning. The kiss was as hot and forceful as he remembered and he welcomed it. It was slow, deep, and powerful as their tongues mingled, his mouth still on hers as his arms made there way around her waist, pulling him tightly to her.

He couldn't believe it was happening but relaxed into it all the same. He let go of the past and the future, his worries, his guilt, letting all of reality fall away. He just focused on this kiss, this moment.

"Make love to me Martin." Sam murmured against his lips when they finally came up for air. He looked into her smoldering eyes before kissing her again.

Wordlessly, he lifted her up and headed to the staircase before deciding that given his state of arousal and the very long flight of stairs the living room would be a more logical and practical option.

He carried her to the living room and put her down on the expensive Persian rug. They stood in the darkened room with only bits of moonlight filtering in through the curtains. Seeing Sam in the soft blue light took his breath away. She was so beautiful. He pulled her close to continue kissing and touching as she ran her hands over his chest to unbutton his shirt. He moved his mouth to her neck and she moaned in appreciation. Without breaking contact with her neck he relaxed his arms so she could get his shirt off.

He tugged her blouse out of her slacks and Sam raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Seconds later her bra followed. He looked her in the eyes as he moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing and teasing. He gently caressed his thumbs over her nipples causing them to harden. His missed the infinite softness of Sam's breasts. She pulled him close again and the sensation of skin on skin was almost a sensation overload and he needed to be inside her.

Sam must have felt the same way because she yanked his pants and boxers off in one quick move. He quickly followed in kind and he pulled her down to the floor. She lay back, never breaking eye contact as he moved to get on top of her. Being a gentleman he propped himself on his elbows and kissed her before sliding inside. They spoke only in murmurs and touches as he penetrated deeply inside of her. She hugged him tight and he could feel her fingers digging into his back. It was painful and exciting.

They continued to look at one another as if the one of them would disappear if they blinked. He continued rocking his hips against hers as the pressure started to build. She kissed him hard and deep as she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. Seconds later he felt her clench and spasm and he followed right along with her.

Breathless and panting he rolled off of her. She moved on top of him to lay her head on his chest, draping her arm around him. The smell of her perfume, shampoo and their lovemaking invaded his senses as he pulled her close planning to never let her go.