"Salvation"

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Title: "Salvation"

Author: Michelle

Rating: MA for adult language and situations

Summary: He was her salvation.

Date Written: November 7

, 2010

(Steve's heart is pounding so hard he's scared it will burst, but what has him more scared than he's ever been in his entire life is the fact that Sam hasn't spoken a word; hasn't so much as moved a muscle. For the first time in his life he truly understands what it means to "lay it all on the line", and he's praying like he's never prayed before. He raises a trembling hand to gently touch her face and knows that the next few minutes will change his life irrevocably.)

"I love you, Sam. I love you with everything I have in me. Stay here with me and let's see where this thing between us is going. Please, Sweetheart, because if you leave, it will kill me."

(Sam has never seen Steve like this; vulnerable, exposed, and she loves him all the more for it. She is still trying to absorb everything Steve's said but the one thing she heard loud and clear is that he loves her. Her voice is shaking when she finally responds.)

"Oh my God, Steve," (her voice breaks), "I love you and I'm not going anywhere."

(Relief floods through Steve as he pulls her back into his arms and fuses his mouth to hers. As much as he wants her, as desperate as he is to take her hard and fast, he is also determined to leave no doubt in her mind that she is his, to leave his mark on her soul. He moves closer so that she is standing pressed up against him. Time seems to stand still as they look into each other's eyes and each sees the honest love in the other's. Ever so slowly, Steve lowers his head and presses sweet, light kisses to her forehead, her face, and her mouth, his hands gently cupping her face and then sliding down her neck to her shoulders. Her hands touch his face, exploring every plane and angle as if for the first time. Even though Steve's touch is very, very light, it is the most erotic thing Sam's ever felt, and an ache begins low in her body and spreads outward. Slipping her hands beneath his dark tee shirt, Sam runs them lightly over his tautly muscled back and shoulders and is rewarded when a shudder runs through his body. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, Sam slowly pulls it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor and trembling herself when the hard expanse of his muscled chest and shoulders are bared to her gaze. Within seconds, she has shoved his jeans to the floor to join his shirt. Just looking at Steve causes her breath to hitch, and she's no longer afraid to let him know exactly what he does to her, what he makes her feel. Before she can take a breath, Steve has taken both her hands in his and, one by one, takes each of her fingers into his mouth and licks them gently. Sam's breathing is becoming irregular and she closes her eyes and just feels. The sensations he's creating cause the muscles in her feminine core to clench with every stroke of his tongue against her skin. Once he's finished with her fingers, he slides one arm around her waist, his hand on her bottom pressing her into his erection so that she will know exactly how badly he wants her and, still holding one of her hands, licks his way up the sensitive flesh inside her arm from her wrist to her elbow. Sam's knees give way, and, if he were not holding her tightly to him, she would simply melt to the floor in a boneless mass. A loud gasp escapes Sam as Steve continues to lick his way from the inside of her elbow up her arm to her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, and, reaching her mouth, nibbles at her lower lip before plunging his tongue inside to begin a slow, torturous dance with hers. Sam tastes like warm honey, and he drinks her in like a man dying of thirst. Desire is coursing through Steve and he wants to be inside of her so badly he's shaking, but still he holds back determined to make this experience one Sam will never forget; one she will think about every waking moment for the rest of her life. Lifting her tee shirt up and over her head, Steve lowers his head and takes her nipple into his mouth before the shirt even hits the floor. Sam is panting now, and she grasps his shoulders to keep from collapsing on the spot. Small whimpers escape from her as he suckles first one breast and then the other, and she tries to reach down and wrap her hand around his arousal, but he won't allow it. As far as Steve is concerned, this is all about Sam; his needs come second. Easing her back onto the bed, Steve hooks one finger in the tiny pair of lacy, black bikini underwear she is wearing, pulls them down her long legs and drops them on the floor, and takes his time just looking at the erotic image before him.)

"You are so beautiful, Sam, so damned perfect. You make me feel things no other woman ever has. I need you so much, baby." (He kisses her again; softly and so sweetly it makes her heart ache.) "You're everything to me; you always will be."

(Sam sees the truth of his words in his eyes and her heart swells even more with love for this man. She tries to put her arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to her prone body, but he hasn't finished his assault on her senses. He doesn't even allow her the chance to say a word as he kisses her again, deeply this time, and uses the distraction to gently grasp both her wrists in his hands and pin them to the bed on either side of her head. Shifting over her body, Steve trails hot, wet kisses from her mouth down her jaw, her neck and then to her breasts where he uses his mouth to, once more, send her falling into a chasm of intense sensation. Sam is panting and twisting beneath Steve, but he will not relent. Releasing her wrists, he moves his hands down to firmly grasp her hips and pin her to the bed. Sliding slowly down her body, leaving a fiery trail with his mouth as he goes, he reaches her essence and settles there. The moment he touches her she tangles her fingers in his hair and literally screams his name; her back arching at the indescribable sensations tearing through her. Sam is panting and twisting beneath Steve, but he does not relent until, sobbing, she goes over the edge. Shards of multi-colored light explode behind Sam's eye and she is having trouble breathing. She desperately wants Steve to lose control just as she has, but she cannot so much as lift a finger at the moment. Moving back up her body, he reclaims her mouth and eases his body between her thighs, but still he does not take her. Steve continues to plunder her mouth and then feasts upon her neck, and when her breathing has returned to a more normal state, he pulls back to look down into her passion-glazed eyes. When he has her full attention, then and only then, does he slowly slide into her welcoming warmth. The moment he is fully inside of her, intense spasms grip Sam as another orgasm hits her hard. She watches Steve's face in awe as he grits his teeth and holds on while her release sweeps over them both. Tears pool in her eyes at the infinite sweetness of what is happening between them, and she realizes that Steve is putting his wants and needs after hers, that he's doing everything within his power to make their lovemaking good for her; the best for her. Wanting him to know that she realizes what he's doing, that she loves him that much more for his efforts, Sam pulls his face down to hers and kisses him pouring every ounce of love and passion she's capable of into the kiss. Steve is physically hurting from holding back for so long, but he is too intent on worshipping Sam's body with his to care. He's had her body for a long time, but now he wants her heart, her soul; everything that is Sam, and he's determined that there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that she truly belongs to him and him alone. He starts to move ever so slowly within her, nipping her throat, her shoulders and her breasts until she is begging him to end the sweet torture. Only when he cannot hold back any longer does he increase the tempo until she is meeting his every stroke, her nails clawing at his back, and their tongues mimicking the movements of their bodies. When she can no longer take it anymore, Sam rips her mouth from his and stares up into his beautiful eyes that are, at this moment in time, a turbulent shade of sea green.)

"Oh my God, Steve, you're killing me! Please!"

"That's it, Sam! Come on, Sweetheart, take me with you!"

"Oh, God . . Oh. My. God!"

(And just like that, they both shatter. Muscles clench, breathing is ragged and distorted, their bodies are sweat-slickened yet fit together so perfectly. It is many long minutes before either of them can move, and Sam protests and locks her arms around Steve when he would shift away from her. Tears are running freely from her emerald eyes and her body is still trembling with aftershocks from the most stunningly intense orgasm she has ever experienced. Steve is dropping kisses all over her face and struggling to regain control of himself. Never before has he experienced anything like what he just did with Sam, never lost complete control of himself, and he makes a silent vow to himself that he will die before he lets her run away from him again.)