Sensations
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Sam felt as if time had stood still. She had imagined their first kiss to be good but not this good. Strange thing was a feeling of overwhelming numbness about her body had set in. She couldn't feel anything but his lips pressed against hers slowly opening them with his own. She cursed herself for feeling weak at the knee's and was certain if his arms weren't so tightly wrapped around her body that she surely would have fell over. And instead of the strange sensation dropping slowly away, they seemed to build up inside her. She really couldn't move her hands, just hold them to his chest so basically she stood mouth pressed and being explored by his with hardly any thought pattern and numb bliss filling her whole body. She had first kisses before but this was amazing. Just as she was losing feeling in her lips as well, Jack broke the kiss and she somehow managed to open her eyes although focus was another thing and sembling any words was going to be hard. Wow was all that seemed to come to mind but there was no way she was going to say that.
"Wow"
OK so she obviously had no control over her mind and mouth. Jack smiled a satisfied agreeing smile and ran his tongue softly over his lips.
"Yeah"
Sam giggled softly at least she wasn't the only lost for words. Finally she could feel her fingers again and slid them down too his waist to a more comfortable position.
"So"
"So"
Sam smiled and drew her eyes from his for a moment a self-conscious feeling setting in once again. The cogs in her head also started turning in and sending warning signals and for some reason, she couldn't turn them off. She went to pull away from him, half needing to know if her knees and legs would still hold her own weight and half aware that this was leading to something, which they may, both regret for certain reasons. Problem was Jack didn't seem to be prepared to let go of his grip of her. She stopped pulling away and stared into his chest, eyes boring a hole frowning softly in wonderment. Jacks hands slid up to her shoulders and unhooked the cloak she wore and she felt it slide softly from her neck slither seductively down her back, followed by Jacks hands, and softly slide down her legs to settle at her ankles.
Her mind was trying to track the movements of the cloak and that of Jacks hands which had settled softly at the bottom of her spine which she knew wasn't covered by the low backed dress, she wore. His fingers softly tracing a inch line up and down. Sam closed her eyes as they sent a tingling sensation climbing up her spine and raised her head as the feeling reached her neck. Her eyes met those of Jack who was looking down at her. She was take aback by the look in them. An impressed smiling gaze mixed with a want and pleasure. His lips were turned up in a happy smile which caused small lines to appear by the side of his eyes making them seem to sparkle. She wondered if her own eyes reflected the same gaze. She knew the cheshire smile had reappeared on her own face.
Sam ran her hands up over Jacks chest once more the oil slick under her fingertips.
"You're all oily"
"Yeah these folks are pretty fond of oils."
Sam slid her hands to Jacks shoulders and slid the robe from his shoulders, it fell to his elbows as his arms and more importantly, fingers were still around her own body softly sending those tingling sensation up her spine. She massaged her fingertips into his shoulders.
"How about a massage?"
She watched as his eyes took in her suggestive manner.
"That would be interesting"
She pushed him back softly toward the bed, his arms fell from around her waist to her hips and she pushed the cloak further down his arms and he lost his grip letting the cloak fall freely. Jack felt the edge of the platform at the back of his knees and smiled as Sam's fingers ran back to his shoulders pushing him to a sitting position.
Sam smiled down to him and her fingers did not leave his skin as she climbed onto the bed behind him her knees at either side of his thighs. Her fingers softly kneaded into his shoulders. Sam was as surprised as he was that she was actually doing this, yet for the second time it seemed so right. Jack relaxed as her fingers softly ran up his back and over his shoulders. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on edge as he felt her breath close to the tip of his spine, feeling her body press against his for a moment. His brow furrowed for a moment as a tingling sensation ran down his spine followed by light fingertips. He realised they were on the bed but not on the bed as the case may be and he wanted the situation rectified.
Jack turned causing Sam to have to move back a little avoiding his turning shoulders. He flipped himself to lie on his back against some of the large cushions hands cupped under his head. Sam looked at him questioningly.
"Knees were sore"
She grinned and slid herself to where he was laying propping herself up on an elbow looking down at him. Jack lay and stared up at the picture above, Sam followed his gaze for a moment and looked back down at him as his mouth slipped into a smile.
"She certainly is beautiful" she whispered
"Not nearly as much as the flesh imitation"
Jack shifted his gaze from the painting to the beauty leaning over him. He slipped his hands from behind his head and gripped her wrist lightly pulling her hand from her head; she placed her other hand on his chest so as not to lose her balance. His other hand found that hand also and pulled it gently causing her to fall forward. Sam giggled her body pressing against his heavily; his hand loosed its grip from her hand on his chest to slide onto her back.
"Comfortable?" she asked
"Very" he answered
Sam smiled and lowered her mouth to his, this time if her knees went weak she wouldn't be falling anywhere except maybe even more under his spell. Their lips connected and this time a more passionate embrace ensued. The first had been soft and inviting, exploring gently, finding the comfort zone of each other. This time it was more a deeper exploration and a passionate wanting. Time didn't stand still but seemed to be as fast paced as the kiss. Sensations which neither of them had felt the first time made themselves known and in this position not only to themselves.
Sam felt as if time had stood still. She had imagined their first kiss to be good but not this good. Strange thing was a feeling of overwhelming numbness about her body had set in. She couldn't feel anything but his lips pressed against hers slowly opening them with his own. She cursed herself for feeling weak at the knee's and was certain if his arms weren't so tightly wrapped around her body that she surely would have fell over. And instead of the strange sensation dropping slowly away, they seemed to build up inside her. She really couldn't move her hands, just hold them to his chest so basically she stood mouth pressed and being explored by his with hardly any thought pattern and numb bliss filling her whole body. She had first kisses before but this was amazing. Just as she was losing feeling in her lips as well, Jack broke the kiss and she somehow managed to open her eyes although focus was another thing and sembling any words was going to be hard. Wow was all that seemed to come to mind but there was no way she was going to say that.
"Wow"
OK so she obviously had no control over her mind and mouth. Jack smiled a satisfied agreeing smile and ran his tongue softly over his lips.
"Yeah"
Sam giggled softly at least she wasn't the only lost for words. Finally she could feel her fingers again and slid them down too his waist to a more comfortable position.
"So"
"So"
Sam smiled and drew her eyes from his for a moment a self-conscious feeling setting in once again. The cogs in her head also started turning in and sending warning signals and for some reason, she couldn't turn them off. She went to pull away from him, half needing to know if her knees and legs would still hold her own weight and half aware that this was leading to something, which they may, both regret for certain reasons. Problem was Jack didn't seem to be prepared to let go of his grip of her. She stopped pulling away and stared into his chest, eyes boring a hole frowning softly in wonderment. Jacks hands slid up to her shoulders and unhooked the cloak she wore and she felt it slide softly from her neck slither seductively down her back, followed by Jacks hands, and softly slide down her legs to settle at her ankles.
Her mind was trying to track the movements of the cloak and that of Jacks hands which had settled softly at the bottom of her spine which she knew wasn't covered by the low backed dress, she wore. His fingers softly tracing a inch line up and down. Sam closed her eyes as they sent a tingling sensation climbing up her spine and raised her head as the feeling reached her neck. Her eyes met those of Jack who was looking down at her. She was take aback by the look in them. An impressed smiling gaze mixed with a want and pleasure. His lips were turned up in a happy smile which caused small lines to appear by the side of his eyes making them seem to sparkle. She wondered if her own eyes reflected the same gaze. She knew the cheshire smile had reappeared on her own face.
Sam ran her hands up over Jacks chest once more the oil slick under her fingertips.
"You're all oily"
"Yeah these folks are pretty fond of oils."
Sam slid her hands to Jacks shoulders and slid the robe from his shoulders, it fell to his elbows as his arms and more importantly, fingers were still around her own body softly sending those tingling sensation up her spine. She massaged her fingertips into his shoulders.
"How about a massage?"
She watched as his eyes took in her suggestive manner.
"That would be interesting"
She pushed him back softly toward the bed, his arms fell from around her waist to her hips and she pushed the cloak further down his arms and he lost his grip letting the cloak fall freely. Jack felt the edge of the platform at the back of his knees and smiled as Sam's fingers ran back to his shoulders pushing him to a sitting position.
Sam smiled down to him and her fingers did not leave his skin as she climbed onto the bed behind him her knees at either side of his thighs. Her fingers softly kneaded into his shoulders. Sam was as surprised as he was that she was actually doing this, yet for the second time it seemed so right. Jack relaxed as her fingers softly ran up his back and over his shoulders. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on edge as he felt her breath close to the tip of his spine, feeling her body press against his for a moment. His brow furrowed for a moment as a tingling sensation ran down his spine followed by light fingertips. He realised they were on the bed but not on the bed as the case may be and he wanted the situation rectified.
Jack turned causing Sam to have to move back a little avoiding his turning shoulders. He flipped himself to lie on his back against some of the large cushions hands cupped under his head. Sam looked at him questioningly.
"Knees were sore"
She grinned and slid herself to where he was laying propping herself up on an elbow looking down at him. Jack lay and stared up at the picture above, Sam followed his gaze for a moment and looked back down at him as his mouth slipped into a smile.
"She certainly is beautiful" she whispered
"Not nearly as much as the flesh imitation"
Jack shifted his gaze from the painting to the beauty leaning over him. He slipped his hands from behind his head and gripped her wrist lightly pulling her hand from her head; she placed her other hand on his chest so as not to lose her balance. His other hand found that hand also and pulled it gently causing her to fall forward. Sam giggled her body pressing against his heavily; his hand loosed its grip from her hand on his chest to slide onto her back.
"Comfortable?" she asked
"Very" he answered
Sam smiled and lowered her mouth to his, this time if her knees went weak she wouldn't be falling anywhere except maybe even more under his spell. Their lips connected and this time a more passionate embrace ensued. The first had been soft and inviting, exploring gently, finding the comfort zone of each other. This time it was more a deeper exploration and a passionate wanting. Time didn't stand still but seemed to be as fast paced as the kiss. Sensations which neither of them had felt the first time made themselves known and in this position not only to themselves.