Samantha POV:
It's not the most comfortable place, but right now comfort is my least concern. He rolls us around, letting his fingers move down between my thighs, his thumb flicking, touching, feeling, arousing as his mouth licks, sucks, and nips my breasts.
"Jack," I whisper, my eyes pleading with him to go further as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I feel my back arch, wanting him in me, wanting to feel more of him, more of me, more of us together. I groan, letting my eyes slip closed as I feel my chest flushing and the flush spreading up my neck and to my cheeks. My mouth bites down, sucking his bottom lip as I feel myself quivering beneath him. I moan, feeling my heart rate slowly calm and his hands gently caressing me.
I give him a soft kiss and wait a few moments to regain my strength.
"Sam." I hear my name on his lips and my eyes open as he asks permission--- as if I'd ever deny him anything.
I pull him down and feel him within me. I've missed this for far too long, and I gasp. My lips part as small puffs of air escape my mouth. He feels too good, too real, too---. The words are lost on me as he builds a rhythm and I lean up, letting our mouths meet once again.
"Let me," I whisper, rolling us back around as I straddle his hips and feel him within me.
"Sam," he murmurs as his hands move over my body—cupping, feeling, memorizing every detail as if it were the last time—and maybe it is. He groans as I clench down, feeling him swelter to the breaking point. Our mouths meet, letting our bodies overtake us to the ultimate pleasure together.
Our hearts pound rapidly as I lay above him. "Sam?"
"Shhh," I respond, worried he's ready to leave so soon. I draw my hand over his chest, comforting him.
"My arm's asleep," he answers and I giggle softly, realizing I've pinned his right arm into the sofa.
"Sorry," I grin, moving off the sofa.
"No." He pulls me back down on him and gets in a more comfortable position. "Better." He closes his eyes and I press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling his warm arms wrapped around my body.
"We could move this into the bedroom?" I suggest.
"In a minute," he whispers, his eyes still shut and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sometime during the night, I roll beneath the covers and feel the soft pillow under my head and the mattress beneath me.
"Jack?" The room is pitch black and I feel my stomach knot.
"Hmmm?" he answers, and I feel his warm, naked body beside me.
"I thought you left."
"Not until the sun comes up," he answers with a yawn. "It's still raining."
"What if the sun never comes up?" I whisper in response.
"Then I'm all yours."
It's not the most comfortable place, but right now comfort is my least concern. He rolls us around, letting his fingers move down between my thighs, his thumb flicking, touching, feeling, arousing as his mouth licks, sucks, and nips my breasts.
"Jack," I whisper, my eyes pleading with him to go further as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I feel my back arch, wanting him in me, wanting to feel more of him, more of me, more of us together. I groan, letting my eyes slip closed as I feel my chest flushing and the flush spreading up my neck and to my cheeks. My mouth bites down, sucking his bottom lip as I feel myself quivering beneath him. I moan, feeling my heart rate slowly calm and his hands gently caressing me.
I give him a soft kiss and wait a few moments to regain my strength.
"Sam." I hear my name on his lips and my eyes open as he asks permission--- as if I'd ever deny him anything.
I pull him down and feel him within me. I've missed this for far too long, and I gasp. My lips part as small puffs of air escape my mouth. He feels too good, too real, too---. The words are lost on me as he builds a rhythm and I lean up, letting our mouths meet once again.
"Let me," I whisper, rolling us back around as I straddle his hips and feel him within me.
"Sam," he murmurs as his hands move over my body—cupping, feeling, memorizing every detail as if it were the last time—and maybe it is. He groans as I clench down, feeling him swelter to the breaking point. Our mouths meet, letting our bodies overtake us to the ultimate pleasure together.
Our hearts pound rapidly as I lay above him. "Sam?"
"Shhh," I respond, worried he's ready to leave so soon. I draw my hand over his chest, comforting him.
"My arm's asleep," he answers and I giggle softly, realizing I've pinned his right arm into the sofa.
"Sorry," I grin, moving off the sofa.
"No." He pulls me back down on him and gets in a more comfortable position. "Better." He closes his eyes and I press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling his warm arms wrapped around my body.
"We could move this into the bedroom?" I suggest.
"In a minute," he whispers, his eyes still shut and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sometime during the night, I roll beneath the covers and feel the soft pillow under my head and the mattress beneath me.
"Jack?" The room is pitch black and I feel my stomach knot.
"Hmmm?" he answers, and I feel his warm, naked body beside me.
"I thought you left."
"Not until the sun comes up," he answers with a yawn. "It's still raining."
"What if the sun never comes up?" I whisper in response.
"Then I'm all yours."