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Chapter 28

The sun was starting to rise when Jack and Samantha at last surrendered to sleep and they slept until nearly noon. Waking up first, Jack stretched contentedly and watched Samantha as she slept. Although he'd watched her sleep without her knowledge many times in Atlanta, this was very different from observing her through a surveillance camera. Samantha rolled onto her side burying her face in Jack's shoulder and he smiled as he watched his wife.

His wife, Jack thought happily. It had taken the better part of a decade and a trip to the 1700's to win her over, but at long last she was his. Watching the glint of the sunlight on her hair, Jack mulled over what to give her for a wedding gift. In the time before their wedding things had been chaotic and a present had been far from his mind; but now Jack's mind turned towards what to get for Samantha. Nothing ordinary would do for his wife, Jack decided.

As Jack decided, Samantha moved under the covers and brushed his cock with her hand. Instantly aroused, Jack gazed at her and decided the caress had been accidental. Resuming his thoughts about her wedding gift, Jack tried to ignore as her hand moved over his shaft again and then wrapped around in a deliberate movement. His breath caught and he looked at his wife. Although her eyes were closed, Samantha had a wicked grin on her face and Jack knew she was pretending to sleep.

Deciding to play along, Jack surrendered to her touch and brought his hand up to caress her nipples. Rubbing them to hard points, then gently pulling them, until Samantha's eyes shot open as a moan escaped her lips. Last night had been about consummating their marriage and expressing years of unspoken love, this morning was about pure lust as Jack devoured Samantha's lips and left her breathless.

Throwing the covers back so they were out of their way, Jack rolled Samantha onto her stomach and moved behind. Slowly sliding into her sex, he covered her back with his chest and turned her head to the side so he could kiss her. They moved slowly at first as Jack allowed Samantha's body to become accustomed to the intensity and angle of the position.

Moving faster, he wrapped his arm underneath Samantha to steady her and his hand glided to her clit. She mewled with pleasure and buried her face in the pillow as he brought her to a searing peak. Holding and stroking her, Jack waited for her to recover from her climax and withdrew from her. Urging Samantha onto her back, Jack drove his erection into her fevered slit with rapid and confident strokes until they both came hard and lay gasping.

As he withdrew from her sex, she winced slightly and he asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Wrapping her arms around him, Samantha nuzzled her face against his and assured him, "I'm fine. A little tender but nothing out of the ordinary."

"Just checking. A man has to take care of his wife you know," Jack confided teasingly. Then he added, "I've imagined this a thousand times and this is beyond anything I ever dreamed of."

Lying limply in Jack's arms, Samantha panted, "We should have done that a long time ago."

"Indeed," Jack agreed and pressed a kiss to her temple.

There was a knock at the door and Samantha frantically grabbed the covers as an amused Jack called out, "Who is it?"

"Phillippe," a muffled voice on the other side of the door replied.

After making certain Samantha was covered, Jack invited Phillippe in. Behind Phillippe were two footmen bearing silver trays laden with food and wine that they set on a table under Phillippe's guidance. As soon as the trays were sat down, Phillippe dismissed the footmen. Keeping his eyes on Jack's face, Phillippe cautiously approached the bed.

"I hope you don't mind Visco- er Jack, but I took the liberty of having something prepared, I thought perhaps you might not wish to take formal meals today."

Casting a glance at Samantha who hid her face sheepishly against his shoulder, Jack responded, "You thought correctly. Thank you Phillippe."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Phillippe suggested with a wink and left the room.

"Alone at last," Jack murmured to Samantha and moved to kiss her.

Pulling away she playfully inquired, "What about the food?"

"Are you asking to eat or suggesting we use it in a more pleasurable way?" Jack pressed in a seductive tone moving to cup her breast.

"Oh no you don't," Samantha declared pushed his hand away.

"It's our honeymoon and a groom should focus on his bride's pleasure," he countered.

Kissing him on the cheek, Samantha climbed over him and grinned, "Right now your bride is hungry and food is the current pleasure at the front of her mind."

With an amused expression, Jack watched Samantha pull on a sheer white dressing gown and flounce over to the trays. Throwing off the covers, Jack grabbed his deep navy silk dressing gown and joined her. Samantha sat on a small settee and had a plate in her hand which she smiled up at Jack from. He started to sit on the settee and she stretched out so Jack had to sit in a chair opposite. Although Jack enjoyed having physical contact with her, he was content to watch her. Watching Samantha with her knowledge and willingness was a novelty for Jack. Picking up a plate, Jack ate slowly, gazing intently at his wife.

"Are you happy, my Samantha?" Jack asked hesitantly.

"Mmmm," Samantha stretched luxuriantly and purred. "Very very happy."

Pleased, Jack pressed, "How would you feel if we never got back?"

"Back?" she gave him a quizzical look. Then realized his meaning and replied, "To be honest I haven't given Atlanta any thought for the last couple of days."

"Because of the wedding," Jack supplied.

Considering, Samantha shook her head and explained, "In part I suppose. But somehow Atlanta and life there seems very far away."

Sitting his plate down, Jack poured a glass of wine. Sipping thoughtfully, he commented, "Right now my bride seems very far away."

"I'm across the room," she giggled coquettishely, moving so her robe parted slightly.

Samantha felt happy and flirtatious for the first time in a long time. When they came to the 1700's despite the troubles, she felt a sense of liberation. Here she was free of censorous but well meaning friends and she could allow herself to embrace her desires. From killing a man to marrying Jack, she was oddly content with the way things were turning out. Looking at her new husband, Samantha decided their being thrown into the past was the best thing that ever happened to her.

"We're on our honeymoon," Jack pointed out with a wicked smile.

"Are we?" she countered saucily. "I thought a honeymoon meant a trip."

Laughing, Jack shot back, "What do you call going back more than 200 years in time?"

Samantha considered and when she could think of no good answer shrugged and stuck her tongue out at him. Her childish display pleased Jack tremendously. At one time he wondered if she would ever let him into her life enough to speak to her. Today, they were newlyweds bantering playfully. They were good for each other, he realized happily. Not only did he have his Samantha, but she was genuinely happy! While Jack always knew he could make her his, actually having her and seeing her happy, was amazing.

After a moment of laughing and contemplation, Jack ventured, "I might be inclined to take my beautiful bride on a trip, if it would please her."

"I was only teasing, Jack."

"I'd already thought of it, Samantha. You have but to name the place and we shall go."

Samantha sat her plate down and suggested, "Paris?"

"Of course," Jack agreed, standing up he moved the table from between the settee and the chair.

"What are you doing? I wasn't done," Samantha feigned protest as she slid down a little on the settee invitingly.

"You sat your plate down," Jack pointed out.

"Maybe I wanted dessert," she lied. Truthfully she was stuffed, but she felt like playing and taunting Jack a bit.

Jack untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. His arousal jutting out as he knelt and began to move towards her, murmuring, "Maybe we both want dessert."

When he reached her, she kept her thighs firmly closed. Jack reached for the tie on her dressing gown and pulled it loose. Reaching up with with one finger, he lightly skimmed the contour of her breasts and trailed his finger over her stomach, eliciting a soft whimper. Leaning forward, Jack circled her navel with his tongue.

Pulling back Jack looked up at her imploringly and breathed seductively, "I'm so hungry, my Samantha."

Unable to feign resistance any longer, she parted her thighs and moaned as Jack began to caress her sex with his tongue...