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I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing that's true
So I will not hide
It's time to try anything to be with you

- Ryan Cabrera, 'True'

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Chapter 47: NC-17

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All the blood drained out of Martin's head, moving to regions southward as he stood still with his gaze glued on the Samantha Spade wearing the hot pink bra.

And the panties that matched.

With seductive eyes she asked again, "Marty, what do you think?"

He just stared at her for a few beats before he finally mumbled, "Uh….can't think."

A slow smile spread across her beautiful mouth and she tilted her head to beckon him to her. "Come here."

He nodded his head but unfortunately, his feet remained firmly planted where he stood at the sight of Sam looking like a goddess in pink lingerie; exquisite and divine. He was certain that the image would be something he would conjure up often after she went home. He wanted to go to her, to touch her, to feel her, to love her; but apparently he lost the capacity the think and walk at the same time.

At last, the message was finally relayed from his brain to his feet to get moving and he slowly shuffled towards where Sam sat waiting.

She uncrossed her legs allowing him to settle his hips between her thighs. She straightened up and rested her palms on his chest; their faces a breath apart but not yet touching. He stared into her brown sugar eyes and slowly, gradually skimmed his fingertips along her thighs. Her skin was soft and he could feel the goose bumps rise at his gossamer touch. This was her last night here and he wanted it to be slow; to savor every touch, taste and sensation.

He moved his hands gently back and forth and whispered, "Breathtaking."

She quivered at his touch and softly replied, "What?"

"That's what I think." He leaned close, his lips brushing hers. "You literally take my breath away, Sam."

He pressed his mouth to hers and she parted her lips, welcoming him without hesitation. He wanted to kiss her like there was no tomorrow; that tonight was all there was and it could last forever. Her mouth was hot against his and he thought that the taste of Sam was more addictive than any drug. An addiction from which he was sure he would never recover.

With his lips still on hers he felt her hands move down to his waist and pull his shirt-tails out of his trousers before moving back up to unfasten the buttons with her nimble fingers. He shifted his focus to her neck as Sam undid the final button and tugged his shirt and jacket off of him in one swift motion. She pulled back and ordered, "Lift up your arms."

Martin laughed softly at her eagerness but did as he was told and she yanked his undershirt off, raising it high in the air, hitting the candelabra in the process. The wrought iron light fixture swung back and forth and Martin was worried that it was going to fall when it finally slowed to a stop. His eyes were dancing with affection as he said, "Take it easy, we got all night."

Sam grinned and replied, "Just trying to help you catch up."

"Oh, well in that case." He took a step back and toed off both shoes as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. "Ta-da! I'm all caught up."

She gave him a slight smile, shook her head and pointed to his feet. "Don't forget the socks."

He narrowed his eyes at her but did as instructed. "Happy?"

"Yup," Now satisfied that they were both equally undressed she roped her arms around his neck and pulled him tightly to her. They kissed, their tongues darting back and forth.

He nibbled on her neck and murmured, "You know…..I'm only wearing my boxers and you have on two items of clothing." He ran his hand along her vertebrae and quickly unfastened her bra.

As soon as the clasp was released Sam laughed lightly and said, "All that fuss about making sure you get to see it on me and it's already off."

Martin laughed and looked up at her. "Oh believe me, I won't forget." He tapped his temple with his index finger and said, "It's all in here."

She laughed as she pulled off the bra, tossing it in the air behind her. She reached out to kiss him again, cupping his face in her hands before moving her fingers to his hair. He moved his mouth to her neck, leisurely and deliberately trailing kisses along her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts. He gently rubbed his thumb over the tip and she arched her back in response to his touch. She moaned in appreciation as he gently sucked and kissed one breast while fondling the other.

He returned his lips to hers and put his hands around her small waist. Sam may appear tough and hard to the outside world but to touch her, she was soft and smooth as silk. He gently caressed her warm skin before moving them around to cup her ass. He firmly believed that she had the most perfect ass he had ever seen (and touched) in the whole world. He gave her a gentle squeeze before slipping her panties off.

He kissed her hard before sliding down between her legs and putting her thighs over his shoulders. He put his mouth to work and judging by the look of raw pleasure on her face, it was right where she wanted it. He loved watching Sam's face when she was in the throes of ecstasy. He loved it more knowing that he was the one who was the cause of it. Her eyes were tightly shut and she bit her bottom lip as the tremors surged through her body. As the waves of her climax ebbed away he stood up and held her to him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

He brushed his lips on her shoulder, neck, face and hair as she breathed heavily. She finally opened her eyes, pupils dilated and unfocused. She looked at him hotly and kissed him hard as she pushed him back, sliding off of the table and spinning them around until the back of his thighs hit the edge of the wooden surface.

Her eyes ablaze with arousal she wordlessly dragged down his boxers, freeing his penis from its cotton confines. She smiled up at him as she kneeled down, wrapped her fingers around his throbbing manhood and lowered her mouth. He watched her under heavy lidded eyes, breathing raggedly through clenched teeth.

It was amazing the talents she possessed when it came to fellatio – and he was a hundred percent certain he never wanted to know how she learned those skills. As she increased her rhythm he knew that as wonderful as it felt he would much rather save up his big finish for when they both could benefit so he quickly told her to stop. Actually, begged her to stop. She finally relented and slithered back up his body, teasing him inch by inch.

He grabbed and kissed her hungrily. He lifted her up onto the table and she braced her weight by gripping the table edges. He looked deep into her eyes as he slipped inside of her. Sam inhaled deeply as his hips pushed at hers, gently thrusting. He was working instinctively, moving slowly at first and slowly increasing as the intensity built.

Sam wrapped her legs around his and leaned up, her chest crushing against his. She put her hands on his shoulders squeezing hard. She writhed in his arms as he rocked against her, digging her nails into his back. They spoke in touches and murmurs. He opened his eyes wanting to see her face and at the same time Sam opened hers. They didn't break eye contact as he moved deeper into her. The pressure was building with each thrust of his hips and suddenly he could feel her loins tighten and contract around him. A few more thrusts and he followed, shuddering as he emitted a deep throated groan.

They clung together, limbs feeling limp and boneless, the sounds of their ragged breathing filling the room. He wasn't sure who was supporting who because he was sure that if Sam weren't clinging to him so tightly he would fall to the floor, his wobbly knees unable to support his weight. Either way he just relished the touch and feel of her.

She was still shaking when it was over so he ran his hands soothingly up and down her back, pressing his lips to her temple, murmuring. "That was unbelievable."

Sam nodded against his cheek, humming her agreement before moving her head so she could see his face. She didn't say anything but planted a soft kiss on his lips and smiled.

He was feeling happily satiated and thirsty. He held Sam's limp form by the waist as she nestled against him and huskily asked, "Water?"

She licked her lips and replied, "Oh yeah."

After re-hydrating, they made their way upstairs and crawled into bed. He pulled Sam to him and she rested her head on his chest just below his shoulder. He was completely exhausted but he didn't want to close his eyes yet. He didn't want to lose the last bits of time he had with Sam by sleeping, he could do plenty of that after she went home.

"So, what's your final vote?" Sam asked as she yawned against his chest. He looked at her questioningly and she explained, "Which is your favorite room?"

He watched her for a moment, his heart aching beneath his rib cage, knowing that she was going home tomorrow. He looked into her eyes and softly replied, "My favorite room is any one with you in it."