I'n back! Sorry, didn't mean to be gone quite so long.
Someone asked who John Thomas was at the end of the last chapter. Back in the day it was a British euphemism for a man's... well, you know ;-)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Christopher realized he must've dozed off when he was startled awake by the feel of Sam's fingers tickling his stomach. She giggled when he jerked as she tickled him again and he thought her giggle must be the most wonderful sound ever. Covering her misbehaving hand with his own, he admonished her to "stop that."
Never one to follow his directions completely, she propped herself up on an elbow and began another assault, this time with her lips just below his ear. It tickled and then it didn't and then... "Sam, how am I to behave if you continue this? I have only so much self control, you realize," he bit out through clenched teeth as he tried desperately to manage his physical responses to her manipulations.
"I was rather hoping you might... misbehave," she replied softly. "I... I think I am ready to... try to..." she looked away. Unfortunately, she instead of looking across the bed, she looked down where the evidence of Christopher's lack of will power was on display. "Oh, I say," she exclaimed in a rather loud whisper.
Christopher couldn't remember a time when he'd felt more self conscious. But there was nothing to be done about it as the bed covers had been kicked away in their previous activities. "Ermmm. I'll ummm, just get...my pants," he said as he tried to untangle himself from her. But she pushed him back into the bed. "No, don't," she commanded.
"Bbut, I don't want to make you uncomfortable and with our proximity there is no way I can... can keep ..." He was shocked into silence as she reached down and touched him. And then, much to his amazement and a bit of consternation, she began to pet him... it. "Oooo, it feels so..." she began. Christopher froze. "Ffeels like... what, Sam?" Feels like... soft? Too big? Too small? What? He was afraid of her answer.
She stroked over him again and then wrapped her fingers around the little trouble maker. "It's so... firm but quite... well, almost like silk... or velvet. I...before when I... well, I didn't realize how... nice it feels." Christopher swallowed and then took a deep breath as his eyes closed involuntarily. Her caresses were driving him absolutely mad and he was fighting to contain his... enthusiasm. Yet her words evoked other feelings in him too. He wanted to be able to manage his physical reactions to give her time to explore further... to become more comfortable with that part of him, perhaps? "Ssam, perhaps... just..." If she kept this up he would not be able to hold back.
"What?" she asked as she looked up at his face. Something in his expression must have given him away because her mouth formed a rather large "O". An instant later though, her attention was fully back on her exploration of him. "What am I doing that is so... unsettling?"
"Everything," he squeaked.
"Poor Christopher," she said as she wrapped her fingers around him again and gave a gentle tug.
"Sam!" he yelped as his posterior came up of the bed in response. "Nnot so... vigorous. In fact, not at all just now."
"Oh, I'm sorry; did I hurt you?"
"Nnot exacatly hurt... just... too much. Mmight get more than you're expecting," he huffed.
A crease formed on her brow as she looked back down at his now throbbing, purple bit of manhood. "What?" she asked as she stroked him again briskly several times. "Oh Christ!" he exclaimed as his self control disappeared and his pent up desire exploded, spewing like a fountain.
"Oh... oh what... what was that?" Sam yelped.
Breathing heavily and trying to calm down, her next words cooled him rather rapidly, however. "Oh, its ... its shrinking... what happened?" She looked up at him in horror.
Gazing down at the sticky mess that covered his lower abdomen and Sam's hand, Christopher had only one response; he laughed as he hadn't laughed in years. Sam looked at him in shock. "Fetch us something to clean up with, Sam?"
Still stunned, she did as he requested and went to the bathroom. He heard water running and assumed she was washing her hands. Frustrated with the stickiness, he left the bed and hurried to the bathroom as well. Grabbing a flannel, he put it under the running water and began to wipe himself clean. Catching Sam's eye in the mirror, he smiled. To his relief she smiled back, although a little timidly.
"Told you to stop," he said edgily, meaning to tease.
"But I... I didn't know ... I... " Tears gathered in her eyes. "This just isn't what it should be at all," she declared in frustration.
Tossing the flannel aside Christopher wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. "It's alright, Sam. I was just having a go at you... 'magine it was all quite a surprise for you... bit of a shock for you, hmmm?"
"Yes, it was. I didn't expect... well, that." He pulled away just slightly and looked into her eyes. "Wull, it's been awhile for me, a long while since a beautiful young woman had her hands on my... erm...parts like that and suppose it was a bit too much. Alright though, Sam. No harm done."
She wouldn't look at him and closed her eyes instead, looking embarrassed. "I should've known... or at least listened when you said... to stop."
Studying her face, he chewed his lip. She looked so vulnerable, so chagrined. A feeling of protectiveness came over him that was so powerful it surged through him like a bolt of lightning. Tenderly he kissed each eyelid and then planted a soft one on her forehead before gently capturing her lips. "Really, it's alright," he whispered as he pulled away again. "Nnot like you've a lot of experience with this sort of thing, is it?"
Her eyes fluttered open, revealing her relief. "Mother tried to talk to me about it... about being with a man but she just got all embarrassed and was very vague and... well, ambiguous. And the girls from the MTC and well, other ones I've known never talked about... that happening."
"Let's um.. " he jerked his head toward the bed, " back to bed?"
Sam nodded and trudged across the room. Pulling the bed covers back in place, she crawled in and looked back at him with a patently Sam smile. Christopher watched with some amusement. Life with Sam was certainly going to be an adventure, he thought as he joined her in the bed.
The couple slept for some time but when he awoke, Christopher had no idea how long. Darkness still reigned outside the windows, so he assumed he hadn't dozed more than an hour or two. As awareness dawned through his grogginess, he perceived that he was being watched. A smile began to fold downward at his mouth as the pleasure of knowing who was watching him sank in. "Hullo," he said softly.
Sam nuzzled into his neck and sighed a happy moan. "You're awake."
"Nup... still asleep; having a very nice dream," he replied. He felt her at his ear again, nuzzling and nibbling. "Mmmm, very nice..." he sighed.
She left his ear and found his lips. To his surprise, she seemed intent on taking the lead. But oh, what a wonderful surprise! Their weeks of cuddling and kissing had given her a boldness that she hadn't possessed with him when they had begun together. And tonight, she seemed to be finding her footing. Even if she wasn't quite ready for the consummation of their relationship, she was certainly moving toward it and Christopher was content with that. Yes, he would let her have the lead; he was quite happy to follow.
A few more kisses instigated by her and then she settled, her head on his chest, over his heart. It was perfect, he thought, that she should settle there. After all, his heart was hers. A portion of it had died when Caroline left him and a greater part was buried with Rosalind, but all that remained was hers. It had continued to beat in his chest for all the years after Rosalind but had begun to dry up from lack of use, until that day a very young, very eager driver bound into his office and began to bring him back to life. Yes, his heart was hers; she owned it just as she owned every other part of him because without her he would wither and die. He caressed along the line of her spine, gently, lovingly but without any hint of sexual pressure. That would come in time, naturally; he was convinced of it. This was enough for now, just to be here with her like this. more than enough. Once again they drifted into sleep.