"Have you ever listened to the sound of someone taking off their clothes, EJ? " Sami 's voice slid over his ears like it was the voice of his subconscious and he was powerless to ignore her. He did maintain the ability to stay quiet and not respond though. Barely.
Back and forth, his forehead swept the glass. Cold, wet, hard. All adjectives that I can relate to her. I can attribute every single sensation as belonging to Samantha! He groaned, giving the glass a sharp rap with his forehead.
"The rustle of my dress hitting the floor." A pause, his ears perked unintentionally as he listened for more. A throaty chuckle angered him as she read him like a book. " Aw, don t be mad, my love. Of course, you' re primed to listen to see what comes off next. Haven t heard anything, have you?"
"Samantha, please ..."
"Mmmm," she purred, " I love it when you beg."
"For Christ 's sake..." EJ mumbled as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. He was ready to beg; oh, was he so ready to beg.
" I' m sure you' ll be praising His Holiness when we re lying satiated in each other' s arms. So will I, for that matter, I can' t wait to reacquaint myself."
"You have to stop this madness." Desire thickened his voice, the deep hum wrapped them both in a memory of seductive gluttony.
She was quiet for a moment and it almost lulled him into a sense of false complacency. But then she really moved in for the kill. The muted click of her heels, the crinkle of fabric. She is coming closer. Dear Lord, she is coming closer. His body strung so tight, he felt one false move and he'd simply snap like a bowstring. Which was exactly what she was gunning for.
"Aren' t you curious?"
"No. "
"Liar." Another wicked laugh washed over him, goosebumps layering on top of goosebumps. "Am I naked?" Her voice was so close now. His own breath fogged the window, his breath coming in a ragged pant, releasing small puffs of condensation. Open your eyes! Look at the reflection in the mirror! The devil on his shoulder nudged him to fall off his pious perch and take a little peek.
"I assure you that I do not know or care." His upper crust British accent was deliberate, forced by sheer willpower.
"I really should punish you for lying to me. Or worse yet, lying to yourself. But I think we 've both been punished enough. We both know what you want. What you need. What we need." She was close enough now to touch him and she brushed her fingers down the center of his spine. An aftershock of her touch made him shiver. "Open your eyes, EJ. Look at me."
"No." He clenched his jaw, swallowing the glut of saliva that pooled in his mouth. She's close. Goddamn it, she is so damned close. Her front plastered to his back, sandwiching him between the heated soft curves of her body and the cold immovable plate of glass. He turned his face to the side, his cheek resting against the window.
"Fine. Don' t look. Just feel." A sinuous slither of her body against his and a tortured moan escaped his lips. " Mmmm, yes." Sami cooed, changing from the side to side motion to an up and down tease of just her nipples against his shirt. Her hands edged under the elastic of his suspenders running up his abdomen. "I love the sounds you make. My very favorite sound in the whole world , do you know what it is? "
"N-n-no." He stammered, the tips of her fingers releasing the catch of the clips, the bands snapped free and then they slid under the waistband of his slacks when the waist slipped a little lower on his hips.
Flattening her palms against the tensed bunches of his abdominal muscles, she didn' t hesitate and glided lower. "It' s a toss up really." Lower, a centimeter at a time. "When you' re close. You know, so close. " The thick elastic band of his undershorts proved no barrier either, the tips of her fingers lifted it, the cotton scraping against the backs of her hands. "You make these low pitched grunts and moans, just before you cum. " She moaned, the spring of his pubic hair coarse under the pads of her silken fingers.
A sorceress, she called forth the exact intonation she described. His knees buckled, and there it was the helpless sliver of sound from the depths of his chest. One palm circled low, cradling the heavy tight weight of his sac. " Oh yes, there it is. Delicious. "
"No!" EJ grunted, throwing himself against the glass, intrinsically trusting that it would hold up to the force. He pinched her hand between his body and the immovable object. Pain surged through her fingers as he ground them with no place to go, no cushion or give at all.
" Fuck! You bastard!" She hissed, snatching her hand back, slapping both hands into his back with an angry shove.
"You don' t get it. I' m not yours! You don' t always get what you want, Samantha!"
"Oh, but I do."
"No, you don' t. I don' t belong to you. I 'm. Not. Yours." He bit the words out, lashing out, wanting to hurt her as much as she hurt him.
A moment fraught with sexual tension stretched with an absence of sound. His back cooled a bit, his shirt clinging to his skin from the sweat slickening his skin. EJ concentrated on slowing his breathing. The haggard push and pull of air in his lungs making him a bit lightheaded, at least that 's what he tried to tell himself was making him dizzy.
"Yes, you are. And I 'm yours. From that first moment our eyes met. She whispered before she upped the ante even more. We both know that's the only way this plays out. But fine, play your games, comfort yourself with the moral high ground you' re clinging to. Deny it. Lie to yourself. Just know that I know. I know you, EJ DiMera. I know you to the fringes of your sweet and loyal soul. Your gentle and forgiving heart. You' re so good. Much too good for me. I 'm so bad. I' m black right down to the marrow of my bones. "
He gave a tight shake of his head, her words cutting him to the quick, her obvious belief of them leveling him. " No. "
"Yes I am. So bad. I lie, cheat, steal. Evil through and through. "
"No, Samantha. You 're not. No one is all bad. "
She laughed, a harsh and dry bark of sound. "You can' t help yourself, you see. So kind you are. And here I am, a serpent. Even now. Gauging how to get around all those walls you 've thrown up. A tendril of smoke, that' s what I am. Dangerous. Deadly. Insidious, worming my way past your defenses. "
"No one is all bad. " He repeated, useless tears burning his eyelids.
"Maybe not. I suppose there is one pure thing in me. My love for you. "
"Samantha, please. "
Another moment stretched between them, the sounds of her moving away reaching his ears. "Want to know what the second is? "
"The second?" He shook his head, pushing his hands against the glass, levering himself off from the window.
"My second most favorite sound in the world."
He sighed. His hands fumbling as he reclipped his suspenders back onto the waistband of his trousers.
"My name." A whimper, the pain she injected into her reply, sharp as a blade slicing them both to ribbons.
"Samantha. " He turned, opening his eyes, immediately aware of the fatal error he 'd made. EJ winced as he palmed his erection to lay flat up against his body, his hand hovering over the throbbing ache.
Sami stood, a siren, her naked back bare and exposed to him in the dim light slanting in from the window behind him. One long line of pale skinned perfection. A tiny black thong cradled between the generous curves of her bottom, cutting across her hips. She looked over her shoulder at him. Hooking her thumbs into the night-shaded lace, she bent low, sliding the scrap down her shapely legs, releasing it to pool around her heels. " I get it. You don' t want me anymore. Right?" Stepping free, she traced the side of one shoe up the calf of her other leg.
She moved further away from him, toward the desk, placing both hands flat and lifting herself up before turning and gifting him with an unimpeded view of her ample charms.
EJ gave a rapid series of blinks, frozen in place. His mouth moving, but no sound escaping his lips. The truth of her beauty so much greater than the snippets of his memory.
Sami took one hand to brace behind her on the desk, leaning back, supporting her weight. With the other, she fluttered her fingers down her neck, along her sternum between her unfettered breasts. Down over the soft pouching of skin of her abdomen, lower still, she pet the darker blonde crop of curls at the apex of her legs. "It' s selfish. Right? That one of my favorite sounds is my own name. But it 's more than that." Spreading herself, she curled her two smaller fingers into her fist. Using her index and middle finger, she circled the tight bud of her clit. "The way you 'd breathe my name, " she pulled a shaky breath between her teeth, "Sa-man-tha," she sighed, swirling her fingers lower, rimming the lips of her sex.
EJ gave a strangled grimace, fisting himself through the layers of his clothes.
"When you' d finger me. When you 'd taste me." Breathless, Sami rubbed herself faster, her head falling back, the wet glide of her fingers along the seam of body taunting him. "I'd look down at you. Your head between my thighs. Your voice had this greedy, wondrous note that sent me over the brink more often than not."
"Samantha ," his feet propelled him so that he stood a short two feet from her, his movements hard as he jerked and yanked at his cock.
"Selfish." She whimpered, stopping before she allowed herself the release. " I' m so selfish." She lifted her fingers from her center. Pointing at him with the index finger that was damp with her liquid desire, she crooked it, beckoning him closer. " I need you so much, EJ."
Under her spell, he leaned in, his lips parted. His tongue flicked out, lapping a droplet of her juices as it clung to her finger. In perfect harmony, they both moaned as she slid the two fingers she' d touched herself with between his lips.
"So sweet." He held her fingers with the sharp edge of his teeth, savoring her essence.
Sami held herself up, arching her hips toward him. A growl rumbled in his chest, a primal representation for his inner battle. His hands, wrenched at the button and fly closure of his pants. Shrugging the straps off his suspenders off from his wide shoulders, the rustle of his pants falling down his thighs unacknowledged by either of them.
EJ grabbed her hips, sliding her body to the very edge of the desk, stepping between her thighs. Her body shadowed by his, he squinted down at her core, wishing he could had the advantage of bright light. Desperate to absorb every nuance of their joining.
Sami gasped as she felt the blunt weight, the scalding heat as he positioned his cock, poised at the clasp of her body. A cursory flick of his wrist spread her juices over the head, assuring himself of her readiness. With no further hesitation, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Sami screamed, her throaty wail echoing around them. She threw her arms around him, clutching, scraping her nails down his shirt clad back. Her inner walls stretched over his impressive girth, straining to accommodate what she' d been dying for. The razor sharp edge of pain combined with suffocating pleasure for them both. Marking each of them in ways, they both remembered, but memory had faded dull with the passage of time and self protective mechanisms.
"Samantha!" He stilled, feeling the resistance of her body, the way she gave so freely to him, when it obvious he hurt her. "You re so...oh, God." He groaned, feeling the rhythmic clamping of her legs around his hips.
"Please!" She whimpered, biting down on his shirtfront, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Tight." He grit through his teeth. EJ tried. Lord knows how he tried to remain motionless, giving her a chance to catch up, to adjust. "I' m sorry." He pulled back, an inch before surging forward again with a vicious snap of his hips.
She cried out again, clinging to him. EJ wound one arm behind her back, his hand fisting in her hair. The other he clamped around her waist, his fingers digging into her hip. Their joining would leave marks and scars on them both, both physical and emotional.
With a noise pulled from the depths of his soul, he shifted, turning his head, pressing his mouth just above her ear. "Samantha. " With agonizing control, he started to withdraw, pulling out. Sami shivered against him, his voice piercing her soul.
"No! " Rocking her hips, she refused to allow either of them the luxury of time. There would be enough time for doubt and recriminations later. Now, she just wanted to feel.
"Give yourself a minute, darling." He murmured into her hair, his hips moving of their own accord. "You 're so bloody tight. God, you feel amazing."
"Only you. " She moaned, the slow cautious thrusts he gifted them with, paving the path for mutual enjoyment.
"What?" EJ groaned, the tempo increasing as her body relaxed around him, her core responding with fresh liquid heat. Burning him, enslaving him.
"I 'm yours." Sami tipped her head to the side, exposing the slim column of her neck to his nipping teeth and laving tongue. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, streaking over the tight slabs of his muscled back. "No one else." She lifted her hips, changing the angle of his penetration.
"Don't lie. Not now. Not about this." Deeper, he took her, pinning her to the desk with the flat of his hand tight against her hip.
"I 'm not." She gasped, feeling the building of the storm low in her belly. An invisible coil tightening, she bucked her hips, grinding her clit against the base of his cock. "I 've never been with any other. "
Her confession sent another surge of blood to his cock, the knowledge that he was the only one to have her intimately swelling him further. Unable to hold back, their mating took on a furious pace. The desk scraped against the floor, tearing the carpet under the force of his thrusts. Their ragged panting breaths. Grunts. Sighs. The jangle of change in his pockets. Desperate pleas. Animalistic, he sawed his hips back and forth, the melody and cadence as wild as they were. Gritting his teeth against the gathering of the storm, he released her hip to thread his fingers between them. A gentle roll of her clit in direct opposition to the punishing pace of his cock. "Cum for me, Samantha." He nipped at her ear, suckling the bundle of flesh into his mouth.
She seized around him, her inner walls clamping down like a vise as she came. A high pitched scream accompanied the blood she drew, her fingernails scoring his skin. Claiming him as viciously as he had her. Not slowing, he pushed through her body' s contractions, her favorite sound echoing as the pleasure filled agony hurtled him over the brink moments later, filling her with pulse after pulse of his hot release.
Boneless, exhausted and fulfilled, EJ collapsed on top of her. The desk groaned under the mistreatment. Sami crushed beneath his weight, could do nothing but smile.