A Fresh Start
Chapter Sixty Six
Jeffrey hugs Ava good-bye before closing the door. Walking back into the living room, he finds Sam standing at the window looking out over Springfield. Walking over to her, he slips his arms around her, pulling her back against him as he asks. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Sam says, pulling his arms tighter around her.
"You're worried about Olivia. You know that I will not let…."
"I know that. I didn't…"
"You didn't what?"
Sighing she turns to him. "Our wedding is about us and what we feel for each other and our baby."
"That's what it will be about."
"Not now, I don't want her coming in and starting something. I want you all to myself and now we have to worry, will she do something?"
"We'll have security there. She won't…."
"We have to have security at our wedding. We have to worry about what she'll do. I don't want that." Sam says, pulling away from him and walking over to the couch.
As she sits down she reaches up to wipe a tear from her cheek. Turning he catches her. Walking over to the couch, he puts his arm across her shoulders and draws her closer to him. "Are you upset because she knows…?"
"Of course, I'm upset because she knows."
"…or is there more to it than the wedding." Jeffrey asks, as she moves closer to him.
"I don't know. Maybe its last weekend on top of what happened today."
"What, did she say something to you when you were with Ava?"
"No, she didn't say a word to me. She talked to Ava about Emma. I'm talking about when I went to Oakdale."
"What happened in Oakdale and why were you over there?"
"I had some business to take care of and I saw Jacob…." She feels him stiffen.
"Why do you insist on calling him by his first name?"
"He asked me too."
"And we both know why he did."
"Why he did, doesn't…?" She was going to say it doesn't matter but it did. "Okay, it does. But you use Olivia's name."
"She's Ava's mother, we have a history. What do you have with this guy?"
"Nothing, listen. I know what you think…."
"He wants you Sam."
"Yes, he does. But I don't want him and I told him that today while I was in Oakdale."
"I thought you told him that last weekend…." Sam looks away for a couple of seconds before Jeffrey asks. "What did he say? Did he try to force…?"
"No, he didn't try to force anything. He was asking me about the bruise, wanting to know what happened and how I got it."
"But I thought you told him..."
"I did. I told him last weekend that you weren't the one that hit me and again today but he didn't believe me."
"He…."
"I set him straight J, but it's all been too much." Sam says, reaching up and wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"Alright." Jeffrey says, reaching for her.
"Why can't it just be about us and the baby? Why can't it be about us being together again? Why do we have all these complications?" Sam says, reaching up to wipe some more tears away.
"It's okay? He's not going to stop us…." Sam starts to say something but Jeffrey continues. "…nor will Olivia. We're going to have our wedding and our baby and we're going to be happy. They are not a threat to us." Jeffrey says, holding her.
After a few minutes, Sam sighs softly. Reaching up she wipes her face again before she says. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh." Jeffrey whispers. "I'll keep you and our baby safe and we'll have a beautiful wedding."
"What about security?"
"I'll speak to Frank first. We'll see if we can get SPD officers to provide security, if we can't then I'll call in a favor and have agents from the agency to do it."
"I don't want our guests…."
"I'll tell them to be discreet. Our guest will not know that they are there."
"If they have to be checked before they are allowed to come in then they will know something is wrong."
"We have to have some one there."
"We don't know for a fact that Olivia will do something that day."
"No, we don't, but I'm not going to let her ruin it for us. We're having it in a very public place she can do anything to anyone. She can get onto the property from anywhere because it's a public park and it's so close to the Beacon and if she was planning to do something to either of us it would be the perfect opportunity for her."
"Alright, but ask Frank first."
"I will. I'll even authorize overtime and pay it myself if I have to." Jeffrey says, lightly kissing the top of her head.
William is leaving a meeting with a couple of royal council members when Colonel Mitchell walks up to him. "Sir." He says, as William turns to him.
"Yes."
"I need to discuss an important matter with you." He says, holding up a file.
"Yes of course." William replies, turning to the council members. "Gentlemen, if that is all, I must take care of this."
"Yes of course, Your Highness. They reply turning away as William turns to Colonel Mitchell.
"What is it Colonel?"
"Sir, I've received the report on the analysis you ordered on the tape we received from Princess Cassie's doctor." Colonel Mitchell says, holding up the tape.
"We'll discuss this in my office." William says, walking towards his office.
When he walks in Jodi is sitting at her desk working on some correspondence that William had dictated to her earlier that morning. "Jodi, contact Natalie and ask her come to my office immediately?"
"Yes, Your Highness." She replies, as William and Colonel Mitchell continue into his office.
Closing the door behind them, William asks. "Did you look at the report?"
"No sir, I thought you would want to see the results first."
William nods, looking down at the folder. "I think I'll wait till Natalie gets here."
"Yes Sir." Colonel Mitchell says, sitting down in front of William's desk.
About ten minutes later, Jodi buzzes William. "Yes." He replies, holding the button down.
"Sir, Ms. Portman has arrived."
"Send her in." William replies, before releasing the button.
A few seconds later, there is a knock on William's door before it opens and Natalie walks into the office. "You wanted to see me Sir."
"Yes, please come in and close the door behind you."
"Yes Sir." She replies, walking into the room and closing the door.
"Please have a seat." William says, indicating the other chair in front of his desk. "Colonel Mitchell has just brought me the results of the analysis I ordered on the tape we received from Cassie's former doctor." William says, indicating the file lying on his desk. "I haven't looked at it, but I am fairly certain that it will say that the tape hasn't been tampered with. As such, it is a fairly convincing and key piece of evidence into what happened after Cassie's accident and when my nephew was born." He finishes, opening the file and looking over the analyst's report.
Closing the file after he finishes reading the report he is silent for a few seconds before he sits back and then looks up at them. "What does it say Sir?" Colonel Mitchell asks.
"That I was correct. The tape has not been tampered with and can be authenticated." William replies, laying the report on his desk.
"So, what do we do?" Colonel Mitchell asks.
"I think, first we need to view the tape." William says, getting up and taking the tape he walks over to the TV across the room from them.
Turing it on, he puts the tape into the player and then pushes play after a few seconds, Dr. Peters appears. Clearing his throat, the doctor begins to speak. "My name is Dr. Maxwell Peters, Chief of the Ob/Gyn Department at Saint Luke's Hospital, San Cristobel. I am making this tape to document the events leading up to this moment. I know that should this tape come to light, that it can and will likely be disputed as hearsay and my word against Prince Edmund, but I could not do what was asked of me without leaving some kind of proof as to what has happened.
First let me say this, Prince Richard's and Princess Cassie's baby did not die as they were told earlier this afternoon. He was in fact delivered at approximately 3:45 this afternoon very much alive and quite healthy for a baby being delivered almost three months prematurely. However, under duress provided by Prince Edmund, I was forced to tell the former Prince and Princesses that their son had died in the womb following the accident Princess Cassie was involved in a few nights ago.
Some of you may question my intentions and even say that I am trying to attack Prince Edmund to my own gain and to cover any mistakes that I may have made. My only gain in making this tape is to elevate some of my guilt and to provide the truth behind the moments leading up to this point. I will always have to live with what has happened and what I have done to my profession, my country, my Prince and his Princess and to myself. You may even wonder what exactly did happened, I will get to that. But let me say this before I do. I had no other choice in what I have done.
Prince Edmund never blackmailed me in the traditional sense of that word. He did not threaten my family. He did not have incriminating evidence in some crime that I have committed. He did not have proof of some moral indiscretion that I have done. He simply threatened to take away the one thing a man holds most dear in their life. He threatened my freedom. He told me that unless I did as he instructed he would have me arrested, tried and convicted of crimes against the state, where I could possibly face death should I be convicted and may there be no doubt in your mind, I would have been convicted, if I did not do as he ordered." Dr. Peters takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly before he continues.
"Now to what exactly was ordered and when this happened. Princess Cassie was brought into the hospital two days ago following and accident she had been involved in with her sister Mrs. Reva Shayne Lewis below the palace. We were able to stabilize Her Highness and the fetus. And I ordered that they both be placed under close watch. About twelve hours after the accident, a man approached me with a letter from His Highness and ordered me to read it immediately.
In the letter, Prince Edmund ordered that I give Princess Cassie a drug to induce her labor and that before the baby was born another drug should be administered to knock her out before she delivered. After this was done, when Cassie was awake he ordered that she and his brother Prince Richard be told that the baby died from complications of the accident. He would then take custody of the child. He never explained to me as to what he would do with the child, only to induce her labor and then to give him the baby. I of course immediately refused to do this, and the men that Prince Edmund had sent threatened, as I previously stated to have me arrested and imprisoned unless I cooperated with Edmund's plan.
I insisted that I couldn't knowingly give the Princess drugs to induce labor when she was still several weeks from being due to deliver due to the oath that I had taken," to first, do no harm". I take that oath seriously. I know that some of you will question that, but I do. I am a good doctor. But back to Prince Edmund, I offered and alternative to Prince Edmund. I agreed to leave a syringe on Princess's Cassie bedside table with the correct dosage to induce the Princesses labor.
I absolutely refused to give the injection to the Princess myself. The man that approached me returned to Prince Edmund and gave him my suggestions, upon which Prince Edmund agreed to. Prince Edmund gave instructions as to when he wanted this to happen, suggesting that we wait a few days, until Richard and Cassie began to relax about the accident. Becoming complacent enough to believe that everything would be fine and then the men Edmund had sent to watch them would administer the drug once Cassie was alone. What happened after Princess Cassie was rushed into delivery and delivered the baby. I do not know. That is all I know and I hope that all of this has been explained.
To Prince Richard and Princess Cassie, I do apologize for the pain you were brought through, and I wish that I could have done something to change what happened. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive my part in what has happened. Thank you."
For a few moments the room is filled with silence as the tape runs out and starts to rewind. "Prince Edmund actually ordered her labor be induced." Colonel Mitchell says, staring at the television.
"It would appear so." William replies, getting up and walking over to the TV and ejecting the tape.
"How do you want to precede Your Highness?" Natalie asks.
"I'm not really sure how to proceed. Edmund is locked up for his involvement in returning Will to San Cristobel a few years ago. The country already knows the lengths Edmund would have gone to hurt Richard and Cassie."
"But the people deserve and explanation as to what happened those few days that Princess Cassie was in the hospital and Master William was born." Colonel Mitchell says.
"Natalie, what do you suggest? And what do you believe will be the ramifications if we do announce this to the country?" William asks.
"There will be people that believe the tape and there will be people that still believe that Prince Edmund could not hurt his brother in this manner."
"There is undeniable proof that Edmund hated Richard, by his own admission he tried to over throw the monarchy on several different occasions. He also attacked Cassie on several occasions as well."
"Still there will be citizens who will believe that the doctor is trying to blame Prince Edmund for his mistake and that Prince Edmund had nothing to do with what happened in the hospital those few days."
"It's a documented fact that Edmund was desperate to find Prince Richard and Princess Cassie in the weeks that followed Prince Richard's announcement to his illegitimacy. He eventually had Princess Cassie locked in the tower here on the palace grounds." Colonel Mitchell says.
"That accusation was never proven." Natalie says.
"So, are you saying that we say nothing? The country wants to know how and why this happened." Colonel Mitchell asks.
"I'm only saying that you're going to get mixed reactions to this." Natalie replies.
"But everyone has their opinion when something like this happens." Colonel Mitchell says.
"Yes, they do. But we have to weigh which would be most productive. Releasing the tape and letting the country hear it, or simply giving it to Prince Richard and Princess Cassie and let them know what happened. They were the ones injured in this."
"And so was the country." William replies, sitting down at his desk.
"Yes Sir, I realize that. But the country knows that Edmund was corrupt and vicious man. They know about all the abuses that Princess Cassie uncovered after he was removed from the throne. We have to ask ourselves what would be gained by releasing another one."
"For one thing Edmund can't hide behind it anymore. All of his corruption will be brought forward. He can't deny it." William says
"But you know that he will."
"He's locked in prison. Do you believe that many people will still believe him?"
"Even though, he is locked in prison Sir. He still has supporters on the island." Natalie points out.
"He's hidden behind this secret for more than five years now." William says, getting up and walking over to the window. He stands there for several seconds looking out at the ocean before he turns and orders. "I want you to draft a press release stating that we have found proof that Edmund was involved in the events leading up to the false statements about my nephew's death. And we will let the people decide if Edmund should be punished for this crime. Also announce that no charges will be brought against the Hospital, Dr. Peters or the staff that took care of Cassie."
"Yes Sir, when do you want the press announcement made?" Natalie asks.
"As soon as…."
"Sir, might I make a suggestion." Colonel Mitchell asks.
"Of course Colonel."
"Sir, it occurred to me that Natalie maybe right, some people may believe that the Doctor had his own agenda when these events happened as the Doctor pointed out in the tape. He may in fact have had a grudge against Prince Richard and Princess Cassie and decided to hurt them the most convenient way at the time."
"What are you suggesting?"
"I think we need to do a through background on the doctor. We need to see if he had any connections to groups that supported removing the Winslow's from power, both Prince Richard and Prince Edmund. We need to see if he had any personal stake in hurting them on his own before we completely lay the blame on Prince Edmund."
"Are you saying that you don't buy that Edmund is the one responsible for this?'
"No Sir, not at all. But I think what Natalie and the doctor were trying to point out is that there will be people that question the authenticity of the tape."
"We have the analysis…."
"Excuse me for interrupting, but it's not enough Sir." Natalie says. "There will be people that believe we are only laying the blame on Edmund because we have always blamed him for things that went wrong with Prince Richard and Princess Cassie."
"But he was the responsible party."
"That may be true Sir, but we need to have proof that he is most likely the only one that would conceive this plan."
"The plan sounds like Edmund, especially if he is Prince George's son. The same thing was done to my mother." William says, looking at each of them. "But you're right. We'll look into the doctor's past and we'll see what we find. I want you to get on that immediately Colonel."
"Yes Sir."
"We will make the announcement after we have your report."
"Yes Sir."
"That is all." William says, standing up. Natalie and Colonel Mitchell leave a few seconds later as William turns back to the window. He stares out at the ocean.
When Olivia returns to the Beacon after speaking to Ava and finding the invitation, Emma had asked to spend the night at one of her friend's houses, Olivia welcomed the chance to be alone. After she left, Olivia sits down on the couch in her suite and in her mind rereads the invitation. "You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. Jeffrey O'Neill and Ms. Samantha Ann Whitley on September 3, 2007 at the Springfield Light house." "He's going to marry her." Olivia whispers to the empty room. "I can't believe he wants to marry her, why her? She's… She's… She's not me? I'm the one he should be marrying, not her. He loves me. I know he does."
Reaching for the phone, Olivia dials Simmons phone number and after a couple rings he picks up. "Yes."
"We have some developments."
"Okay."
"They are getting married."
"Okay." Simmons replies nonchalantly.
"You realize what this means?"
"No, I'm sorry but I don't."
"They are getting married."
"Are you saying that you don't want to continue with the operation."
"NO! I'm saying that we have to hurry."
"Olivia, if we hurry we take the risk of being caught. If you want this to work we have to wait for the most opportune moment to move."
"I may have that moment. The wedding is set for Labor Day Weekend at the Light House."
"And they will be surrounded by security. He is the mayor. We would be walking into a trap."
"It's a public place, they would…."
"If they know that you know they are getting married, they will be expecting you to try something on that day and security will be doubled if not tripled and this whole operation will be for nothing. We have to wait a little longer."
"But he's going to marry her."
"And marriages can be taken care of, but if we're in prison it won't matter."
Someone knocks on Olivia's door. "I have to go. Someone is knocking. We'll discuss this some more." Olivia says, as the person knocks again this time a little harder. Olivia hangs up and walks over to the door. "I hope this is import…." Olivia says as she opens the door and sees Ava. "Ava!" she says, in surprise. "Did you come…?"
"Do not act like you're surprised that I'm here." Ava says, pushing past her and into the room.
"Is something wrong? Did something happen to the…?"
"I know." Ava says, staring at her mother.
"You know, you know what?"
"I know that you went through my purse while I was in the bathroom at Company and I know that you saw the invitation. If you do anything to stop that wedding, if you do anything to hurt him or Sam I will never forgive you and you will no longer be allowed in my life or my child's life. Do you understand me? This is enough. He loves her. He wants her and you have to face and accept that. It's over."
"Ava, you need to calm down. This isn't good for the baby."
"I'll calm down when you open your eyes and realize that Dad doesn't want you. He's in love with Sam."
"He thinks he love…."
"No, he loves her. And if you do anything to stop this wedding, I will never forgive you. Stay away from me, stay away from Dad and Sam and stay out of my belongings. I can't believe that you went through my purse." Ava says, turning and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind her, hard enough to shake the pictures hanging on the wall in Olivia's room as she stares at the door.
Jeffrey leans back against the couch, as Sam lays her head on his shoulder. He's running his fingers through her hair as she snuggles in closer to him. "Are you okay now?" he asks, lightly kissing her forehead.
"Yes." She replies as she nods "I guess the hormones are starting to get to me." She says with a smile.
"So, I can expect to see you in tears at any moment about anything now." Jeffrey replies, smiling.
"Or in a temper at any moment."
"I like you better when you're crying." Jeffrey says, softly rubbing her shoulders.
"Umm, why?"
"I know how to calm you down when you're crying of course." Jeffrey replies, still running his fingers through her hair.
"And what if I don't want to calm down?"
"I think I can convince you to."
"You do."
"Yes."
"A little over confident, don't you think. I mean we are dealing with the hormones of pregnancy. Most men are terrified of them." Sam says, moving to lie down, lying across his lap and against the arm of the couch.
"We're not terrified but we don't know how to handle them, or I should say you with them."
"Why do you think we have to be handled? Maybe we just want you to let us vent and after we do, we all feel better."
"Do you really want that?" Jeffrey asks, looking down at her.
"Of course we want that. We're not helpless."
"Of course not, but you know there are times when you want us to fix whatever the problem is."
"Yes, but we tell you that?"
"You do, how? It seems the same to me."
"No, there's a difference. When we're only venting our body language is different from when we need you to fix something."
"Why can't you just tell us?"
"You should know the difference."
Jeffrey looks down at her for a few seconds before he says. "Haven't we had this conversation before?"
"Ah, I think we have. We didn't agree then either." Sam says, sitting up.
"And if I remember right, you slept on the couch that night. Are you going to sleep on the couch tonight?"
"No, I would much rather sleep with you."
"You would." Jeffrey asks, as she moves closer to him.
"Yes, I would." Sam says softly, leaning in and kissing him softly.
"You know, I like this turn out better than the other one." Jeffrey says after he sits back.
"I do too, but you know what." Sam replies, moving closer to him.
"What?" Jeffrey asks, watching her.
"I want more." She says, leaning in to kiss him.
For several moments they kiss and when they part Jeffrey reaches up and lightly caresses her face, slowly running his fingers over her eyes, nose and lips. Lightly kissing the tips of his fingers, Sam watches him shiver slightly before she sits back. When she starts to get up, he reaches out to stop her. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right back." She says, leaning down to kiss him softly.
He watches as she walks towards the stairs and when she disappears upstairs, he gets up. Walking over to the windows he pulls the blinds, closing them until the room is dark. And then he walks over to the fireplace. Turning it on, he turns it on the lowest setting.
Taking the candle lighter off the mantel after turning the fireplace on, Jeffrey begins to light the candles sitting around the room. When he finishes, he's standing in front of the fireplace, beside the stereo. Turning it on, he turns the volume down before he reaches for the CD's laying on top. Flipping though them, he finds several CD's. Putting them in the changer, he's about to push play when Sam clears her throat behind him, turning, he stares as she walks towards him.
When she had left Company that afternoon, she had stopped at Marsha's again, to apologize for the scene that she and Olivia had made outside the store and to return the teddy that Olivia had bought and then to buy something else. Jeffrey stares at her, in the soft pink robe that's wrapped around her, the soft pink bringing out her tan. Her hair is flowing down her back and glistening in the candle light. She smiles softly at him when she stops in front of him. Taking a step closer, he reaches out and softly caresses her cheek and turning her head, she lightly kisses the palm of his hand and he feels sparks of electricity rush through him as she asks. "What do you think?"
"You're beautiful, Beca."
"I picked it up this afternoon after I left Company. I went to Marsha's to return the stuff that Olivia bought and I saw this. I thought you might like it, so I bought it."
"I do like it." Jeffrey says, slowly moving his eyes down her body.
"There's something else." Sam says, looking up at him.
"There is?" Jeffrey asks, swallowing softly. His throat suddenly has gone dry.
"Yes." Sam says, taking his hand and laying it at her waist as she looks up at him.
"Sam." He sighs softly.
"Go on." She encourages as he moves his hand along her waist to the bow tied in front.
Slowly he begins to tug on the belt as she takes a deep breath, holding it as he pulls the belt free and takes a step back. Slowly running his eyes down her, he takes a deep breath when he sees the light pink teddy lying underneath. "Beca." He sighs.
Reaching for her, he lays his hands on her shoulders underneath the robe. He brushes them across and down her arms before he takes a step back again and again he slowly runs his eyes over her. "You're beautiful. Beca." He says his voice a little hoarse.
"I didn't like what Olivia bought, but I did like her idea." Sam says, smiling up at him. "And I thought you would like it too." She says, laying her hands at his waist and looking up at him.
"I do like it, but you know I what I like even better."
"Yes." Sam says, slipping her hands under his shirt, keeping them at his waist but off his skin.
"That, but I have something else in mind." Jeffrey says, releasing her, he turns to the stereo, pushing play before he turns back to her. "Will you dance with me?" He asks, holding his hand out.
"Oui, Monsieur O'Neill." Sam whispers, moving into his arms.
"Merci, beau coup Madame Whitley." Jeffrey says, bringing her closer to him.
Slowly they begin to dance, laying her head on his chest she listens to his heart beating as they slowly move to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing. Moving his hand up her back, Jeffrey slips his hand under her hair, holding her head against him as he puts his arm across her waist.
For a few moments they simply sway to the music as the CD changes from soft Jazz to classical guitar as it shuffles through the CD's. After a few songs, Sam leans back and looks up at him. Through each dance she felt as though they were connected, their bodies and souls were communicating the words they could not find to say out loud. When he looks down, he smiles softly when he sees the love shining in her eyes. "I love you too." He whispers, reaching for and softly caressing her cheek
"How did you know…?"
"I saw it in your eyes. I see everything in your eyes." Jeffrey replies, leaning forward to kiss her softly. "I see your heart, your soul. I know how much you love me, from looking in your eyes." He says, leaning back.
"I see it too." Sam whispers, laying her head back on his chest. "I feel it in your heartbeat."
"Sam." He says softly, tightening his embrace.
"I know it in the way you hold me."
He sighs softly, fighting the intense need to love her. He wants this to last for as long as they can make it. Looking up, she catches the flashes of desire in his faded green eyes. Leaning up, she kisses him softly, tempting him.
"Beca, I want this…"
"I know." She says, slowly pushing up on his t-shirt.
Lifting his arms, he waits till she reaches them. Reaching for his shirt, he pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor as he looks down at her, giving into the temptation. Slowly running his hands up her arms, laying each on either side of her neck, gently caressing her jaw with his thumbs as he looks down into her eyes, she smiles softly as she reads his surrender in his eyes.
Leaning over, he kisses her softly at first but then with deepening passion. Wrapping her arms around his back, she moves closer to him, needing to feel his skin touching hers, as much as she can through layers of silk and lace. When Jeffrey raises his head, he takes a deep breath before he releases her. "Wait here." He says, releasing her.
She watches as he quickly walks across the room to the stairs, and she chuckles as he practically runs up them, taking them two at a time. When he returns, he is barefooted, carrying a sheet and blanket and two pillows. She watches as he walks over to the fireplace, laying the sheet on the chair behind him, he spreads the blanket out before he looks up at her.
Slowly she begins to walk towards him while she watches him as he slowly moves his gaze over her body. Stopping for a few seconds at her breasts, watching them rise and fall as she breaths. Moving his head to the side, he watches the sway of her hips as she moves. Slowly moving his eyes down her legs to her feet and smiling at her bare feet, with soft pink toe nails, the rose anklet that she always wore still attached. As she steps onto the blanket, he moves his eyes back up again watching the sway of her hips as she moves. Moving on to watching her stomach rise
and fall as she breaths and then moving on up to her breast, he shivers slightly as he imagines them free. Slowly he licks his lips as he remembers the taste of them.
By the time she stops in front of him, he has to shift his hips as his jeans grow tighter. She watches the slight shift and she shivers slightly. Holding his hands out, he watches as she takes the final steps into his arms. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her to him, kissing her. Laying her hands at his waist, her thumbs lightly brush the skin of his lower abdomen. That slight touch fills him with incredibly intense sparks of desire. Slowly he begins to move his hands up her back to her shoulders.
Reaching for the spaghetti straps that hold the teddy up, he slowly begins to push them off her shoulders and down her arms. Releasing him, she looks up at him through hooded lashes as the straps fall from her arms. Glancing down, he expect to see her breasts come free, but they are still covered by the teddy and he feels slight frustration fill him as he glances up and catches her smile.
Laying her hands at his waist again, she catches his gaze as she moves her hands along his waist to the buttons of his jeans. Reaching for the first button, she slips two fingers between his stomach and jeans, quickly unfastening it as she looks up at him. Reaching for her, he runs his hands back down her back to the top of the teddy where he finds the first of three hook and eye closers. Slipping the first one open, he looks down and watches as she opens another button on his jeans before she leans forwards and softly kisses the center of his chest.
He feels his heart skip a couple beats before it begins to pound inside his chest. Reaching for another closer, he slips it open as he leans forward and lightly kisses the side of her neck and feeling her shiver slightly as intense waves of desire rushes through her before she reaches for the next button. Popping open the next two, she leans back and looks up at him and waits.
Reaching for the final closer, he takes a step back as he slips it open and then tugs gently on the material. Glancing down, he swallows as her breasts are revealed. "You're exquisite." He says softly, gently cupping one of her breasts and relishing the feel of its weight in his hand.
Closing her eyes, she sighs softly, loving the feel of him holding her. After a couple seconds, she tugs on the final button as he sighs softly. Looking up at him, she watches him for a few seconds before she reaches for him, laying her hand against him.
"Sam." He groans, leaning forward and kissing her quickly before he bends his head and lightly begins to caress the breast he is holding.
"J" She sighs, burying the fingers of her free hand in his hair as she lets her head fall back.
Intense waves of desire and hot sparks of passion rush through them both. She gasps when she feels him tug gently on her nipple before he caresses it softly with his tongue, slowly running the nipple along his lips, occasionally licking it with his tongue. "Oh J!" she moans, pushing him closer to her.
After a couple seconds, he releases her and looks up at her and whispers "touch me, please!" before he moves to the other breast. Slipping her hand under the open jeans, she feels him shift his weight and realizes that he needs her to actually touch, hold and caress him. Pushing her hand under his boxers, she feels him begin to tremble when he feels her hand holding him. "Oh, Beca." He gasps, releasing her and reaching for the teddy.
Tugging it down, he helps her to lie down on the blanket before he pushes his jeans off him. Kicking them aside, he lays down beside her. Kissing her as he lays over her, she gasps when she feels his erection pressing against her thigh. Laying her hands on his shoulders, she leisurely moves them down his back, faintly scratching him as she moves down to his waist.
Leisurely he begins to move along her jaw to her neck, laying little kisses and softly nibbling on her ear before he moves on to her upper chest, kissing her pounding pulse at the base of her throat. He spends a few seconds there before he moves on, kissing his way down her body as he moves down till he reaches her navel, gently tonguing her until he feels her gasps before moaning loudly.
Wave upon wave of desire rushes over her as he caresses her, the need inside intensifies tenfold with each caress. "Jeffrey." She cries, arching her back as he continues to play with her. Reaching for the blanket, she grabs it, holding it tightly in her hands as she begins to pant softly.
The sound of her struggling to catch her breath and the feel of her skin underneath his mouth brings him almost to the point of release. Reaching, he pushes her legs farther apart before he moves on. Laying little kisses across her lower abdomen, he takes a moment to watch her struggle to breathe before he opens her to him. The scent of her desire rushes over him. "Beca." He whispers softly before he leans over her.
His breath feels cool against her body as she closes her eyes, arching her hips and reaching for him and the pleasure he can bring her. Leaning forward, he lightly caresses her with his tongue, drinking in her desire and need, softly caressing her as she buries her fingers in his hair and holds him tightly to her, slowly beginning to roll her hips against his mouth, lips and tongue.
After a few short moments, she feels the waves of release rush through her. Digging her fingers into his hair, she holds him against her body, shivering with each wave of release that rushes through her. "Jeffrey." She cries, arching her hips to him as he continues to caress her. She is barely over the first release when a second one rushes through her. "Oh, darlin." She cries, closing her eyes.
After a couple of seconds, her hands slips from his hair and he is able to lean over her, watching her struggle to get control again. Slowly she opens her eyes, looking up at him. "Thank you." She says, as he leans over her and kisses her.
She can taste the taste of her body lingering on his lips and it brings with it a staggering wave of desire. She begins to push against him until he leans back, looking down as she whispers. "I want to feel you." Tugging on his boxers as he takes as deep of a breath as he can, rolling to his back, he arches his hips, pulling his boxers down as she leans up and watches his body being revealed to her.
She has seen him so desperately turned on that she can't believe how much he needs her before, but this time is different, how he was able to hold on and bring her to not one release but two without loosing control, makes her want him so much that she starts to move towards him, but he shakes his head no. Kicking his boxers off, he moves back to her, kissing her as he kneels between her legs. Leaning up, she watches as he slips inside her, fulfilling both of their needs. "Sam." He groans as she begins to close around him, holding him. "Oh God! Beca." He cries as he begins to thrust.
"J, oh darlin, you feel so wonderful." She sighs, closing her eyes for a few seconds.
"You're hot Beca." He whispers, thrusting deeper inside her as she lifts her legs and he sinks deeper inside her. "I don't know… if I… can ha…ng on." He gasps, slightly switching angles.
"Jeffrey!" She cries when she feels the change and she begins to roll her hips, working with him until he begins to slow down. "No, please." She gasps, pulling him to her.
Leaning over, she kisses him as he whispers thrusting deeply inside her. "Go on Beca."
That plea takes her over as she begins to quiver with waves of desire washing over her, he thrusts a couple more times and then feels his body empting all of his desire deep inside her before he collapses in her waiting arms. Struggling to catch his breath, he feels her arms wrap around him, holding him. He moves closer to her, laying his head on her shoulder, sighing softly as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.
Laying her hand on the back of his head, Sam gently runs her fingers through his hair as she closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin touching hers, the softness of his breath as he sleeps. Closing her eyes, she falls asleep.
About ten minutes later, she slowly opens her eyes. Looking up, she finds him leaning over her, waiting for her to wake before he begins to slowly move again. "J." she whispers, closing her eyes and arching her back. Rolling to his side, he brings her with him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she begins to move, rolling her hips as he slides his hands down her body, softly caressing her while he watches her move against him. "J" she whispers, closing her eyes.
Savoring the feel of his body inside her, each caress building in intensity as one caress comes too close and she feels her body begin to quiver as he arches his back, thrusting into her as his hands fall to her hips, holding her still while he fights to hang on until she's satisfied before he feels his release rush through him again, filling her and him with intense satisfaction. Lying against him, she sighs softly while he reaches for the sheet and spreads it over them.
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