Chapter Nineteen

Amy closed her text book, relieved to finally have the last few pages of the chapter out of her way. With a yawn, she stretched her arms high above her head, attempting to work out the kinks in the muscles that had knotted up in her back. She hadn't heard a sound from Sam in over half an hour. He'd disappeared into the living room with his computer as soon as Dean and Leah had taken off, and she wondered if he was still gathering information off the internet.

Peeking into the other room, she found him seated on the sofa with the computer tucked securely on his lap. From her position in the doorway, she took advantage of the opportunity to observe him while remaining unnoticed. He was studying the screen, absorbing some new bit of information that had captured his interest. She couldn't see from that distance, but she knew there would be a slight crinkling of his eyes as he took it all in.

She liked that she knew him so well. He was the only man she could say that about. The only one she could be herself around because she trusted him completely. And the only man she'd ever been madly in love with.

A serene smile graced her lips. Sweet, gentle, caring Sam. She closed her eyes and let the joy of her love for him surround her. Was there any better feeling in the world than knowing the mere thought of a loved one could comfort you so thoroughly?

"Amy? You okay, hon?"

The rich tone of his voice nudged her from the semi-meditative state. Mocha colored eyes opened to land softly on his concerned face. Had Sam been close enough to look into their depths he would have seen the heartfelt emotions reflected in them and known there was no need to worry.

"I'm perfect, Sam. Just perfect."

He gave a small nod, but his look was inquisitive. Although Amy's highly expressive persona had mellowed in the past year, she was still more apt to chat aimlessly at any given moment than sit passively by. Clearly something was on her mind. "I can put this up for now if there's something you want to do."

How sweet. How Sam. Her gaze flitted over him. It touched upon his head full of soft shaggy brown hair and handsome features, slid along strong broad shoulders, swept down powerful arms and noted his large, gentle hands. Lingering there, she thought of all the spectacular things those marvelous hands had done to her body and a sudden shiver raced along her spine. Like a bullet it sped downward and exploded, releasing a flourish of delicious tingling sensations between her lower extremities.

Amy was a bit surprised by her intense reaction, considering they'd been up most of the night making love. She should be too drained to get swept up in another bout of desire. Then again, she couldn't seem to get enough of Sam.

Temptation nipped at her and she eyed him longingly, but he was busy and probably worn out from their long night. Best to leave him alone. For a little while anyway.

She waved away his offer. "I'm fine. You go ahead and finish. I know what you're doing is important. I'll jump in the shower and we can do something afterwards."

The left side of his mouth curved into a little half-smile "Okay. If you're sure." he said, then lowered his head to view the screen once more.

Amy forced herself down the short hallway and gathered some clean clothes and a towel before entering the master bath. The room was rather small, but not bad for an apartment. She loved the more spacious baths that were found in large homes and hoped to have her own one day.

That thought triggered off memories of the house she and Leah had grown up in. As Amy turned the faucets and adjusted the water temperature, she wondered if her sister missed that old house as much as she did. Leah's decision to sell it was the right one for her at the time, but Amy suspected a small part of Leah would always regret that choice. After all, she'd gone half crazy scrambling to get the loan to buy it when their father had decided to sell.

With the water set to where heat and steam were beginning to roll out and fill the room, she stripped off her clothes and stepped under the shower head. The stinging pelts felt glorious as they rained down on her.

Amy stood beneath the hot spray for several minutes, letting her body relax. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back and dipped it beneath the water as she slid her fingers through her hair. A soft thump startled her and she looked around to find Sam by the door. He was leaning back against it, watching her.

The idea of Sam there, his eyes on her while she bathed, sent a shiver of anticipation through her. Amy poured a ribbon of body wash onto her sea sponge and squeezed the suds through it. She ran the sponge along her arm, taking her time with slow small circles, working her way up to her shoulder and throat.

Sneaking a sideways look at Sam, she saw that he was staring at her hungrily, his chest visibly heaving with his labored breathing. Knowing how he loved to caress her breasts, Amy squeezed the sponge lightly allowing a cascade of soap bubbles to slide down over each one. She brushed the sponge over her nipples which grew agonizingly tight with each stroke and she moaned with pleasure.

The erotic sound drew Sam away from the door. His eyes never wavered from her as he stalked forward. Amy continued to caress herself. She soaped her belly, the sudsy rivulets running down into the brown curls between her legs. She could see that Sam was following that slow trail along her body, his eyes burning with his need for her as he blindly struggled to remove his clothing.

The pile on the floor quickly grew until Sam was naked, his cock standing out proudly, glistening with desire. He slid open the shower door and stepped inside. Water dampened his hair and trailed over the solid muscles of his massive chest.

"Amy. You know how beautiful you are? How much I want you?" Sam drew her into a deep kiss, his tongue casually exploring then demanding.

"Mmmm, let's find out how much you want me, shall we Sam?" Rising up on her toes, Amy dragged her nipples across his slick body, then reached down and wrapped her hand around his erection. She began to stroke the smooth hot flesh and felt the power of her touch in the shudder that rippled through him.

She increased the speed of her caresses and he groaned. "It won't take long if you keep that up."

Unclasping her fingers, he turned her around. His throbbing cock pressed into her back and her own need swelled between her legs.

Amy sank against Sam's chest as his large hands cupped her breasts. He began to knead them, his fingers capturing the coral nipples and gently rolling them, causing Amy's back to arch. He eased forward until the pulsing stream of hot water poured over their bodies. "I love your breasts." he whispered near her ear. "I love your stomach." One hand crept down, his fingers splayed across her belly.

"Keep going." she practically pleaded, yearning to feel his hand continue on it's course until his long fingers were buried inside of her.

"I love," he hesitated. "Your bellybutton."

Smiling, Amy said, "Bellybutton, Sam? I was hoping you'd go a little further south!"

"I know." he teased.

Sam shifted his hips and she could feel his cock burning a trail along her spine, his balls rubbing the top of her ass. Amy was thankful for the water rushing over them as it was the only thing keeping her from bursting into flames.

Turning to face him, she caught the playful gleam in his hazel eyes. She slid her arms around his waist and scraped her nails along his back before digging them in. "Sam!"

"This what you want?" he asked. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, then dipped lower to press lightly between her legs. He parted her swollen flesh, stroking her clit before pushing into her wet heat.

Widening her stance, Amy sighed. "Oh yes, Sam." Her hand reached around the back of his head, pulling him close. "That's what I want." she said against his lips. "And more. I want more."

His mouth fastened over hers and he kissed her hungrily as his fingers slid in and out. She moaned and began to thrust her hips in time with him, the sensations swirling through her, bringing her to the brink of both pleasure and pain. He pumped faster and she climbed higher still, until at last she reached the summit and stepped off. Amy's climax tore through her and all she could do was cling tightly to Sam and ride it out.

When the tension left Amy's body, Sam asked, "Still want more?"

"Of you. Always."

Sam twisted around so his back took the full force of the water. With tongue and teeth, he licked and nibbled his way along the column of her throat. Amy leaned back, supported by Sam's strong arms, her breasts jutting upward. Unable to refuse the enticing offer, he touched the tip of his tongue to one soft underside, running it slowly up the firm mound until reaching the peak. He circled the pebbled nipple, flicking it lightly before pulling it deeply into the moist heat of his mouth.

Gasping at the ravenous assault, Amy gripped at Sam's hair, her aching need to have him fill her almost unbearable. As if he understood, Sam's mouth journeyed upward to capture hers. His hands cupped her rounded bottom and swiftly lifted her up. Amy threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pressing her against the cool tiles, Sam sought out her slick entrance and thrust slowly into her. Amy moaned into his mouth as his cock filled her. The tips of her fingers dug into his shoulders as her tiny muscles clenched around him, loving the feel of him buried so deeply inside of her.

Sam began to thrust into her and she lifted her hips, matching his rhythm. He buried his face against her neck, grunting as he quickened his pace. Amy could feel the muscles of his buttocks flexing beneath her calves as she clung to him.

Pressed between the heat of his body and the cool wall, she focused on the flurry of sensations that started at her core and blazed outward, touching every inch of her. Then Sam ducked one hand in between them and began to stroke her clit. Amy cried out from the jolt of pure ecstasy that flashed through her. With both his cock and fingers driving her on, she was swept up and away in the current. The force of her release so powerful she was left shaking uncontrollably in its wake.

Feeling her explode around him, Sam shifted slightly and brought his hand back around to grip her bottom. With long, deep thrusts he chased after his own release now. He felt Amy's fingers glide over his back, the feathery touch an exhilarating sensation, and it pushed him over the edge. Gritting his teeth, Sam groaned, and with a few final deep thrusts, his cock jerked and pulsed inside her.

Amy played with the damp curls at the back of Sam's neck as he rested his head against her shoulder. His ragged breaths sent little shivers through her as they brushed her skin, causing her to smile. She knew he must be exhausted so despite her desire to stay in that very position forever, Amy tugged gently on his hair.

"You can put me down now." she said softly.

"Can't move." Sam mumbled, his lips tickling her as he spoke.

Suppressing a giggle, Amy tried again. "Not even for lunch?"

His head lifted and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Okay, maybe for lunch I could move a little."

Amy released her lock on his waist as Sam eased out of her. She let her legs drop down, but she was a bit wobbly. Holding onto her, Sam turned off the water and grabbed her towel, wrapping her in it before lifting her into his arms.

Amy sighed contentedly as he carried her to her bedroom and set her on the bed. He disappeared into the hallway for a moment, coming back with another towel. He ran it quickly over his damp locks, then wrapped it around his hips.

Stretching out beside her, Sam pulled her snuggly up against him. "How about we eat later?" he asked, having little energy left.

"Later." Amy agreed.

TBC