WARNING/DISCLAIMER: Children look away. Smut to follow.
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chapter thirty six
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she's a candle burning in my room
yeah i'm like the needle, needle and spoon
over the counter with a shotgun
pretty soon everybody got one
and the fever when i'm beside her
desire, desire
-U2, "Desire"
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August 31, 2003
Martha's Vineyard
12:10 am
The entire family lingered in the foyer as they said their goodnights, but Martin's thoughts were anywhere but with the rest of his family. From the moment Samantha had left the bathroom that afternoon in that dress, he had wanted nothing more than to devour her. His desire had only been fueled when they had danced together that evening, the ability to hold her and kiss her in public exciting a primitive instinct to show off the fact that he was with her. To show off the fact that he was with someone who was everything she was: intelligent, funny, beautiful, sexy. Someone who made his heart beat just a little faster even when they had to be apart and who was, in his mind, quickly becoming a permanent fixture in his life.
Somehow, he managed to wish the rest his family a good night without embarrassing himself or Sam and led her up the seemingly interminable stairwell and down the hallway to his bedroom. The door finally shut behind them, and he stood behind her, pulling her snugly against him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nipped at her earlobe. "I've been waiting all night to get you alone," he whispered throatily.
She gave a soft laugh, which turned into a hushed moan as he spun her around in his arms and began to kiss the sensitive spot where her collarbone met her throat. He began to run his arms along her soft, smooth skin from the nape of her neck, her shoulders, her back, until they finally came to rest on the gentle curve of her ass. "Mmmm, Martin --" she said huskily, "we have to be --"
"Quiet. I know," he finished for her, cutting her off as he moved from her neck to kiss her full on the lips. Their tongues mingled and tasted furiously as she began to work his suit jacket off of his shoulders and loosen his tie. She made quick work of his dress shirt, tugging the shirttails from his slacks and hastening to unfasten all of the buttons. When she began to yank at his undershirt, he laughed against her lips. Apparently he was not the only one who was eager.
Pulling away rather reluctantly, he turned her around and found, with only minimal difficultly, the hidden zipper on the back of her dress. He pulled down on the zipper and slowly revealed the smooth skin of her back, pressing gentle kisses along the nape of her neck. He helped her out of the dress while she kicked off her heels, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck, he traced indistinct patterns across her stomach, eliciting a soft moan when he cupped her breasts through the lace of her bra. Finally unable to stand it any longer, he tugged his undershirt over his head and pulled her snug against him, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin.
He kicked his shoes off and toed his socks away, and began to place languid kisses along her collarbone as his hands massaged her back. She removed his belt and began to work on the button of his slacks at a slow, antagonizing pace, a sly grin against her lips signaling that she knew just how much the work of her normally nimble fingers was tormenting him. After what seemed like nearly an eternity, his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, releasing a pleasurable groan as one of her hands found its way inside his boxers to give him a gentle squeeze.
His hardness pressed up against her as he lifted her carefully to the bed, kissing her again and again as they fell down against the soft, plush mattress. He wanted this kiss to tell her everything he couldn't quite find the words for, for all the words she might not be ready to hear yet - but that he wanted her to know anyway. He traced his hands along her spine, stopping as he reached the clasp of her bra to release it, and pinning her down on the mattress, his hands immediately began to knead the tender, newly-exposed flesh. He kissed from her chin along her throat and down to her chest, until he reached the valley between her breasts, and finally brought his mouth around one of her erect pink nipples, nipping and sucking. He cupped the other breast in his hands, thumb brushing over the taut bud, and she arched her back and writhed beneath him with want.
The hushed, desperate sounds coming from her lips were music to his ears, and he left her breasts to trail languid kisses down from her rib cage to her abdomen. He held her hips still with one hand and ran a light touch up her inner thighs with the other. He stroked her through her panties, feeling a thrill run through his body at the warm wetness he found there. He dragged her panties slowly down her legs, spreading them as he replaced his hand with his mouth. He kissed her at the apex of her thighs, watching her face intently as she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. He kissed, nibbled and tongued as he spread her lips, and she panted and moaned softly above him.
When she let go and her orgasm overtook her, he shifted himself so that he hovered over her once again and held her close as she went limp in his arms. He trailed soft, wet kisses along her shoulders, throat, face, and temple as her ragged breathing eventually slowed and she came down from her high. She opened her beautiful brown eyes, pupils dilated and dark with desire. He grinned mischievously at her.
Smirking back, she pushed forcefully at his shoulder, rolling them over so that she was straddling him, her hips grinding against his. He bucked his hips to meet her, and she slithered suggestively down his body. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and off before discarding them to some unimportant location on the floor. She took hold of his shaft as she made her way back up toward him, running nimble fingers from root to tip and back again. He hardened even further at her touch and, not wanting to wait any longer, took hold of her elbows and gently tugged her away before she could lower her mouth onto him. "Just want you," he murmured, pulling her down to kiss her full on the lips.
She linked her fingers in his and gave him a winning smile through dark, unfocused eyes. "You've got me," she whispered back, nibbling on his earlobe. She had a devilish glint in her eyes as she pushed his shoulders back and worked her hips against his. He released a guttural moan when she lowered herself onto him, bucking his hips up to meet her as he felt the comfortable thrill of being connected to Sam in this way. He fondled her breasts as she moved on top of him and silently thought that there could not be a sight more beautiful than that of the look on Sam's face as they made love. His skin burned at the lightest of her touches, leaving a fire trail in her wake as she ran her hands along his chest, shoulders, and back. It stung only slightly as she dug her nails into him, but the subtle marks would be welcome reminders of her presence in the coming days when they were apart once again.
He kissed her long and hard and sucked on her lower lip, his hips buckling as they moved together. She lowered herself again and he filled her to the hilt as they found their release. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he spilled himself deep inside her and her inner walls clenched around him again and again. She collapsed on top of him, her face flushed and sweaty and her heart racing in time with his.
They lay together in post-coital bliss, both happily satiated, and the only sounds that of their heavy, panting breaths as they slowly returned to earth. The comfortable silence fell in around them as she settled herself against his side, her body snug against his as her head rested on his shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss against her temple as she giggled into his shoulder. "Yes?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Oh, nothing," she smirked. "Just thinking that your father wouldn't have been nearly as nice to me earlier if he had known I was bringing you up here to corrupt you."
He laughed and ran his hand along her bare side, pulling her impossibly closer to him. "Hey, Sam," he said finally, his voice soft and suddenly serious. She tilted her head to look at him. "Thank you for coming tonight."
Her brown eyes wide, she bit her lip thoughtfully as she said, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
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