SMUT WARNING. If that is not your thing, this chapter can be skipped with no trouble as far as the storyline is concerned.

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chapter fifty-two

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and i would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
i'll take your breath away
and after i wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
-Sarah McLachlan, "Possession"

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As they stood there bathed in the soft colored lights of the Christmas tree, they continued to kiss until they finally had to pull away, breathless and faces flushed. Sam gazed up at him, still trying to take in what had just happened, when she suddenly noticed that he was still wearing that ridiculous Santa hat. He was still grinning from ear to ear, and she began to giggle softly at the sight of him. There was a pleasant euphoria and rush of adrenaline that followed realizing how she really felt about Martin, and if this was what being in love was like, she decided she never wanted to forget this feeling, this moment. There was an element of intense vulnerability that did terrify her, but those feelings paled whenever she looked into Martin's eyes. He was different; if anyone in the world could be trusted, he would be that one person.

Martin looked down questioningly, a sparkle in his eyes, and she reached up to discard his festive hat.

He touched her face gently and leaned in to kiss her again. "You don't like my hat?" he joked.

She shook her head, feigning a look of stern dissatisfaction. Laughing, she finally whispered against his ear, "It wasn't particularly high on my list of fantasies."

She shivered as he ran his fingers lightly along her forearms through her sweater, causing goose bumps to rise up on her skin. He pressed his lips against hers again, his kiss growing in intensity as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused with each taste of his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. She relaxed against him as he ran his hands along her back, causing pleasant tingling sensations to travel the length of her spine.

When she dropped her hands down to tug at the hem of his shirt, he pulled away and shook his head. "Here?" he murmured, then nodded his head back towards the stairwell leading up from the basement. "C'mon," he urged.

"Martin," she murmured, realizing what he must be thinking. While she was touched by his thoughtfulness that even in his aroused state he would think of going someplace more comfortable, she knew logically that there was no way they would make it upstairs. She could already feel her body responding to the deepening of his kiss and the soft touch of his hands that, combined with the overwhelming desire to be close to Martin intimately after sharing their feelings, made moving upstairs seem like a near impossibility. As she felt the obvious evidence of Martin's arousal pressing up against her, she knew that he felt the same in spite of his words to the contrary.

She tugged at the hem of his cotton t shirt once again, this time lifting it up and over his head. She ran her hands along his bare chest, relishing the warmth that radiated from him, as he began to slowly unfasten the buttons on her shirt. He slid the material slowly from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor by her feet. Discarding their pants, they stood together in front of the tree, clad only in their underwear as their arousal escalated.

Martin held her close, sliding his hands from her hips to her ass and giving it an affectionate squeeze. She fully expected him to slide her panties off, so she frowned when she felt the loss of his touch as he stepped away from her. The only sounds in the room were that of their heavy, panting breaths as she watched in curiosity as he shuffled quickly over to the sofa and grabbed the blanket that draped over the side. He carefully laid the blanket out on the floor in front of the tree and gazed up at her with wide, inviting blue eyes that shone deep with his arousal.

She lay down on the blanket beside him, feeling her body tremble with desire as he traced soft patterns along her chest and abdomen. Finally leaning over her, he trailed his hands around to unclasp her bra and letting the material fall away to fully expose her cleavage. She shuddered pleasurably as he nibbled at the tender spot where her throat and collarbone met while his hands began to stroke her breasts. Sam writhed beneath him as he trailed soft kisses down her chest until he took one breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive areola then flicking it across her nipple. His mouth moved from one breast to the other and repeated the same motions, and Sam moaned his name throatily.

Sam was torn between her obvious want and urgency, and her desire to relish this moment, to make it as slow and tender as Martin wanted it to be. His lips outlined a path from her breasts to her stomach, his tongue dipping sensually into her navel and then stopping deliberately just as he reached her panties. He slipped his fingers inside to quickly touch the soft, wet curls where she most wanted him, but then simply hooked his fingers around the waistband to drag them down and off of her, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable in his arms. She let out a long, ragged breath in an attempt to slow her racing heart, until she felt his fingers trace soft patterns down the length of her legs. He caressed her feet sensually before spreading her legs and bending her knees, allowing himself access.

Her whole body tingled with anticipation as she felt his warm breath against her most sensitive skin. One hand firmly on her hips to keep her in place, he nibbled on her outer lips, using the index finger on his free hand to trace circles around her swollen clit as he teased her. Her hips strained against his firm grip, and he murmured "Shhhh, stay still," in a low, humming voice that sent pleasant vibrations coursing through her body. She was whimpering almost constantly when he finally dipped his tongue inside to penetrate her, and the sudden contact had her calling out his name.

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, changing the angle of penetration to better stimulate her G spot. As he began to suck on her swollen bundle of nerves, she felt the flashes of white hot ecstasy overwhelm her as she released a guttural moan and went limp in his arms.

When she finally recovered from the deep intensity of her orgasm, she found him lying alongside her with his lips pressed into her shoulder and one arm wrapped around her, eyes twinkling and looking very pleased with himself.

Gathering up what was left of her strength, she wordlessly pushed on his shoulder so that he was lying flat on his back. She straddled him, her naked ass resting on the taut muscles of his stomach. She felt some of her wetness drip out onto his stomach and grinned devilishly, knowing the effect that it would have on him. She could feel the hardness of his fully erect cock as she sat back, feeling it straining against the constricting cotton material of his boxers.

She could taste herself on his lips when she leaned forward to kiss him before wriggling down his body to grab hold of his boxers. He lifted his hips, and she tugged his boxers off, tossing them unceremoniously on the floor.

She slowly licked her lips to ensure they were fully lubricated before taking the head of his penis in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip as a few drops of pre-cum began to leak out, and she began to relax her throat to take his cock in deeper. She hummed softly, knowing how much he responded to the vibrations, and she fondled his balls with her free hand as she ran her tongue sensually along the underside of his shaft.

Sam was so caught up in what she was doing that it took few a minute to realize that Martin's grunts and moans of pleasure had become protests. She lifted her head, eyes appreciatively traveling the length of his body before meeting his gaze. She was reassured to see that, in spite of his protests, that his eyes were dark, pupils heavy and unfocused. "Martin?" she asked, trying to hide the worry that edged her voice. If he had criticism of her fellatio technique, she had no idea why he had waited this long to tell her - and why he would choose to tell her now.

"Sam," he murmured softly, tugging at her hands as he brought her to lie on his chest. "You have no idea how amazing that feels," he leaned forward to kiss her lips. "But if you keep going, well... I really wanna come inside you."

Sam chuckled half from relief and half from amusement, leaning closer to kiss him squarely on the lips. Her tongue probed his mouth and was quickly granted access, his hands caressing her back as he carefully rolled them over so that he was on top. He propped himself up on top of her, positioning himself at her entrance. He nudged her opening with his cock, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of being entirely surrounded by him. He pushed inside with one quick, firm thrust of his hips, and as she adjusted to his length inside of her, he stilled his movements.

In that moment, with the only sounds that of their panting breaths and their hearts racing, she looked up into his eyes and found him looking down at her with total love and adoration, and she relished the feeling of being completely connected to him, both physically and emotionally. He kissed her as he began to move his hips, alternating long, deep thrusts with shorter ones, and grinding his hips against hers.

They took their time as they moved together, enjoying the closeness of the moment, until their desire finally took over and the pace and intensity began to build. Sam arched her back and tilted her pelvis, allowing him to penetrate her deeper as she reached down to stimulate her clit. Her eyes shut tight as her orgasm hit, her inner muscles contracting around him as the intense spasms took hold of her entire body. She moaned his name long and hard as she came and, with her release, he too let go and spilled himself inside of her.

When she finally recovered from the most intense, exhilarating orgasm she'd had in her life, she opened her eyes to see Martin's staring right back at her. "That was amazing," she said softly, giving him a warm, satiated smile. Her entire body felt limp and pliable, and she relaxed into Martin's embrace as he drew her in close.

"It was," he agreed, dropping a kiss against her temple.

"I really do love you," she breathed.

He beamed back, giving her a smile that rivaled the Christmas lights in festivity and pure joy, and replied, "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that."

She laughed. "Good, because at this point I think you're stuck with me."

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