Just after ten o'clock that evening, Edith found Sam frowning over his laptop. He glanced up when he heard her soft footsteps. Then his eyes widening in surprised as he looked her over. "Where did you get that?" he asked, flustered. "That was not Charlie's."
She walked toward him, the ankle-length dressing robe gliding as she moved. It was mint green satin with accents of peach-colored lace. She turned in a slow circle, modeling for him. "You like it? Charlie's threads weren't really my style. I found this in a trunk in the back of the closet. My size and everything! Like it was meant to be."
"Very nice," he answered, a little stiffly. He forced himself to turn back to his computer.
Edith perched on the edge of the desk. "I hope I'm not keeping you from your work."
"No, it's no problem." He scowled at the screen, unable to remember what he was supposed to be researching.
She leaned back to show off her figure in the clingy fabric. "So how did you boys find this place, anyway?"
"Um… our grandfather passed it down to us."
Edith peered around the room innocently. "I couldn't help but notice it's really lacking a woman's touch." She looked sideways at Sam. "Maybe you are, too."
Sam closed his laptop, an embarrassed smile pulling at his mouth. "Edith," he began.
Her face was solemn as she untied the sash on her dressing gown. "You told me to come to you if I needed anything. So here I am." She opened the gown, revealing a clingy lingerie set in the same mint satin and peach lace.
Sam inhaled sharply. "What are you doing?"
Edith sat down across his lap, and slid her hands behind his neck. "Sam, you are the first person in... forever, who has touched me without hurting me." She lifted her fingertips to his cheek, tracing his jawline. "I trust you. You make me feel safe. I want to remember what it's like to feel good." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Help me remember." She nervously pressed her mouth to his.
He wrapped his arms around her, and a whimper escaped her throat. Sam's pulse sped up as she arched her body against his. The front of his pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Feeling lightheaded, he pulled her closer, tilting his head to kiss her more deeply.
She curled her fingers in his hair and gasped as his tongue pressed between her lips. Their movements became increasingly forceful, each fueled by the other's desperation.
Never breaking the kiss, Sam let his hands wander. Down her ribs, over her thighs. He slid one hand up her stomach, lingering at her breast, teasing her with his thumb until she moaned into his mouth. His other hand pushed her knees apart, and she pulled back to look at him, eyes wild.
He swallowed. "If you need to stop…" She silenced him with another kiss. When her hands found the bulge in his jeans, his breath hissed out at the sensation.
Grabbing her by the waist, he picked her up easily, setting her on the edge of the table. She wrapped her legs around him. Both gasping, she pulled him tight, grinding their bodies together. Sam pulled back just far enough to get his hand between them. His fingers stroked her through the thin satin. His teeth nipped at her neck. "Yes, please, yes," she was whispering.
Sam scooped her up and carried her to his room.
He tossed her playfully on the bed before shutting the door behind them. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his button down and the gray t-shirt underneath, and dropped his jeans to the floor. At the edge of the bed, he paused. Edith rose to her knees on the mattress so she could run her hands over his defined chest and shoulders. Then she pointed at his briefs, an ornery smile crossing her lips. Sam laughed. He slid the briefs down and stepped out of them.
Edith blinked in surprise. She reached out, hesitantly, and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Sam let out a ragged breath. "Edith." Growing bolder, she squeezed a little, dragging her hand up and down. His teeth clenched. She twisted her wrist as she stroked him.
Sam grabbed her forearm, and she let go. He quickly tugged the satin cami up over her head. Edith scooted back across the mattress as he pulled down her bottoms and tossed them aside. He loomed over her. As she spread her legs for him, she turned away, trying to hide the fear in her eyes. He cupped her face with his hand, gently forcing her to look at him. "Hey, it's alright," he said softly. When she looked up at him, she saw the compassion in his eyes. "Do you want to stop? I understand."
Relaxing, she pushed a lock of his hair to the side. "No."
He leaned down and placed a few light, teasing kisses on her mouth, then her neck. "It's okay if you do," he breathed against her skin. "Just tell me." She nodded.
Then he began to move down her body. His tongue pressed roughly over her nipples, and she struggled to keep her gaze on him. He kept moving lower. "Sam?" He glanced up. His mouth had left a wet path down her body, which tingled when the cool, drafty air touched her. "Sam," she questioned again, unsure of his purpose. He kissed the tender skin below her navel, making his way further down, keeping eye contact. "Sam… oh!"
Her fingers dug into the sheets. She let her head fall back against the mattress. The motions of his tongue were making her entire body writhe. He found one particular spot and sucked, bringing a high, desperate sound from her lips. He kept at it until she began to feel dizzy. "Wait," she cried out, pulling at him.
Sam moved back up to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue dipped into her mouth, and she tasted herself. The realization made her moan. He stroked one hand up and down her body, from her breasts to her knees. His erection nudged against her thigh, warm and wet.
Edith broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Please... I'm ready." His eyes crinkled darkly, then he moved to the edge of the bed. Edith sat up and peeked over his shoulder, frowning as he opened a drawer in the nightstand. "What are you doing?"
He ripped open a small gold square. "Did you have these in your day?" he asked.
Edith's brows shot up. "Well yes, but not quite like that. I have to assume these are better made."
Sam was grinning as he turned around. He wrapped his arms around Edith and lowered her to the bed. This time when she opened up to him, she did not look away. He searched her face once more, then pushed inside her with a gasp.
Aware of his size, Sam started out slow. When he pulled back, Edith whimpered. He was using every ounce of self control. She sucked in a breath as he slid in deep again. The way he stretched her inside bordered on painful. It must have shown on her face, because this time he pulled out completely. "Edith, I don't want to hurt you," he said, his voice raspy.
"I do," she told him. For one terrifying instant, she regretted her honesty.
His face went from surprise to concern. "Edith?"
She ran her fingers down his neck. "I've been hurt for so long. It's all I know." He blinked in confusion. Her eyes pleaded up at him. "I need this."
He nodded. "Alright." Edith felt her chest tighten up in excitement. His expression was dark as he eased himself all the way inside her. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. He faltered.
"Keep going," she gasped. He obliged. The intensity of being worked open, feeling every inch of him, the straining, made her see stars. He reached further inside her than she could believe.
After a few moments, though, the burn began to ease, and the sparks of pleasure with it. She caught herself pressing her hips up against him. "More," she begged. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up, hooking her knees over his shoulders.
The position made her feel vulnerable. Edith rolled her hips, meeting his every thrust. But sooner than she thought possible, her body grew accustomed to the new sensation. She grasped at him, arching her back, trying to find the sweet spot again.
"Harder?" Sam asked. He arranged her legs around his waist, then swung up off the bed, still buried inside her. He turned and pressed her up against the wall. Gravity pulled her deeper onto him. He held her there, pinned between the cold, hard wall, and his warm, pliant body. The mixture of sensations made her cry out. She could feel him throb inside of her.
"Please," she moaned, raking her nails down his back. Edith cried out as every movement of his hips forced her body against the unyielding stone wall. Soon he was pounding into her with no restraint. It would certainly leave bruises. At least, she hoped so.