A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews.
Also this is definitely the last chapter now, so I would like to take the opportunity to thank you all for sticking with me throughout the story, for your reviews and lovely comments. As a writer it's always inspirational to wake up to such lovely critiques and comments.
This is purely and M rated scene! I've also changed the tense in which this has been written, mainly because it flowed better in this scene. Anyways this is the first time I've ever written this type of thing so I would love it if you could let me know what you think of it.
Chapter 13 – Holidate (Part 2).
Claiming her lips as his own he quickly takes control of the kiss. His hand pulls at her hips as his lips roughly pull at hers eliciting an excited moan from Andy. Making their way to the couch, they fall aimlessly into the material, with their lips still locked together they fight their way to a satisfying position, her knees pressing into the couch either side of his waist. His hands grip forcefully at her hips as they break away for air. The quick break for air only provides him with the opportunity to continue the assault on the sensitive skin of her neck, his rough jaw scraping softly against it, tickling her. She attempts to hide her moans as the wet kisses transform to the grazing of teeth against her skin, the pleasant pain of gentle nibbles quickly numbed by the sucking of her skin. She feels lost at his ministrations, excited and willing yet unable to form a coherent thought she settles for running her fingertips through his thick hair, scraping softly at his scalp. She feels his warm path trail down before meeting the barrier of her t-shirt. She feels, rather than hears, him sigh with frustration, his path having been forced to a halt. She fights to hide her smug smile at his confused expression as she rises from his lap. Winding her fingers around his, he mirrors her actions and lifts himself from the couch. She makes her way through the living room as he coils his forearm around her waist continuing the earlier assault on her neck. Reaching the bedroom door he turns to place a gentle kiss to her lips. The change in approach not lost on Andy and she allows herself to become consumed by the tender moment, his earlier determined lips now soft and gentle upon her own.
The soft sentiment quickly diminishes as the kiss evolves. His hands find their way back to her waist and she gasps quietly as the ground beneath her feet vanishes. Her legs instinctively twining around his waist as he lifts her. Placing her lips to his ear, she gently nips at his lobe. She feels the low growl vibrate against her as he struggles to find the door handle. She laughs breathlessly into his ear, causing him to step back before pushing her forcefully back into the door with a powerful kiss, ceasing the laughter and stimulating a surprised and blissful groan of excitement. He smirks into the kiss, pulling onto her hips with one hand as the other finally lands on the cool metal of the door handle. Pushing down on the handle he nudges the door open with his foot before following it through. He makes his way to the bed, Andy's light nibbles and soothing kisses still placed at his ear and neck whilst his kisses find their way down to her collarbone.
He removes his lips from her skin and at the loss of the touch Andy moves her head to look at him. She smiles softly at him and he leans to place his lips back on hers, their tongues battling for victory pushing at one another for more, wanting more, needing more. He cradles her head in one hand while the other lies at her hips slowly lowering her to the bed whilst he hovers above her, and for a split second they stop. Their eyes firmly locked on one another's, his hands either side of her face, lost in one another, lost to each other.
"If we don't stop now there's no going back" he states quietly, his eyes focused on her.
"I don't want to go back" she reassures him.
And that's all he needs. Those six words provoke a sudden burst of desperateness within him. It wasn't just wanting her anymore, now he needed her. He lowers his head back down, hesitating slightly - teasingly, before finally setting his lips upon hers passionately. His knees settle either side of her, holding her in place. Her hands find their way to hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up slowly until he lifts himself slightly allowing her to rid him of the item. Her fingertips trail through the coarse hair of his chest, her nails scraping playfully across his nipple rousing a growl from above her. She swiftly lifts her head to catch his lips with her own again, unable to resist the feeling of completeness she feels when intertwined with him.
He pulls backs, the hem of her t-shirt held between his fingers. She leans forward as he raises it over her head; his hands find their way back to her newly exposed skin. She finds herself moaning at his touch, each finger burdening her with a burning sensation. His hands crawl around to her back, unclasping the black bra that hid her. He throws it to one side carelessly before turning his attention to the woman that lay bare in front of him. He can't help but admire the pure beauty before him, his calloused hands eager to trail over the smooth supple skin. "You're beautiful" he whispers into her ear, his voice scratchy and coarse. She sighs as the hands continue to trace up and down the now-exposed skin, his lips travelling from her ear to her jaw. The sloppy trail finds its way to her neck, before continuing down the velvety path of skin to her bare breasts. His trail of kisses between both breasts burns her skin, leaving only scars of pleasure and lust, leaving his impression. He teasingly runs his tongue over the bud watching as it instantly hardens under his ministrations before grazing his teeth over the solidness. Her eyes slowly close in pleasure as he shifts his attention to her other breast ensuring it receives the same care. She sighs as his work suddenly ceases but instantly feels his mouth trailing down to her naval and she sighs in contentment as the burning sensation continues to grow, his hands move to the zipper of her jeans. He struggles for a moment before regaining his control and pulling the rough material down the smoothness of her legs. The loss of warmth from the cloth is instantly regained as Sam teasingly kisses the length of her right leg, toe to thigh, before mirroring his actions on the left leg. She can't withhold the groan that escapes her dry lips as the last of kisses are gently placed against the silky material of her panties.
He chuckles against her abdomen as he raises his body back to hover above hers, the small vibrations sending small singular shockwaves to her heat. He places small delicate kisses to her face before settling on her lips, the smirk evident throughout the passionate embrace. His lips slowly withdraw before he moves them to her ear, gently nibbling at the sensitive skin.
"You want something McNally?" He whispers gruffly into her ear.
In that moment she knew she was done for. She had never understood the need for words during such an intimate time, but the low coarse voice scratching its words into her ear was too much. Overwhelming and exhilarating, four simple words urging her to fall to the pit of ecstasy. Completely and utterly at his mercy.
She loses herself for those few seconds and he rubs the burning withheld in his jeans into her bringing her out of the trance. She pulls at him roughly, begging for another mind numbing kiss and he can't do anything but oblige before following the path of his earlier quest down to her thighs. Pulling at the cloth barrier he eases them away from her before slowly running back up her leg with wet sloppy kisses.
She breathes out heavily as he lowers himself in-between her, his thick hair tickling her and she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry in anticipation. The wet kisses to her left thigh slowly move upwards before he mirrors the actions to her other thigh. He places a wet kiss her centre, before he runs his tongue lightly across her slit. She bites back her squeal of pleasure as she feels the intrusion of his tongue. Letting out a quick short breath she moans, lifting her hips up to meet him. His hand firmly pushes her hips back into the moulding mattress, ceasing her movements. His tongue continues on in its practice, her body squirming against the soft linen beneath her. She winds her fingers into his hair, pushing him into her gently. His hand trails up from her hip, his thumb carefully working above his tongue. To her dismay his tongue slows down, the occasional lick pushing back. His thumb trails down to meet her heat; she draws in a deep breath as his finger enters her. He stops for a second, kissing above his finger before thrusting a second into her. She thrusts forward onto his hand, the need for release quickly becoming too much. He continues to push into her and with the final flick of his tongue across her nub she escapes into the world of bright lights. Her eyes flicker closed as the ecstasy of release flows through her veins, her moans and whines of pleasure compressed in the short shallow breaths. Her eyes peel open slowly at the nudge of his nose as he continues to brush his tongue over her, tasting her arousal. He lays one more open kiss to her, before lifting his head to share her taste with her. His tongue swiping across her dry bottom lip, begging for more access. She complies, sampling herself on him, sighing in satisfaction.
They spend a few moments enjoying the heat of each other's body, quick touches and sinful sensations. Her hands escape to the restraining ensemble of his lower body, struggling with her fingers as the roaming shockwaves of pleasure still coursing through her veins. He smirks before relieving her of her duties. His hands make quick work of the job, throwing the offending articles away hastily. She pushes hardly at the bare chest looming above her, forcing him to flip them over quickly. Straddling his waist her lips attack his chest, placing quick dry kisses to the bare skin between the mesh of thin curled hair. Her lips slowly find their way to the hardening erection. A small hiss echoes amongst the breathless moans of the room as her cool fingers lace his length. Slow teasing movements at first her fingers pulling and twisting lightly as his groans emerge, before her tongue escapes to swipe at the tip. She attempts to reach out for it again but he quickly grabs at her hands, pulling her up to him before flipping their position, quickly regaining his control.
They kiss lazily yet desperately for small seconds before he positions himself above her. Clasping her hands either side of head, he leans in for another peck. He holds her gaze as he quickly enters her, drawing a breathless gasp from Andy as he lets out a small groan of pleasure. For that blissful moment they remain still, lost within one another. He leans down to place a gentle kiss to her mouth, the remnants of her own taste still on his lips. She breathes out into the kiss, relaxing into him as he slowly moves within her. She whines as he pulls out slightly, before gasping at his return. The slow movements quickly lose their meaning as the need takes over. Developing a smooth, speedy yet satisfying rhythm. Every thrust causing another wave of pleasure to crash over them, every moan, groan and growl urging the other on. Their hips pushing towards one another, their hands clasped either side of her head. She feels the overwhelming burning sensation return and he sees the excitement of lust flicker through her orbs. Leaning down to her ear he breaths gently into it, "Let go Andy" he orders. The three words along with last thrust cause her to come crashing down, his name on her lips. Her centre pulses around him and the sight of the woman before him lost in elation is all it takes to bring him with her. Their liquid arousal combines between them as they both work through their surge of pleasure. His unintelligible words mumbled in to her ear as they come down from their high.
He gently eases out of her and pulls her into him as he rolls to his side. She lays half on top of him, her fingers trailing through the coarse hair of his chest as he traces small patterns to her back. She smiles up at him through her hooded lids as he brushes the errant strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. Her hands trail through the hair, up his neck before deciding to stroke the soft padding of her thumb against the roughness of his jawline. He flashes his signature dimples before swopping in for a lazy yet satisfying kiss.
"I should go and turn the fire off" he mumbles against her lips.
She sighs into another kiss, "You probably should" she agrees noncommittally before leaning back in for another kiss.
She feels his smile against her lips and pulls back, rolling away from him. She watches the smirk fall from his face, "Tease" he accuses before jumping from the bed.
She watches his behind as he leaves the room, amazed at the sheer confidence the man held in himself enough so not to bother with the boxers that lay on the floor. She stretches out in the bed, every limb aiming for the edging. She sighs contently back into the mattress pulling the covers to rest above her lightly just as Sam walks back into the room.
"Room for another?"
She sighs dramatically, before rolling to one side. He climbs into the bed behind her, lacing his forearm around her stomach, his thumb gently caressing the sensitive skin beneath her breast. They lay together as one, completely sated and content, as their lids begin to droop to the sound of icy waves crashing in the distance.