Chapter 6 #2
Her words seemed to do nothing but incite a frenzy in him. Dipping his head, he brought one nipple into his mouth and Margaret threw her head back and cried out as the feelings of wonder and delight sparked across her body, and something was building and building and she did not know what.
“Do not stop – keep going, oh God, keep going!” She managed to pant out the words to keep the pleasure going and Samuel seemed to understand, teasing her other breast with his hands, and before she knew what was happening her entire body was overcome with pleasure and she jerked in his lap as she cried out.
It was over in seconds, and her head was so hazy that Margaret barely knew what had happened. She sagged slightly into his arms and he raised his head from her breast, kissing her passionately but gently on the lips.
“My God, Maggie, you are spectacular,” he muttered with a broad smile. “I had heard that it was possible, but…Maggie, you must want me very badly, you wicked girl.”
Margaret smiled, and she found herself more free, more herself when she was naked in Samuel Brown’s arms than ever before. “And I want more. Can you give me more, Sam?”
For a moment she thought that she had gone too far, shortening his name, smiling like a hussy, asking for more pleasure when surely there could not be more, not tonight.
But she was wrong, and how glad she was. Growling like a beast ready to be unleashed, Sam tilted her off his lap and jumped up just for a moment – just for long enough to remove his breeches.
Margaret gasped. Now that he was naked, she could see that incredible difference between them. It was glorious, and she wanted more than anything to touch it.
Without hesitation she reached out, and Sam groaned as her curious fingertips touched the soft and yet hard and throbbing skin.
“Christ, Maggie, if you do that too much you will find yourself without your own pleasure.”
She pulled back, and then smiled. There was something instinctual about it, something that she could not explain. All she knew was that it was right, and Sam would enjoy it, and she wanted to give back to him now. It could not all be about her pleasure.
Margaret moved to kneel on the bed, and moved slowly towards him. Sam watched her, almost bemused, unknowing what she was doing until she suddenly bit her lip, smiled up at him, and encircled his hardness in her mouth.
“Maggie – Maggie!”
She could feel him shudder, but all she was focused on was the warmth and hardness in her mouth, soft and inviting, delicate and yet fierce.
It was an innocent kiss – or as innocent as you could be – but after his frantic reaction, she grew bolder.
She took more into her mouth, and felt and heard Sam shudder with the indulgence of it.
He was too large for her mouth, but by bringing up a hand she could move gently forwards and backwards, licking and kissing and making her husband cry out with pleasure until –
“Stop,” he said suddenly, and he moved away from her so suddenly that she felt bereft. She looked up at him with wild, confused eyes, and saw that Sam was panting, but smiling. “Sweet, you have no idea…Maggie you cannot know how much I…if I am to give you anything else tonight, you have to stop.”
A tinge of pink shame coloured her cheeks, and he seemed to guess at her concern.
“Do not misunderstand me, that was…” Sam swallowed, and gave a dry laugh. “Christ, Maggie, that was incredible. Too incredible. You would lose the best of me if you kept going. This evening is meant to be about you.”
Without another word, he clambered onto the bed and pulled her down with him so that they were lying side by side.
“Now you are going to have to trust me,” Sam breathed, mere inches from her face. “Can you do that, Maggie?”
“I…” She swallowed, but this was no time for secrets. “I have an ache in me, Sam, an ache that only you can fix. Love me. I want you to love me.” She did not know what it was about her words that caused him to growl, but she smiled. “And you want me just as much, am I right?”
Sam answered by leaning across and kissing her deeply, but drew away before they lost themselves in the moment. “I need you to just lose yourself in feelings, do you understand me? Before I…before I can love you the way I want to, you need to…well, this will help. Do you trust me?”
Margaret looked into his hazel eyes, hazy with desire, and knew that she would do anything this man said, anything that he asked. She nodded.
Samuel kissed her again, and tilted her slightly with his trembling hand so that she was lying on her back.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
She glanced at him, and saw nothing but love. He loved her, he surely did. How could he not, when he was saying these things, doing these things, touching her like this?
Margaret smiled and closed her eyes. The darkness of her eyelids seemed to take away some of the joy, for now she could not see him, but it was instantly rewarded by the sensation of his lips on hers, forceful and hungry, and she responded immediately but gasped in his kiss as his hand closed on her breast, clenching around it to hasten the fire inside her, but now the fingers were stroking her breast, and now her stomach, and now –
“Oh, Sam!”
She could not help it, she could not help crying out into his mouth as his fingers rested on that secret place of hers, the core of her femininity.
She was hot, and wet, and she had not realised how wet, not until his fingers tightened there and she unconsciously clenched her legs to increase the pressure.
“Please, more,” she moaned into his mouth. “More, Sam, please…”
She did not know what more meant, what more could be, but he did not need to tell her. He showed her.
One of his fingers slipped into the warm and wet folds of her, and Margaret cried out, the pleasure was so overwhelming.
A rhythm started, one that seemed to echo the pulsing ache within her, stroking slowly at first, but faster, faster, faster, and now two fingers were inside her, deep inside her, while his thumb encircled a part of her on the outside that was throbbing, desperate for his touch, and her hands were thrashing but she did nothing to stop him for who would wish to halt such delight?
The same heat was flooding through her that had done so when Sam had teased at her breasts, and she managed to cry, “’Tis happening again – Sam, again, again!”
And then she was overcome, and her whole body jerked but his strong fingers did not give up his rhythm, and he rode the wave with her, enclosing her cries into his mouth as he kissed her passionately.
It took a little longer for her body to stop sparking in ecstasy this time, and when Margaret’s eyelashes fluttered open, she was surprised to find Sam kneeling before her.
“And now,” he said in a jerky voice, “it is time for both of us to take our pleasure. My God, Maggie, I never thought…you are made for pleasure, Maggie, and I will make it my mission to give it to you.”
Margaret’s eyes opened wide, and she smiled through the confusion of her pleasure. “Every night?”
Sam groaned, and moved to nestle between her warm and throbbing legs, leaning on his elbows to smile into her eyes. “If you insist, Maggie.”
And then he was entering her, and it was himself, his true self, the hardness that she had not been able to keep away from, and it was so much bigger than his fingers but she was so hazy in pleasure that she did not struggle, but stretched to allow him deeper.
Sam moaned in unadulterated joy as he sunk himself into her, and he kissed her neck murmuring words that Margaret could barely hear.
“God, Maggie, oh yes…oh, you are so warm, and so tight…I have wanted this for so – oh God, so long! Christ Maggie I cannot – I cannot stop myself…”
She did not understand, how could she, but she knew the only answer that she could give him.
“Do not stop,” she whispered, and her hands, now brave, moved to clutch his own buttocks, to bring him deeper into her. “Do not stop yourself, Sam, give yourself to me.”
This was a different rhythm, wilder, untamed and harsh, but Margaret could feel the beats warming up the fires of her body once more, even when she thought that it would not be possible for her to explode once more, and she was hot and so was he, and his eyes were wide and full of devotion as he thrust himself into her, deeper and faster each time, until –
“Oh, Sam, yes, yes, yes!” She hurtled into the orgasm now, welcoming it, not fearing it but knowing that it would drench her body in pleasures that she had never known before this night, and it was all too much for Sam.
“Maggie!” He exploded into her, thrusting so violently that it caused another spurt of ecstasy within her, and her legs tightened around him and they glorified in each other’s bodies together as the tidal wave of pleasure gradually lessened and left them on the shore.
Samuel did not know whether he was still breathing.
He was lying down now on the bed, and Maggie, his darling Maggie, was in his arms. She was breathing heavily, and so he supposed that he must be too.
It seemed impossible to catch his breath, and every time he looked at her, saw her breasts heaving, saw the curve of her hips as she leaned into him, his lungs seemed to run out of air.
“I…I do not have the words…” Maggie breathed into him, and he chuckled and brought a lazy finger up and down her back. She squirmed at the sensation, and Samuel had to concentrate to prevent himself stiffening up once more.
“You are so beautiful,” he said quietly. “You do not even know it, which is remarkable. You must have viewed yourself in a looking glass before, and yet…Oh, Maggie, the way you feel, the way you touch me, ‘tis enough to drive a man insane! Nothing means more to me than this night, Maggie. Nothing.”
She sighed happily, eyes closed, and Samuel smiled at the sight of her – and found, to his utter astonishment, that every word that he had uttered was completely true.
Even as accustomed as he was to saying whatever he wanted to get a woman into bed, he had never murmured sweet nothings after the fact.
Maggie chuckled softly into his chest. “I certainly feel beautiful, and I believe that to be half the battle.”
Samuel shook his head with a grin. “You know, I am beginning to sense a confidence in you that I have never seen before.”
“Nor I,” she murmured, her eyes now shut and a smile still dancing on her lips. “I must say, Sam, that this fake marriage, or marriage of convenience, or whatever you want to call it, is starting to feel surprisingly real.”
Before that evening, Maggie’s words would have made Samuel stiffen, and not with desire but with fear. But not tonight. Not now.
He tightened his grip around her, and smiled. “I could not agree more.”
Within a minute the husband and wife had drifted off to sleep.