Chapter 18 #2
I don’t know if it is the chocolate, the fear of the wolf, the unbearable pain of my future, the feel of Sam’s warm body against mine, his smell, or his voice, but it’s all too much. I feel completely spellbound with lust.
I drop my fork and pull Sam by his shirt towards me, my lips pressed tightly against his.
His body is rigid in shock but then he softens into the kiss.
The softness changes to desire quickly with the air shifting.
The universe around us just falls apart.
It’s just us here. No past, no present, no future.
The sound of the rain now hitting the cafe window and the gentle hum of the fridges is all that we can hear.
He pulls me over the counter to the other side.
Not a struggle, but one quick swoop and he has me, pinned between him and the counter.
My breath quickens as I feel him pressed against me, his jeans growing harder against the softness of my leggings.
He pulls his lips away from mine and caresses my cheek with his hand, tucking my hair behind one ear as he always does.
He goes to speak but stops himself and continues to kiss me with force, his tongue exploring my mouth.
My hands start desperately pulling at his shirt which he quickly removes, followed by his T-shirt, throwing them to the floor.
A small gasp leaves my mouth. His toned chest is laid bare before me, and his washboard abdominal muscles are a welcome surprise.
This man really is in amazing shape, even with the softness about him.
I stare at him in awe. I notice a few scars across his ribs and up his chest. I trace them lightly with my fingertip.
These scars have a story. Sam has a story, I am sure of it. But pieces are still left unsaid.
He draws my attention back to his eyes by tracing my delicate jawline with his thumb before tipping my chin towards him.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, the hunger in his eyes flickering in the candlelight looking down at me.
I bite my lip and feel my core flutter. “I can’t.”
He smiles a devilish smile and he pulls my legs up around his waist pushing me onto the counter. His hands grip my thighs so hard I am sure they will bruise. But I don’t care. I want him to leave his mark on every single inch of me.
The room ignites with the heat of us. Every touch, every kiss, a crescendo of desire and raw emotion. This is not just the hunger of two people finally giving in. This is deeper.
He kisses me with such passion I feel as if I am going to fall back.
But I don’t. He has got me in his grasp.
He pushes me back slightly onto the counter and pulls slightly away, enough for him to pull my leggings down to the floor.
I lean back onto my arms as he stares at me.
He licks his lips and moves his hands up my legs to my hips.
His thumbs trace the lace of my pink underwear.
My lower stomach flutters with the thought of what is to come.
He draws his attention to my still covered top half.
“Take it off,” he demands in a low gruff voice.
I do as I am told, pulling the jumper over my head leaving my bra and body exposed.
“Off.” He gestures to my bra. His eyes darken even more with desire.
I hesitate for a moment before following his orders. I lie back on my hands, completely exposed to him, my underwear now soaked in anticipation.
His eyes ignite with a wild look within them as he looks over the curves of my naked body, the softness of my stomach and the creaminess of my skin.
“Fuck,” he whispers before crashing down onto me, kissing my neck and moving down my collarbone to my breasts. His thumb brushes one of my hardened nipples which sends pleasure down my spine.
He kisses me down my stomach taking his time to give attention to each delicate inch of me. His hands move down to my hips.
He looks up at me and that wicked smile is back once more. He moves my underwear slowly to the side.
“I have been dreaming of tasting you since I first laid eyes on you.”
His mouth plunges onto my hot centre, his tongue feasting on me as he holds my hips down in place. My soft moans echo through the cafe as he picks up the pace.
He pulls my legs over his shoulders, smoothing his hands down my thighs to my hips, his rough palms a contrast to my smooth skin. I hear him groan against me.
The pleasure is so intense I struggle to keep my arms from buckling beneath me. I ease myself down so that I am lying over the counter. My head is now upside down on the other side.
Sam picks up the pace, his tongue stroking exactly how I need it to. He places two fingers deep within my wetness, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes my eyes roll back.
The mixture of his tongue enjoying me and my head rush sends me toppling over the cliff of lust.
My hips try to move with the waves of my orgasm, but Sam continues holding me in place as he slows his pace to allow me to ride the waves of my climax.
My body fills with the tingling sensation of Sam’s hungry touch and my magic.
I try to shift my focus from the magic to pleasure but the feeling is so intense.
I pull my head up and ease myself back onto the support of my hands.
My head struggles with the dizziness of the head rush and my arousal.
I open my eyes and focus on the picture hanging behind Sam hoping it will help the magic stay in my body.
With one swing of my mind, the picture comes crashing to the ground making us both jump.
Sam looks at the picture then back at me. He is now smiling like a Cheshire cat. He finds his way back up to my lips, kissing me slower than before. He pulls me closer, so my legs are around his hips again, his hand under my back supporting me.
“You OK?” he whispers.
I nod while biting my lip in frustration of wanting him right that second.
He pulls himself from his jeans, adjusting himself before easing into me.
A gasp leaves my lips. My legs pull him deeper as I dig my heels into his ass.
He grabs my thighs, picking me up from the counter, and turns us to the wall where the picture once hung.
The cold wall against my back shocks my body, heightening my senses.
Against that wall he continues thrusting into me, filling me with the length of him, biting and teasing my neck with his hungry mouth.
I grip onto his broad shoulders not able to move as he uses me.
God, this is amazing. Is this what sex is meant to be like? Passionate. Intense. In love?
His forehead rests on mine, our eyes meeting with electric charge. Each drive into me drives me crazy. The burning of the magic, Sam hitting the spot exactly right and the fact he is just the most amazing human I have ever met. It’s too much to hold in.
He reaches his own climax which sends me right back off the same cliff alongside him. I shut my eyes and fall, knowing he’ll catch me.
Still panting for the oxygen we have stolen from the room, he lowers me down so that my feet touch the floor. He holds me close, kissing my head and holding my body close to him.
“You’re the most amazing girl I have ever met.” He kisses my forehead one more time.
I look up into his beautiful green eyes. God, he is just everything and more. How could I leave him now? How could I tell him that I am going to marry Greg? A wash of regret fills my face.
“Is everything OK?” He tips my chin towards him with his thumb and finger, delicately kissing my soft lips.
“I just… I wish we could stay in this bubble forever. Just us.” I sigh, knowing that it’s not possible.
He holds me for a moment and smiles in agreement.
“We might not have forever, but we have tonight.” His eyebrow raises.
I laugh. He is right. I have this moment with him. And even if it’s only this moment, a moment with him is worth the lifetime of misery with Greg.
“Now, before round two, I really am starving. Fancy something?”
“Round two? Someone is confident.” I smirk.
He smiles. “I told you it was to be continued.” He laughs before brushing his hand through my hair. “And now I’ve got you locked in here, I’m making sure I make the most of it.” His eyes glisten with lust.
He sends shivers down my spine and heat to my inner thighs once more. I blush as I watch him adjust his trousers.
He bends down to pick up the picture that fell on the floor and rehangs it. I watch the muscles in his back flex as he fixes it back to the wall.
“That was weird though. I mean, I know I’m good…” He sarcastically grins. “But didn’t think I was able to rock the building.”
If only he knew that I actually can.
We half dress and sit on the floor behind the counter drinking coffees and eating whatever bits he could find in the cupboards and fridges.
The rain still patters down on the window and the log burner now blazes with the extra firewood Sam has thrown on.
He places a blanket down on the floor beneath us like our own very private picnic.
It doesn’t take long for us to get into round two. Or three. Or four…