Samantha reveled in the feel of his skin. She let her hand caress the toned planes of his chest, his shoulders and arms. She loved the way his muscles seemed to contract under her touch. His pecs were perfectly formed although she knew he didn’t really exercise. The muscles down his abs were so taut she could see the indentations on the side of his hips. His jeans were riding low on his hips and she let her hand caress the soft lines that formed under his belly. He was lean and beautiful. He reminded her of the statue of the David, which only made her want to see more of him. Her heart was slamming hard against her chest. The sensations, that she could only describe as surges of desire where running through her and breaking her apart. She wanted him, more than she could imagine. The way he touched her, the way he kissed her body, only added to her need. Her gaze roamed his chest until it returned to his eyes. She held his gaze as her hands unbuttoned his pants. He visibly swallowed, and she smiled briefly, she was nervous out of her mind, but she wanted to see him. All of him. His hand reached for her and caressed her arm as she slid down his zipper. It was as though he needed to touch her while she was touching him. His hand moved to her chest and he massaged her breast. She moaned, looking into his eyes again. She closed her eyes briefly to the pulsing in her as it intensified, then brought her gaze back to him. She slipped her fingers under the band of his jeans and boxers but paused. Her hands slightly trembled on him. Christopher’s hand left her breast and he kneeled on the bed, in front of her. He cupped her cheeks looking into her eyes.
“It’s ok, Princess. If you have changed your mind, I understand,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
“No, I want you to make love to me, Christopher. I want you,” she breathed on his lips, and kissed him.
Kneeling just as he had, her fingers slid into his boxers and jeans again. She broke the kiss and pressing her forehead to his she looked at his hips as her hands pushed his pants down. Uncovering him to her. Her breath caught in her throat, as her eyes took him in.
Christopher finished removing his pants and boxers, and laid on the bed for her. The throbbing intensified in him as she saw him for the first time. Oddly enough, he felt vulnerable under her gaze. He was finding it difficult to breathe, and he was dying to feel her on him. She lay down beside him and he angled his body towards her.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, looking into his eyes again.
He smiled, caressing her cheek. “No, you are. I swear, Samantha. You take my breath away.”
“May I touch you?” she asked embarrassed, arousal glazing her eyes. Her cheeks flushed.
“Please, do.”
Her hand slid down his chest once more, down his abs and belly until it reached him.
Christopher moaned, as she took him into her hand. Her hold was soft and gentle as she felt him. He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her palm on him. Her fingers wrapped around him and moved once. It was enough for him to lose his sanity. His hips instinctively lifted off the bed while she explored him. Her touch was pure bliss. Sensual, raw, unadulterated bliss. Her thumb caressed him and his heart stopped. With the way she touched him, got “used” to him, he wasn’t going to last much longer before coming apart for her. Fortunately, that wouldn’t stop him from showing her what it could feel like. He planned to make love to her all night, and all day long. However, his desire to please her, taste her, and have her unravel for him, was so much stronger than his desire to unravel for her.
Her hands left him, and he leaned in kissing her breasts again. Holding his hands, she brought them to her hips, sliding his fingers under the band of her thong, like they had before. Christopher began kissing his way down her body, and his hands pulled the thong down her legs. He brought it to his nose, and took a deep breath inhaling her scent. Samantha blushed, and he smiled.
“You smell so good,” placing the thong on the bed, he kissed her belly once again. “Please, show me,” he whispered, against her skin, and felt her legs slide to either side of him.
His heated gaze fell on her, and he was mesmerized. She was so incredibly stunning. There were no words. Leaning in, he began to kiss her delicate skin. A current of desire ran down his spine and he jerked against the mattress. She was ready for him, and the sight and taste of it took his breath away. He licked her for the first time, and nibbled every inch of her most sensitive skin, savoring her. It wasn’t long, before her body began to tremble under his lips, and languid moans erupted from her. They filled the air, surpassing the most amazing melody he had ever heard. They seeped through his skin making him jerk once more. It was delicious. He pulled himself up and waited for her to open her eyes and come down from the rush she had just experienced. He kissed her lips softly, and she looked at him. Her gaze was burning with need and desire for him.
“I…” Samantha tried to speak, but paused and took a slow breath trying to catch her bearings. “I didn’t… I had nev…” It was hard for her to form words with her ragged breathing.
Christopher smiled. “I’m glad it was pleasurable for you. Your first time should be memorable. You can have my lips on you any time you fancy, Princess,” he answered, and claimed her lips a bit more urgent this time. The kiss ended and she looked into his eyes.
“Your lips,” she whispered, confused, without finishing the thought. He didn’t need her to finish though. He knew what she meant.
“It’s the remnants of your skin on them. I love the way you taste. Do you?”
She nodded, slowly understanding his words. He smirked, and slid down her body again. His lips kissed her intimately once more, and she felt him lick the most sensitive part of her. Samantha moaned, pleasure rippling through her once again. His face came into view again, and he claimed her lips. She loved the taste of his lips as it was, but now it was intoxicating.
“I need you,” she said against his lips, and felt him settle effortlessly on top of her.
A half gasp, half moan left her lips when she felt him against her. The hard feel of him, against her sensitive skin made her world tilt. She wanted to feel all of him, desperately. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she held tightly to him. His arms wrapped her in his embrace, and every inch of their skin came together, adding to the high she was experiencing. Closing her eyes she let herself give in to him as he kissed her. His body slowly moved against her and she began to feel him becoming part of her. Suddenly he paused, but before she could open her eyes, his hips pushed forward, bringing with it the sting of pain. She gasped and her body tensed, the burn of the pain spreading through her.
Christopher continued to slide in, slowly, gently, until every inch of him was part of her. Once there, he stopped, and began raining small kisses on her temple, her cheek, her forehead, and nose, finally her lips.
“I’m sorry, Princess. Are you ok?” He asked, resting his forehead to hers. A tear slid down her cheek, and he kissed it off her skin.
“I’m ok,” Samantha answered on his lips, and kissed him.
“It will feel better, Princess. It will stop hurting and be pleasant,” he said, reassuring her, and kissed her lips again.
With each kiss, her body began to relax in his arms. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck, while their lips danced together. Samantha suddenly realized that it didn’t hurt anymore. She could feel him, just him and desire awakened in her once again. Opening her eyes she found Christopher admiring her. The look in his eyes moved her, and she felt one of the little pieces of her shattered heart fall back into place. She smiled at him, seeing him smile in response. He immediately knew what it meant. Samantha moaned when his body curled into her and began rocking against her, deliciously slow. He kissed her, and their moans mingled while he made love to her, all through the night.
*
Jonathan walked towards the coffee shop in the corner of his office. As usual, she was in his thoughts. Three months had passed since the night when Samantha said goodbye and he still couldn’t get her out of his mind. The week after, he had realized the only place she
could be in England was Oxford University. She would not reach for anything less, and only that institution was worthy of her. So he called and found out that in fact she worked there. He called her for two weeks straight leaving messages, but she never called him back.
Still, he called her.
He called, until they asked him not to call anymore.
He thought about going there for her, but as much as he wanted to, it wasn’t realistic. He had just started a new job, and he couldn’t just pack up and leave. That didn’t stop her from governing his thoughts day and night. However, as much as he needed her, and missed her, he didn’t love her.
“I need to stop thinking about her. She hurt me. She left without a second thought. How could she do that to me, to us? We’ve always been there for each other. How could she just leave me like that?” He pushed his hand through his hair as his heart constricted. Bitterness creeping in. “If she wants to move on, then fine. If she can throw away everything we went through together, then I don’t need her. Let her move on. Maybe it’s time I do the same,” he walked into the coffee shop, to find Rose sitting at one of the tall tables towards the center.
“Good morning, butt face. I got you guys coffee since I got here first,” Rose said to him, as he got near her. He chuckled, and kissed her cheek.
“Good morning, sweetie,” he said, sitting down next to her.
“Dude! Can you walk a bit faster next time, please? It’s not like we are coming here together or anything,” Phil said sarcastically, catching up with them and sitting down on the other side of Rose. Jonathan gave him an apologetic look.
“Sorry, man. I was just…”
“Lost in thought, yeah, I know,” Phil said, interrupting him. “You are always lost in thought,” he added, giving him a lethal look, then turned to Rose.
“Hey babe, how are you?” he smiled, as she handed him his coffee, and took a sip. “Thank you,” he added, kissing her cheek.
“Great, Phil. And you?”
“Tired, I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Well, that’s because he had a certain redhead stuck in between the sheets,” Jonathan said, and laughed. Rose sighed, disappointed, and rolled her eyes.
“I can’t believe you guys got tangled up with those two snakes so fast,” she shuddered, in disgust.
Jonathan stopped laughing, and looked away. Ever since that night in which he imagined Samantha in Chantelle’s place, he had been seeing her. Well, more like meeting her at the pub and then sleeping with her, but it had become a routine. He got drunk and slept with her, and every time it was Samantha he saw, he kissed, he made love to. He convinced himself that if he didn’t believe in love, and Chantelle didn’t want anything serious, then there was no harm in seeing her.
Still, he felt empty.
There was a part of him missing, and he didn’t know if it would ever return to him, if he would ever get her back.
Taking a deep breath, he sipped his coffee and looked up at Rose. He caught her looking at Phil while he drank his coffee, and read the newspaper in his hand. She was looking at Phil with dreamy eyes, and she actually sighed. Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head and sipped his coffee again. Rose blushed, once she realized he had noticed.
“Watch butt face, in action,” he mouthed the words to her, causing her eyes to widen in alarm. He smirked at her, and she shook her head as discreetly as she could, while panicking. He turned to Phil.
“You know, Phil. I hadn’t realized Rose’s hair was so long and beautiful. That color is that, Rose? Dark blonde? What do you think, Phil? It’s kind of hard to tell since she always has it pulled up at the office,” Jonathan asked, bringing Phil’s attention to her.
He tried not to laugh. Phil was a hair kind of man. While Jonathan loved the legs of a woman, Phil went crazy for long, lustrous hair. There was something about the feel of it in his hands, and on his body when he was with a woman. At least that was what Phil usually said, to explain what in Jonathan’s eyes, was dangerously close to a fetish. That was all he needed to go all Casanova on a woman, and Rose’s hair was truly beautiful. Phil had just been too busy with a certain redhead to notice, another one of his weaknesses. Red hair.
Phil’s eyes settled on Rose. She was wearing a ponytail and Jonathan reached for it, tugging at it and pulling her hair loose. As he did, her soft wavy hair fell gracefully over the right side of her face, and over her shoulders.
“There, a lot better,” Jonathan said, and smiled at her, sipping his coffee once again.
Phil couldn’t help but stare at her. He didn’t quite mean to, but he couldn’t help it. Rose slid her hands in her hair, shaking it and bringing it to rest evenly around her face and shoulders. Her fingers combed the top, and flipped it to the side as she tried to make it look good after being held by the hair band. The whole thing might as well have played in slow motion, because he was in some sort of trance. The rays of sunlight that came through the window near them illuminated her hair, making her strands shine. Her hair was a dark blonde, bordering honey brown, and had natural highlights in it. Combined with her beautiful, light almost transparent jade colored eyes, her rosy cheeks and her small pink lips, she was a sight for sore eyes. Her body was a thing of beauty too. She was thin but curvy, beautiful round breasts, a small waist and long curvaceous legs. Rose cleared her throat nervously, bringing him out of the trance. His eyes went to hers again.
“Was I staring?” Phil asked, noticing her nod. Her face was red from embarrassment. He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare at you. I guess I got…”
“Lost in thought,” Jonathan said, trying not to laugh.
Phil didn’t even notice. “You are truly beautiful, Rose. Just stunning.”
Rose’s eyes widened again, and she smiled blushing. “Thank you,” she answered, looking at Jonathan. She wasn’t sure yet if he deserved a punch in the face, or a hug. She was going to have to think about that one.
Jonathan smirked, shaking his head. “That was so easy,” he thought, looking at Phil then smiled at Rose again. “You should dress like this more often, it really suits your figure.”
Phil’s eyes returned to her body. She was wearing tight jeans and a white button down shirt with the first three buttons open so that it showed a hint of cleavage but remained demure, she had a navy blue form fitting blazer, and brown boots.
“Well, it’s casual Friday so…” she said, trailing off nervously.
Phil nodded. “I agree with Jonathan. You look amazing.”
“Thank you. Well boys, time to go to the office,” she said, and got off the stool, walking towards the exit. Phil’s eyes followed her to the door.
Jonathan looked at Phil and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Phil chuckled, shaking his head. He was totally dazed by Rose.
Once they got to the office, everyone went their own way. Jonathan and Chantelle had a case in court this morning, so the first thing he did was go into her office.
“Knock, knock,” he said, walking in, and closed the door behind him. She gave him a brilliant smile, getting up from her chair.
“You are just in time, tiger. I haven’t had breakfast yet… lock the door.”
Jonathan sighed. “Not now, Chantelle. We have to work.”
Chantelle raised her brow at his tone, and crossed her arms in front of her. “What is it? Don’t tell me, it’s your dear Sam again, isn’t it?” her voice was full of sarcasm.
Jonathan took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. “How do you know about Sam?” He demanded.
She laughed dropping her arms. “Oh, please! You say her name every single time we are together. “Sam, I need you, baby. Sam, you belong in my arms. You are so beautiful, Sam. Sam, come back to me, baby!” She said, in a mocking tone. “Do you really think I need all that stupid pep talk during sex? It’s annoying!”
Jonathan closed his eyes, taking another breath. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his body tensed.
“Sore spot, huh?” She
asked, and turned around going back to her desk. “Oh honey, that’s why I don’t do feelings. It’s too messy.” She sat on her chair, and grabbed the file she had been reading. “Let’s work, then. We need to be in the courtroom in an hour and a half,” Jonathan looked at her, trying to steady his breathing, the pain in his heart unraveling and scorching him once again. He had to get her out of his mind. He couldn’t keep thinking about Sam day and night.
“Time to move on,” he told himself and in three strides, he closed the distance between him and Chantelle. He grabbed her by the waist, roughly picking her up from the chair and sitting her on the desk. His hand swiped the desk, throwing everything to the floor. The papers went flying while he laid her down on the surface, and pushed his pants down.
She smirked. “There he is. Good morning, tiger!”
He kissed her, shutting her up, got hold of himself, and began getting ready for her. Her skirt slid up when he pulled her to him and her legs wrapped around him. He immediately realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath; he felt her skin against him. His hips crashed into hers, and she covered her mouth to muffle the powerful moan that rippled through her. She held the edge of the desk and arched her back while his hips moved vigorously against her.
Pain mixed with pleasure for Jonathan, as he kissed her. It wasn’t Samantha, but it should be enough to help him forget.
Saturday, November 17th, 2001. University of Oxford, England.
It was five days before the American Thanksgiving, and Samantha prepared for her trip to the US. She had finally received her Father’s residency documents, and was beside herself with excitement. She was traveling to Michigan, and finally bringing him home with her.
Christopher stood in front of the classroom; book in hand although he wasn’t actually reading from it.
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever…”
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