Jonathan immediately lifted her hips, and slid inside her. He cursed, when she began to contract around him. He held her firmly, and flipped her on her back so he was laying on her. His hips began to rock against her, increasing their rhythm. His movements prolonging her falling, and intensifying her pleasure. She gripped him tighter. He kissed her lips, desperately needing to taste every single one of her moans, her reaction to him pushing him to his limit. He jerked while the powerful surge of pleasure ran down his spine, to his lower belly and electrified every inch of him inside her, overwhelming him. He curled over her, pulling her impossibly closer, and hid his face in the curve of her neck. He began to rock deeper, faster into her… then he felt her. She shuddered in his arms, and she fell over the edge all over again. That was all it took for Jonathan to become undone inside her. His body shook and jerked over hers, and their moans mixed in the air while they got lost in each other.
Samantha woke up in his arms the next morning, and smiled. She was unreservedly happy in this moment with him. She hadn’t felt like that in a long time, in fact, she was almost certain she had never felt like that.
She looked up to him, noticing he was still sleeping. She lifted her head, and began to place little kisses on his chest, closing her eyes at the sensation of his skin under her lips. She carefully moved her body up, so that she was laying half on top of him, and kissed his neck. She sighed, realizing she could still smell his cologne on him, and brought her nose close to him. She nuzzled the curve of his neck slowly, the way she had done in the car. The tip of her nose caressed his skin on her way up to his ear. She stopped right below it and inhaled deeply, letting his scent intoxicate her senses. He was utterly irresistible, but you wouldn’t hear her complaining any time soon. She repeated the move a couple more times, inhaling him and becoming high from him. Her whole body tingled in response.
Samantha slid over him a bit more, so she could reach his face, and began giving him soft little kisses all over. On his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead and finally one on his nose. Jonathan smiled, although his eyes remained closed. She chuckled.
“I knew you were awake.”
He nodded lazily. “You have no idea how awake I am,” he whispered against her lips, dragging her hand from his chest down his body until she could feel him. He hummed when her fingers wrapped around him.
“I’m glad you woke up fully for me then,” she answered, with a smile.
He chuckled. “Always, baby. I woke up the second your body shifted on me, but what you were doing to me was so delicious, I was afraid to move and have you stop.”
Her eyes roamed his face until he opened his eyes to look at her. He kissed her and she leaned in, whispering in his ear.
“I’m going to do it again, this time your body belongs to my lips. Oh and afterwards, we are using that tub,” he grinned, closing his eyes again. She nuzzled his neck and he sighed, enjoying every second of it. Her lips followed…
“I never want to stop kissing you… making love to you, Sam,” Jonathan whispered, in between kisses as their bodies intertwined again. Each of them giving everything, and taking everything from one another.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Jonathan.”
*
Thanksgiving day had finally arrived, and Jonathan parked the car at his Mother’s house. Samantha had sent him to the store for an extra bag of cranberries. She was making the cranberry sauce with Grandma Rose, and since they were all eating together this year, she was afraid they might need more.
He walked into her house, and right into the kitchen to find everyone inside. They were all head first into the preparations.
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” He asked amused, spotting Frank with his nutcracker apron on.
“Well, my Dad is making the mashed potatoes, Angela is overseeing the turkey, and I’m making the cranberry sauce with Grandma Rose, and then I’ll be learning how to make her famous, mouthwatering pumpkin pie,” Samantha said excited, and he smiled.
“Oh, yes. Please, learn how to make that pie. I’m going to need you to bake it for me at least once a week,” he said rubbing his stomach, and they laughed. “Here you go, baby. I brought you two more bags just in case,” he added, placing the bag on the counter. He cradled her face with his left hand and kissed her softly on the lips, then placed two small kisses on the forehead.
She sighed, totally smitten by him, without even realizing that everyone in the kitchen had stopped and focused on them.
Grandma Rose, Frank and Angela looked at them and then at each other, their eyes widening in amazement. Yet they remained quiet, going back to their chores. Jonathan turned to look at them, suspicious.
“What?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at his Mother. She smiled.
“Oh, nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Angela answered, batting her eyelashes, and winked at him.
“Jonathan and Sam are sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Grandma Rose added in a singsong tone. Angela and Frank immediately burst with laughter.
Jonathan laughed, while Samantha rolled her eyes. “Very funny, guys. Very mature,” she added, washing the cranberries. Jonathan kissed her again.
“So, what’s my chore?” he asked her, looking around the kitchen.
“Well, you have the most important task of the night. Although I’m not quite sure you can pull it off. Open the sweet corn cans, put them in the bowl and have your finger ready for when we need you to heat them up in the microwave,” Samantha said, smiling and they all laughed.
“I think I can manage that,” he said chuckling, and got to work.
“I’m done!” Frank announced to the kitchen a few minutes later. He turned to face Jonathan. “How about it son, you want to watch the game?” Jonathan nodded, placing the bowl on the counter, next to the microwave, and stepped into the living room to turn on the TV.
“Ok, ladies. Let’s do inventory, shall we?” Angela told Samantha and Grandma Rose, about an hour later. “The cranberry sauce is done, and so are the mashed potatoes, the pumpkin pie, and the gravy. The turkey should be ready in about two more hours so we are good. Nothing more to do in the kitchen, everyone can go get ready.”
Samantha smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Angela.”
“No, honey. Thank you, for everything. Thanks to you, our son is finally happy,” Angela said, with watery eyes and hugged her again.
“Nooo! What are you doing? Pick up the ball!” The shouts came from the living room, startling them.
They looked at each other again and laughed. Grandma Rose gave Samantha a hug, and a kiss too, and off they went to their house, to shower and get ready. Samantha walked to the living room, and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Jonathan.
He looked up at her smiling. “Do you need my help, baby?” She returned the smile shaking her head.
“No, we are done. Your Mom and Grandma Rose went to the house to shower and get ready and I’m heading upstairs to do the same.”
“Oh, ok,” he looked at his watch, noticing it was 5:48pm. “I’ll be on my way too, then,”
She nodded, giving him a kiss. “Ok, baby. I’m going upstairs to shower. See you in a bit,” she got up and walked to the stairs.
“Baby,” he called, getting up after her. “What do you want me to wear? Casual or formal? I always travel with a suit and tie just in case.”
She turned at the base of the stairs. A full-blown smile curved her lips. His question brought her back to so many years ago, when she used to tell him what he should wear while in high school and even through college. Yet he never failed to forget a piece of his wardrobe somewhere.
“That is the cutest thing you could have ever said,” he laughed. “Surprise me,” she added, and then shrugged. “I didn’t really bring anything for dinner with me, since I wasn’t expecting to spend Thanksgiving here. I had bought a dress for it, but I left in Oxford.”
His eyes lit up as he remembered something. “Wow, that jus
t reminded me of something. Wait here, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Jonathan ran out the door, rushing into his house and up the stairs. He walked into his room and opened the closet. He pushed a few bed sheets and a comforter from the top shelf and reached back pulling out a big, rectangular white box with a silver ribbon and bow wrapped around it. Walking to his bed, he placed it there and used a shirt to dust it off. He smiled.
He walked back into her house, and found her standing in the same spot where he left her. Her eyes narrowed, suspiciously. He gave her his good boy smile, and grabbed her hand, pulling her behind him.
“Let’s go,” he said, rushing up the stairs, while she struggled to catch up with him.
They got to her room and he sat on the bed excited. She sat next to him, confused by his behavior.
“Jonathan, what’s going on?”
“I had bought you this as a graduation gift for you. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to give it to you…” he trailed off, looking at the box nostalgically. Samantha’s heart constricted. He looked up at her, his smile returning. “It was still sitting in the back of my closet, but it was meant for you, and I want you to have it.”
Jonathan handed her the box, and her mouth dropped the second she opened it. Inside it, she could see the most beautiful dress. It felt soft while her fingers caressed it, taking it out of the box. It was a strapless dress, in a delicate vintage cream tone with a gold sheen to it. She recognized the material thanks to her shopping trips with Maggie. It was silk chiffon. The style was fitted from the bust to the waist, and then flared out into a soft, loose skirt that went down to the knee. It had several layers of golden colored tulle underneath, and beautiful Chantilly lace appliqués in the form of fine flowers and leaves placed on it. They seemed to have been delicately sown on to a thin layer of tulle that enveloped the whole dress. The flowers and leaves began on the left edge of the bust line, then cascaded towards the right side of the bustier, and on to the waist. Finally, they began to spread all over the skirt as though they had fallen on it from the sky. A beautiful satin band added the last touch, wrapping around the waist and tying in the back.
She shook her head stunned. The dress was beautiful, delicate, sexy, sweet and romantic all at the same time.
“I’m in love,” she said, looking at him once again.
He smiled, kissing her. “Well, that I already knew, but what do you think about the dress?”
She chuckled, and kissed him again. “It’s a dream. How did you ever buy this for me?”
“I walked into the store and told the lady I needed a dress for my best friend. She began pulling all the dresses she thought would work, but even though I had never seen you wear a dress before, I knew nothing seemed like you. I opened a store catalog they had on the counter, while I waited for her, and the moment I saw it I could envision you wearing it. I asked her about it, and she said it was from a new European designer. From her Wedding Collection actually,” he said, chuckling. “I told her I didn’t care, that was the dress for you. So I bought it.”
She looked at him stunned by the story, then looked at the tag. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw the name. It read, “Monique Lhuillier.”
Jonathan chuckled. “It took a lot of negotiating with the lady, but I got a discount. Although, I still spent half of my saved ‘Boston budget’ on it, I didn’t care. I wanted it for you,” he became pensive for a few moments, and held her hand in his. His eyes settled on hers. “I guess even though I hadn’t consciously accepted it yet, everything inside me knew that I loved you, and that I would do anything for you, Sam.”
She held his face in her hands, and kissed him with every ounce of love inside her.
*
Jonathan stood in front of the mirror, assessing himself after getting ready for the dinner. He was wearing a grey tailored suit, a deep purple button down shirt, and a black tie. He sprayed Samantha’s favorite cologne, and a small shiver ran through him when he remembered her smelling his neck in the car, and the hotel. He smiled, and took a deep breath, willing his body to stop reacting to the thought.
He went downstairs, and found Angela and Grandma Rose both wearing two of the many beautiful dresses he had bought for them, but still hadn’t used.
“You ladies look gorgeous,” he gave both of them, a kiss on their cheek, and smiled. “I’m glad you decided to wear the dresses I got you.”
“Well, it’s a very special occasion, so we have to celebrate,” Grandma Rose answered.
Jonathan smiled again. “It is. I’m in love with Sam, and I love you both for helping me see it clearly,” he offered his arms to them, and they walked out the door.
Frank opened the door to find Angela and Grandma Rose standing there. He was wearing a nice navy blue suit and tie. He smiled at them.
“You ladies look absolutely gorgeous,” he greeted them giving Angela a kiss on the cheek. She blushed.
“Thank you, Frank, that’s so kind of you,” Angela answered, entering the house. Jonathan had been standing behind them.
“What about me, Frank? Don’t I look gorgeous too?” Frank chuckled, grabbing his arm, and pulling him inside. Jonathan laughed.
“You look devastatingly handsome.”
Jonathan followed Samantha’s voice to the stairs. She was coming down the last few steps. He started at her hypnotized, mesmerized by her. She walked towards him and stood in front of him. His eyes roamed her whole body, taking everything in.
Her hair fell in beautiful waves over the right side of her body. It was swept to the side and held with a crystal hair clip. Her makeup was flawless, sweet yet sexy, making her eyes look gorgeous and big. She had a gold eye shadow on her lids, black eyeliner, a bit of blush on her cheeks, and her lips were accentuated by a pink lip-gloss with a golden sheen to it. The dress he gave her seemed sown onto her body. Her legs looked lean and firm and she was wearing tan high heels, no jewelry.
“We will have to remedy that,” he thought, cradling her face, and placing two kisses on her forehead.
“You look absolutely stunning. You took my breath away, Sam,” he grinned, noticing the hint of a blush under her make up. They turned towards the dining room and caught everyone looking at them with dreamy eyes. Samantha laughed.
“Let’s eat,” she said, her blush deepening. The others chuckled, and sat at the table.
Everything had already been served, and they held hands preparing to give thanks. Frank spoke first.
“I want to give thanks today for everything we have. For this wonderful meal and these beautiful lifelong friends we have been blessed with. May we have them in our lives forever.”
“For love,” Jonathan added. “I want to give thanks today for love,” Angela and Grandma Rose looked at him as their eyes watered. He faced Samantha. “I didn’t believe in love for a long time, and although I never cared to admit it, it devastated me. Then, someone very wise told me that love was the most powerful force in the world, that it moved and controlled it. She told me it was always present, whether we wanted to accept it or not. She was right, and I recognize that now. It took a long time and a lot of pain for me to let it in, to let it fill my soul, but I finally did and I feel blessed to be among the few that experience it. Those that not only feel it but receive it, and I choose to let it take over me completely, because it has given me happiness. It has given me your heart, Sam… today, I’m thankful for us.”
*
The Boston airport buzzed with people as Samantha and Jonathan walked off the plane. It was 6:32pm and after spending the most amazing Thanksgiving day they have ever had, they had been able to get everything packed. With Jonathan and Angela’s help, everything had gotten sorted, and Samantha had arranged for Frank’s things to be sold to the second hand store. The only other things remaining in the house were the beds, which they were leaving to the new owners of the house.
Samantha held his arm, while they walked towards the parking lot at the airport. Jonathan pushed the cart wi
th their luggage. They were happy, everything else aside, they were happy. Right there, right then, in that moment in time, they were finally happy. He stopped in front of his car, opening the trunk to set the luggage in. Samantha chuckled, incredulous.
“Well, it seems someone has a taste for expensive things,” She whistled to make the point, while she stared at his white Mercedes.
He laughed. “Yeah well, it’s not my fault. In fact, it’s Phil’s. He told me to accompany him to the dealer to buy a car and ended up convincing me to get one too. Not that I’m complaining, I mean it’s a Mercedes of course it’s great, but it’s his fault!”
She smirked, raising her brow. “That’s your story and you are sticking to it?” He chuckled, nodding. She shook her head, and got into the car.
During the drive through the city, Samantha found herself in love. The architecture as usual, was her favorite part. She was looking at everything all googly eyed, her head hung out of the window like a puppy. He looked at her, and chuckled, then turned into the parking lot of his building.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Smith and Miss?” The doorman asked, with a smile.
“Johnson,” she answered gracefully, returning his smile.
“Good afternoon, Miss Johnson. I see you have excellent company today, sir.”
“Good afternoon, Ralph. I certainly do. How was your holiday?”
“Wonderful, sir. And yours?”
Jonathan grinned, looking at her. “Absolutely perfect.”
They got out of the elevator on the last floor. Samantha turned to him, stunned by the elegance and modern style of the building.
“The penthouse? You are getting too fancy for me.”
He chuckled, but looked away, a weird emotion entering his eyes. She looked at him confused, until she recognized the look. He was embarrassed, almost ashamed. She shook her head.
“No, don’t misunderstand, I was only joking,” she cupped his cheek, prompting him to look at her. “There is nothing wrong with your car or this building. This means something to me. You have worked really hard and done well for yourself. That makes me happy. I’m so proud of you, baby… you deserve it all.”
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