I Remember You

by Scarlett Metal

  He tumbled onto the bed with her still in his arms. She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair. “Now that was amazing,” she said and kissed his neck.

  He ran a finger down her thigh. “Definitely worth the wait.” He paused and traced a finger over her pussy lips. “But, Sam, we’re just getting started. I have ten years to make up for tonight.”

  He thought he saw her visibly shudder as her eyes darkened. “I won’t be able to walk after a few days of this.”

  He gave her a crooked smile. “That’s the idea, baby.”

  ***

  Samantha hadn’t had sex like that ever, with anyone. She never managed to find someone she had that kind of sexual chemistry. No one had ever made her come like that from intercourse alone. But it wasn’t even just about the sex. There was so much more - a deeper connection - like when he was inside her, he was touching her soul.

  “You owe me new panties.” She grinned and wrapped an arm around his waist as he lay back with an arm around her shoulder.

  “Sam, I’ll buy you hundreds of pairs of panties. On second thought, no I won’t. I’d prefer you with no panties.” His eyes had a mischievous gleam as he looked down at her.

  She grinned and smacked his chest lightly. “I bet. Perv.” She rolled her eyes, but secretly, the thought of walking around him all the time with no underwear on made her clench her thighs together with desire.

  “Ouch!” He grabbed his chest, pretending to be hurt.

  She laughed. “Whatever!”

  He moved a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look up at him. “Seriously, Sam. Thank you for coming here with me tonight. It’s been great and even more than I could’ve hoped for.”

  Her heart constricted in her chest. If only things could continue to be amazing beyond tonight. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, fighting back the tears before Lance noticed.

  “Hey, hey...Sam, are you crying?” He asked, sitting up so he could get a better look at her.

  Darn it. Too late. She shook her head. “No. It’s just...This is bringing up a lot of emotions and I never thought I’d be in your arms again. But here I am. It’s a little surreal.”

  Lance flipped her over on to her back, covering her petite body with his long frame. He cradled her face in his hands, brushing her cheeks with his fingers, studying her face. “Sam, don’t cry. I’m here. You’re here. And we are going to make the most of it.” He brushed her lips with his. “I’ve missed you all these years. More than I ever cared to admit to anyone, especially myself.”

  She looked up at him and touched his face. “I’ve missed you too.”

  He sighed and shoved himself up off her, sitting next to her on the bed. “Sam, you know I write most of the songs for the Forbidden Gods, don’t you?”

  She slid up, sitting next to him. “I didn’t know, but I’m not surprised. You always were a great song writer.”

  He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “Sam, any love song I’ve written in the past 10 years, hell before that even, has been about you. It’s always been you.” His eyes were so full of emotion and the tears welled up in her eyes again.

  There was no way she’d be able to leave him again after tonight.

  ***

  Lance wondered if he would be able to convince Samantha to go with him on the road, at least for a bit. He just got her back after all these years; he wasn’t ready to let her go in a couple days. He wanted to find a way to make this work.

  “Don’t cry, Sam.” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Let’s enjoy tonight, ok?”

  She laughed nervously and nodded. “Ok.”

  His gaze moved over her body, taking in the curves he remembered so well. He felt desire stir in his loins again. “You’re sexier than ever, Sam.”

  Her cheeks reddened under his scrutiny. “Thanks. I try. Lots of yoga.”

  He traced a finger around her nipple, watching it pucker beneath his touch. “Does that mean you’re pretty flexible?”

  She shivered and giggled. “Maybe. I’ve never tried.”

  “What a shame. We’ll have to remedy that, but first, I want to find out if you taste as good as I’ve always imagined you would.” He moved swiftly between her legs, his hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading them wide.

  He stopped for a minute, studying her swollen sex. It looked like she waxed it bare, and a wave of jealousy washed over him as he thought about who else might have seen her naked. No one else would ever again if he had anything to say about it.

  He spread her wide with this thumbs, wanting to see all of her. “I love how smooth it is.” He moved his tongue all around her, lapping up her juices. She was so wet, her body so responsive to his touch. Her head fell back on the pillow with a sigh. He planned on having her screaming by the time he was done.

  She tasted amazing, even better than he’d hoped. She was sweet like honey. Closing his mouth over her entire pussy, he licked all around her folds, not missing a spot. He finally slid two fingers inside of her wet heat as he teased her clit with his tongue, feeling it swell. He looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, whimpers coming from her lips.

  He stopped for a moment, lifting his head slightly to look at her. “Look at me, Sam,” he said firmly.

  Her eyes opened and her head came up off the pillow as she looked down at him. Her green eyes were glassy with desire. “I want you to watch me. I want to see your eyes when you come,” he murmured before lowering his head back down to her dripping sex. His tongue darted slowly in and out of her pussy, feeling the sensitive flesh pulse beneath him. He buried his face deep between her legs, fucking her with his tongue, his nose bumping her clit. Her soft whimpers had turned to pants, whispering his name with each thrust of his tongue.

  His tongue was covered with her cream as he moved up and kissed her clit. A moan escaped her when he closed his lips over it and sucked gently. He felt it grow beneath his tongue and he knew she was close. He added a third finger to the other two and her body bowed up off the bed. She threaded her hands in his hair and ground her hips against him as her body tensed. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out as he felt the walls of her sex pulse around his fingers with her orgasm. He held her down with this other hand as her body shook, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

  He stopped sucking on her clit, running his tongue over it, flicking it gently over the sensitive nub. He moved his fingers in and out of her slowly, her juices dripping down his hand to his wrist. Fuck, she was wet! His fingers found her G-spot, curling up and making a ‘come-here’ motion as his lips circled her clit, sucking again. He scraped his teeth over it and she pulled his hair and held him against her, her pussy clamped down on his fingers as she came again, screaming as each wave of pleasure washed over her, her body now covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

  She moaned his name again and again as he kept sucking on her gently, drawing every last spasm from her. When she finally stopped shaking, he placed a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh and slid up her body.

  “Fuck, Lance,” she mumbled. “That was fucking awesome.” She grabbed his face in her trembling hands and pulled him to her. She ran her tongue across his lips and chin, gathering the juices she’d left there.

  “Sam, that’s so fucking hot,” he moaned against her lips. She kissed him hard, snaking her tongue into his mouth.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock rubbed her wet pussy, dripping now from his teasing and her two orgasms. “I need you inside me again,” she moaned and arched beneath him so the head of his cock was positioned at her entrance.

  He kissed her lips softly. “Let me get a condom.” He started to move off of her but she wrapped her legs around him tighter.

  “I’m on the pill. And clean. I’m ok if you are,” she mumbled, holding tight to him.

  The thought of feeling her skin on skin, no barriers, made him shudder; he’d love that so much. “I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.
If you’re sure…”

  She whimpered and thrust her hips, as if trying to get him inside her. He buried his face in her neck and whispered, “Jesus, Sam, if you keep that up, I’m not going to last much longer.”

  She turned her head and kissed his ear, her breath warm on his already hot skin. “Then what are you waiting for?” She reached down between them, her soft hand encircling his hard shaft. She guided him inside of her and he groaned as her wet walls stretched around him.

  “You feel so good inside me,” she murmured into his neck.

  He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her as he started to move slowly in and out of her. He stroked her hair from her face, smiling at her.

  “I love you, Samantha,” he said, his words thick with desire, feeling her pulse around him.

  She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, tilting her hips to take him in deeper. “I love you, Lance,” she whispered breathlessly as he bent down to run a tongue over her taut nipple. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders, wrapping her legs tighter around him.

  He moved up to kneel between her legs. Still looking into her eyes, he began to stroke her clit with his thumb. She shuddered and moaned, “Yes, don’t stop…Make me come.”

  She was so passionate, even more than he had expected. He didn’t know if he thought she would be conservative with her upbringing, but he was definitely surprised with the way she responded to him.

  “Yes, baby, come for me…Come all over me.” He moved faster, feeling her clit grow under his thumb and he knew she was close.

  Her head arched on the pillow as she cried out with her orgasm. “Yes, oh my god, Lance, fuck me!”

  Overcome with lust, he gripped her hips in his hands, his nails digging into her soft flesh. He thrust hard into her one last time and roared her name as he shot deep inside her. His orgasm was intense, coming from deep in his balls and he was trembling by the time he was done.

  He collapsed on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him, feeling her pussy still pulsing around him. He planted tiny kisses from her ear, down her neck, and over her shoulder as he listened to her breathing return to normal.

  “Wow,” she finally said, breaking the silence.

  He lifted his head to look at her with a crooked smile. “Yeah,” he replied as he finally rolled off of her.

  She blew a stray piece of hair off of her sweaty forehead. “But now,” she said as she rolled her head over on the pillow to look at him, “I need a shower.”

  He laughed but he had to admit she looked like a hot mess. A hot sexy mess, his mess. “But you look well satisfied,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

  She shivered a little and nodded. “Very well satisfied,” she whispered, reaching over to run her fingertip down his arm. She grinned sheepishly. “And starving. You sure do know how to work up a girl’s appetite.”

  He laughed and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. “How about you shower and I order us room service? As much as I want to join you in there, I have to admit I’m starving too.”

  She kissed his lips softly. “Sounds like a plan. Just order pizza or a burger or something. And water. Lots of water. I’m dying of thirst and I have a feeling I will be later too.”

  “You better believe it,” he said as he sat up. “Now scoot. Before you distract me again with your gorgeous body.”

  She got up off the bed with a roll of her eyes. “As if!”

  He leaned over and smacked her ass. God he loved her ass. “Shower. Now!”

  She giggled and began walking to the bathroom. “Yes, Sir!”

  He smiled and shook his head as he watched her walk into the bathroom. As she shut the door, she turned to give him a wink and he thought again about joining her. He was hungry too and he wanted both of them to keep their strength up. It was only about one AM and he had no intention on sleeping tonight.

  He found some jeans in his suitcase and slipped them on, leaving them unbuttoned as he went over to the desk in the room and found the room service menu. He quickly ordered them some burgers, fries, and champagne, deciding tonight was definitely a night to celebrate.

  After all these years apart, it was amazing they were so comfortable with each other right away, like they’d never been apart. It reaffirmed to him that she belonged to him and he belonged to her.

  He was pretty sure she felt the same way, but what if she didn’t?

  Chapter Seven

  Samantha couldn’t help but smile as she started the water in the shower. Sex with Lance was hot and satisfying and her whole body was tingling all over. She kind of wished he’d joined her in the shower, but she also needed a few minutes alone to collect her thoughts.

  He loved her. And she loved him. Now what were they going to do? She had a feeling it wasn’t going to be simple and she didn’t want to go home in a couple of days, going back to her old life as if none of this happened.

  She stepped into the steamy shower. Could she be the girlfriend of a rock star? The thought sure was tempting, but could she handle all the time apart? Granted, as a writer, she could travel with him, but did she want to spend half of her life or more on the road? And what would happen when or if they had kids? As she let the water rinse the soap from her hair, she thought about the groupies. She wasn’t naturally a jealous or possessive person, but could she deal with all the women throwing themselves at him? And could he be faithful?

  She shook her head. They hadn’t even talked about trying to make this whole thing work beyond the next few days, so why was she even worrying about all these things? As she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, she decided she was going to continue to enjoy this time with Lance and worry about all of that later.

  She dried off and grabbed a lush robe provided by the hotel. She wrapped herself in its softness, eager to get back to Lance. As she opened the door, she caught him sitting at the desk, deep in thought. She leaned against the doorway and watched him. Who was she to interrupt an artist at work? He ran his hand through his hair and then scribbled something down on the piece of paper in front of him. A wave of desire suddenly washed through her, pooling between her thighs. The hunger in her belly was replaced by a different kind of hunger.

  She padded across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Am I interrupting anything?” She whispered into his ear.

  He reached up and clasped her arm with his hand. “Not really. Just suddenly inspired.” He pulled her onto his lap. “Wonder why,” he said softly, tugging at the belt of the robe and sliding his hand inside. His hand cupped her breast, the pad of his thumb moving slowly over her nipple, teasing it until she was panting.

  “Lance,” she murmured, about to beg him to fuck her when there was a knock at the door.

  “Room service!”

  He gave her a lazy smile. “We’ll have to finish this later.” She slid off his lap with a pout and he laughed as he got up off the chair to answer the door.

  She went and sat on the bed, propping herself up on some pillows. Peeking over to make sure the room service guy couldn’t see her; she undid her robe and slipped out of it so she naked. She wanted Lance now and she didn’t want to wait.

  She heard the door shut and he started to wheel the cart further into the room. “Baby, I got us some burgers, fries, and –.” He stopped suddenly when he saw her naked on the bed.

  “Samantha,” he said, his voice was low, thick with desire.

  “I want you Lance. Now.” She wasn’t normally so assertive in bed, but there was something about him. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  He unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his hips and kicking out of them before attacking her on the bed. He pinned her down, holding her hands above her head. “You want me, Sam, you got me.” He bent down to kiss her, running his tongue along her lower lip before kissing her passionately.

  They made love again, this time slower than before. He worshipped her body, kissing her from head to toe before
sliding deep inside her. When they were done, she wrapped her body around him, holding him tight. Neither of them said anything and she thought he’d fallen asleep. Her stomach rumbled and he laughed. “You need to eat, huh?” He asked.

  “Guess so.” She sat up and went over to the room service cart. She grabbed their plates and brought them over to the bed.

  They didn’t speak at first, both of them eating and enjoying each other’s company. When they were done, he took their plates and set them on the table next to the bed. He took her hand. “Sam, I want to talk to you about something.”

  She swallowed hard, not sure of what he was going to say. Was he going to say this was fun, but in a couple of days he had to get back on the road and maybe he’d see her again if he ever came back around? Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.