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The Honeymoon	By : HagenRenaker Category: 1 through F > Foyle's War Views: 2428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Their progress toward their room, once they had reached their floor of their hotel and spied no one in the corridor, was not as hurried as their new-found friend had probably imagined, but this was not an indication of their patience.

Halting to kiss his wife hungrily, Christopher willed himself not to caress any part of her body but her waist, as he had a feeling that if he were to let his hands roam upward and witness her response, he might seriously contemplate taking her on the carpet of this hallway, and that would never do. As it was, her soft moan was already making him hard and he was going to have to let his silk scarf drape just so, as they moved toward their room, in order not to scandalise anyone they passed on the way.

Sam felt herself getting intensely warm and wet again at the wonderful sensation of his tongue in her mouth, and she clung to him with the conviction that, were he not supporting her in his arms, she would no longer be able to stand.

He drew back just enough to whisper against her lips, “We’d better concentrate on getting back to our bed…”

As soon as the door clicked shut he was tugging at the zipper at the side of her dress and at last lavishing her with kisses that branded those delectable shoulders. Sam bent her head back with a soft moan as he helped her out of the dress. Then she gave an abrupt gasp as he backed her against the door, pressing her tightly so that his arousal was throbbing against her abdomen and his fingers were weaving through hers to lock her hands to the door’s surface.

Their kisses just seemed to go on and on, until she was clinging to him just to keep on her feet, and he led her to the bed and tried not to rush as he removed her lingerie. Fumblingly, given the heavenly distractions of his attentions, she loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, opened his trousers…

Samantha bent to slowly kiss her way down his body. Foyle hadn’t forgotten her promise.

“Sam… you don’t have to—”

She raised her head, drank in his desire-clouded eyes. “You think I feel that I have to? What if I want to? I want every part of you. To know every part of you. I’m not sure exactly what to do, but you can help me, can’t you? Will I make you uncomfortable?”

Dear God, have you any idea, woman?

Foyle’s lips quirked to one side as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “Probably not.”

They looked at each other in loving merriment before she resumed.

Foyle had difficulty relaxing at first, terrified that he would go off like a starting pistol at the first touch of her mouth, but she eased him into a less tense state of mind by massaging his arms and then his hips as she placed light kisses on his neck and chest, abdomen and pelvic bone. He lay silent until she slowly ran her exploring hand around his hard shaft—then he took his breath in sharply. It was not the first time she had touched that part of him, but it was the first time she had spent so long concentrating on it exclusively, building up his anticipation, which was already pretty high. With a soft moan indicating definite desire she bent over him and kissed along his erection. The lift of his hips was quite as involuntary as his long, deep groan.

Satisfied that she must be on the right track, Samantha employed her tongue as well as her lips. He reached down to gently stroke her cheek, his breathing quickening as he expressed further wordless approval, and Sam contemplated what she should do next. A trifle hesitantly she tried to take him into her mouth, whereupon he strained not to move forward; still she gagged slightly at the size of him. Christopher tried desperately to summon focus so that he could guide her as she had requested earlier.

Sam glanced up to see him open his blue eyes, and the look in them held so much love that she felt very emotional.

“It’s all right, darling Sam,” he whispered. “There isn’t really any need to… er—just… umm, just think of having an ice cream cone. Grasp and lick around the cone, occasionally place all of your mouth upon it… you don’t have to take it all at once…”

This was an immense help to the gourmand Sam, who, not having consumed any ice cream since 1939, could imagine it with almost as much verve as she could imagine bringing her husband pleasure. So she fell to her goal with enthusiasm and was soon driving him nearly out of his mind. Christopher tangled his fingers in her hair as her lips and tongue caressed him, and the sounds he made ran chills of excitement up her spine. She felt such a lovely, giving sort of power as she made him writhe and cry out. It was all so arousing that she could scarcely wait for the feel of him inside her. Given that thought, she again tried to approximate with her mouth what he could feel when buried within her; she found that by easing him in a little at a time she was able to take more than half his length without difficulty.

He was in heaven, not only because the pleasure of her lips stimulating him was incredibly intense, but at the fullness in his heart that she would be so generous and adventurous as to try this.

Sam paused to catch her breath. A droplet of pearly liquid appeared upon the deep mauve of his tip, and she swirled her tongue slowly around to consume it. Behind the vicarage where she had grown up were some chestnut trees, and their unique scent when they bloomed was exactly the one she now breathed. It always had made her restless and stimulated, and now she knew why as she enjoyed the feel of him, trembling and hot beneath her lips, starting to thrust involuntarily between them.

He could see in her eyes that she was enjoying it, that she was taking pleasure in making him shiver each time she caressed the tip of his shaft with her lips as he moved inside her mouth.

“O, God… Samantha…”

His voice sounded so full of desire; so full of need... that it made her sigh happily and close her eyes for an instant. Sam started to feel almost as aroused as he was as she explored every part of him with her mouth and tongue.

Momentarily she gasped for air, leaning her forehead against his thigh as she tried to calm herself down. Then he shuddered and groaned as she moved her lips back to his swollen tip and softly began to suck.

She could feel his hands on her head again, grasping her hair and trying to urge her towards him, but she went on just sucking his head and licking the tiny hole until she knew from his ragged breaths that he couldn’t stand it anymore; then, she took nearly all his length in her mouth and started to suck him faster as her fingers wandered lower.

Sam looked up to see a look of wildness in his eyes that she had never seen before, and it thrilled her. She could feel a vigorous, rising throbbing and it rushed through her mind that she wasn’t now sure what to do, but it was time…

He was beyond controlling his lust as she teased and tormented him, and though he worried about her teeth, he abandoned himself to moving in and out of her succulent mouth. Her light fingering of his balls added to this took him over the edge and with a strangled groan he erupted like a volcano; the sight of her locking onto him to try to take all of his semen was exquisite. Never in all his sex life had he felt anything this good, this uninhibited, this... generous. And she had never done this before.

“Sam…” He whispered it, spent and wet and suddenly, tearfully, wanting to kiss her, to thank her prayerfully. Then she was there, her soft lips on his, and despite his breathlessness he took them more passionately than he ever had before.

When they parted she stroked his cheek as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Christopher just shook his head with wonder before he said, simply, “Thank you.”

She gave him that sun-drenched smile. “Mmmm. I never meant these words so sincerely: “You’re welcome.”
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