The Honeymoon | By : HagenRenaker Category: 1 through F > Foyle's War Views: 2430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Samantha had wandered nervously into Mr Foyle’s front room as he followed her through the front door, but she moved back towards him as he simultaneously clicked it shut and hung up his hat. In an instant he held her in his arms at last. As Christopher let his lips touch hers he felt as if he were falling from a great height, though with the knowledge that something beautifully soft was going to cushion the fall. In the pub he had realised they would require this privacy before he could even touch her hand again… now he was not going to be able to stop the sweet mad urgency of his exploration of Sam’s mouth. Her response was not discouraging this in any way, either. Her lips opened to his tongue and she emitted a breathless moan of enthusiasm that only intensified his desire. He held one hand at the back of her neck and drank like a man parched in a desert; for it had been years since he had felt this kind of pleasure. When at last they pulled apart and looked at each other, her eyes were aglow as they examined his; he had not seen her look this happy in months, he thought suddenly. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, willing himself not to take her lips again, as he knew how out of control he already felt. She hugged him. “Oh, Christopher, I love you.” He shut his eyes tightly as his hand stroked her hair. “I love you, too, Sam. I was hesitant, too. Thought I shouldn’t let you know, because you’d be repulsed and I would lose you altogether.” “Repulsed!” She pushed him gently from her so that she could see his sweet clear eyes again. “I think I’ve loved you since… well, really only a few months after I met you… but I never dreamt that you could feel that way about me. Though I dreamt all the time about what it would be like if you only would.” Foyle was torn. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, but at the same time he feared that he might be unable to contain his passion. Something told him that Samantha would not be the one to hold the line, but he wanted her to be his wife before they went that far. Sam for her part was feeling dizzy with want of him; the touch of his tongue against hers had made her spasm with release instantly, and all she could think of was how much she wanted to feel that with Christopher deep inside her. She eagerly embraced him and kissed him with a passion so intense that he moaned deeply, causing her to buckle at the knees. She had to clutch his shoulders just to keep standing. “Sam… my dear…” his voice was shaking. “Please, we have to stop.” His resolve to brace his lower body away from hers melted as quickly as she melted again into him, and he felt himself grow hard against the soft valley between the top of her legs. Her sweet sighs and ardent murmurs of his first name drove him to distraction, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth as his hands sculpted her body. At first she held his head to hers, her fingers exploring the soft hair she had longed to touch, his ears and neck. When her hands slid to his waist and one reached down to feel the erection that strained his trousers, he grasped her by the wrist and gently pushed her away from him, breathing hard. How he had managed to overcome desire of such a strength, he didn’t know… he wasn’t getting much assistance from his dear Sam, but she would understand as he explained it. “It would mean so much to me if we were married first, dear one. It’s old-fashioned, I know, but…” She stared at him. Oh, God. He had meant to ask a bit more ceremoniously than that. Now she would think he took her for granted. “You want… you want to marry me?” she asked him, joy brimming in her eyes. “My dear, what do you think? …I didn’t mean to propose in so peremptory a way,” he muttered, pulling her into his arms again, “but heavens, yes, Sam. Please will you marry me?” “Oh, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” He could feel her smiling against his neck as her hands again played with his hair. She drew back to look at him slyly. “But do we really have to wait to be married before we… ?” He laughed. “Yesss! But, Samantha…” he looked into her eyes and his next words made her shiver. “I can’t wait long. What about next month? Will it give you time to prepare your family for it?” Sam just hugged him. “They’ll just have to be ready. I’d marry you tomorrow. Oh, Christopher, if I’d ever thought…” She just shook her head in disbelief. Somehow they had managed to honour his resolution, and now, exactly one month later, here they were on their honeymoon. TBC...
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