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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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Christopher Foyle nearly dropped the cufflink he was fumbling with when he looked up to see Samantha in her gown. It was a black off-the-shoulders number that showed her creamy skin off to full advantage. Whatever fabric it was made of clung to her curves before falling to the floor in a wide loose swathe of material, and it didn’t take his imagination long to wonder how it would feel beneath his hands if he caressed her waist.

Sam hadn’t yet finished with her hair, but held some hair grips poised for the task. Her husband looked so handsome in his evening clothes that she felt distinctly weak at the knees as he came towards her with a look she could only describe as ‘hungry’.

“Umm, Sam. You look…”

At a loss for words as usual, he trailed off. He never thought the word “beautiful” or even “lovely” quite summed the situation up, but she beamed at him, knowing how he was affected whenever he saw her dressed up. As he slipped his arms about her, his lips dropped lightly to her neck.

So gentle, and yet the soft touch set Sam on fire. She rolled her head back a little and moaned at the flick of his tongue.

“You’ll get me all hot and bothered.”

Her half-hearted scold made little impact. Christopher kissed her cheek and looked into her eyes with fond amusement. Sam sighed deeply, but couldn’t help returning his smile. He seemed to keep her in a perpetual state of arousal.

“As it is I’ve already got to change my underwear once, you troublesome man…”

He inspected her flushed skin and decided that the rosy bloom would fade sufficiently for decent company in a few minutes, but he couldn’t quite resist such a vision of tempting loveliness. He risked a quick look at his watch. Early yet.

“Well, before you do…”

He pushed her gently back on to the bed and pulled up the luxuriant skirt of the dress, placing it out of harm’s way as he quickly pulled part of the bed’s top sheet underneath Sam’s hips to protect the skirt. Nothing loathe now that her outfit was safe, she arched her back in nervous anticipation as Christopher knelt to kiss her hipbone, then her thigh at the top of her stocking, before his wandering lips made it to the inside of her leg.

Sam propped herself up on her elbows to watch him; his downcast lashes hid his expression as he lightly kissed around the spot she was unconsciously most craving he would touch. Her breath caught. Was he really going to… ?

Oh, God… yes, he was.

Christopher moved aside the soaked silk that kept him from his destination. He heard his wife’s soft involuntary cry at the touch of his lips and tongue as he lovingly caressed the tender bud nestling in the golden curls. Although this was new to Sam, he knew that she trusted him in all matters.

Her fingers grasped distractedly at his hair as Sam raised her hips to meet the source of this new intense sensation. What he was doing was so selfless and sweet, almost worshipful, but at the same time she felt deliciously wanton to have him touching her so intimately. Somehow he knew just what pace and pressure made her crazy with pleasure; she gasped breathlessly as she moved with this new rhythm.

Christopher could taste the light saltiness of his own contribution to Sam, but there also was a hint of her essence mixed with it, and when he dreamily dipped further to find more of that spice, he heard his darling’s smothered scream. He almost came himself at the primal sound, but instead he concentrated on flickering her most sensitive spot until she was thrashing and moaning with abandon, her hands on her own breasts. He looked up at her dazed expression and with one last deep lick of her creamy cleft he felt her go taut with the force of her release. Her throaty cry of ecstasy as she softly exploded again and again made him close his eyes in quiet joy.

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopher…”

There was a wealth of emotion in her hoarse whisper; her head rocked from side to side as she stretched luxuriantly and returned to earth.

“Mmmn?”

He slid one hand slowly along her outer thigh as he moved up to softly kiss behind her ear; she was astounded to feel herself responding again mere seconds after such a climax.

She shivered when he nuzzled her ear and murmured, “There you go; not a mark on you.” He gave her the suddenly widened eyes at the same time as his mouth crooked just faintly at one corner.

Sam blushed and laughed together, rendering her so breathtakingly beautiful that he had to fight the urge to press her into the bed and take care of his own aching need. At the look in her eyes he was very tempted to throw all caution to the wind, but he did not want his Sam to miss out on the promised elegant dinner, and she would hate arriving late.

Christopher took a deep breath and deftly adjusted his trousers for greater comfort as he stood and brushed any tell-tale stray lint from his knees.

Trying for ‘determined’, his voice cracked slightly, undermining his attempt at firmness.

“Ten minutes, Miss Stewart.”

Sam shook her head with wonder, propped upright on her arms again. Her brisk reply belied her almost boneless state of relaxation.

“All right, Sir, I’ll be ready.”

She rose to clear her skirts of tangled sheet, insinuated her way back into her husband’s arms, and placed her lips next to his ear.

“But when we get back here, it will be your turn. You can guide me, I’m a quick study... and you can spend the time until then thinking about it.”

It was Christopher’s turn to blush.

(TBC)
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