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The Honeymoon	By : HagenRenaker Category: 1 through F > Foyle's War Views: 2430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When she reappeared she was wearing a sheer gown of some ethereally greenish blue that made him think of phosphorescent waves. He had changed to his dressing gown, so that their next embrace involved fewer layers of stiff fabric keeping them apart.

She hummed happily as he nuzzled her neck and resumed caressing her body. He drew back to look at her face, his own tender expression making him look quite youthful. She kept her eyes fastened to his as she pressed into him so that she could feel his hardening and the lovely reciprocation of his arms tightening about her. Christopher’s sigh gave way to a moan as he pulled her even closer, and she too made soft sounds of pleasure.

He turned away from her as he led her to their bed and dimmed the light. She lay down, her expression inviting, as she watched him remove his dressing gown and join her. He looked as trim without his clothes as he did in his three-piece suits, though somehow a little more powerful; the hairs of his arms and the breadth of his chest and shoulders freed from natty attire. Just before he slipped in beside her she had just a glimpse of his erect shaft, and it made her inwardly gasp to think that this aspect of him, all this time hidden from her, was about to link their bodies in pleasure and make her completely his… and him completely hers.

Christopher lay beside her and stroked first her cheek, then her neck and shoulders. Samantha shivered as his light playful touch reached her silk-clad breasts and waist. He untied the satiny ribbons of the negligee and parted it, lowering his lips to make her soft nipples into ruched peaks.

“Oh, dear God,” she murmured as he lavished attention on each one. Her hands were on his head and neck as he kept teasing each peak with his tongue, then sucking and nipping until she was breathless and wild... suddenly she felt something she had only experienced once before in his presence—all it had taken was the first time he had touched her tongue with his—but had been too embarrassed then to confess to him.

She bucked and squeezed his ear as he smiled, surprised to so quickly provoke what he thought was her first orgasm with him. He was amazed at her sensitivity; if she could come just feeling his mouth on her breast, he longed to see how she would enjoy the other sensations in store for them.

“Christopher,” she whispered as he gently took her into his arms. She tentatively reached down to touch him and her voice was sympathetic.

“Oh, how you must be aching, my darling.”

How strange it felt to touch that pulsing part of him—strange but exciting…

“Shhh... don’t worry about me just yet,” he reassured her, lifting her other hand to kiss the palm. “Just catch your breath. We have all the time in the world.”

He resumed his infinitely gentle tour of her body with his hands, and in only moments she realised to her awe that he already was arousing her again. No sooner had this dawned on her but he was moving over her and kissing her passionately.

Christopher thrilled to the sight of her undulating, and stretching her arms luxuriantly above her head. He nudged her legs with his thigh and moved so that he was poised to enter her.

Despite the strength of his desire and although he knew she must be sufficiently lubricated after her orgasm, he took care to be gentle as he aligned himself.

“Darling, this may be a little uncomfortable at first, but if it’s too painful... ”

Her dewy eyes, so full of trust, looked at him.

“It’s okay; I’ll tell you if it’s too bad. I think brisk is probably best... ”

He nodded and distracted her with a kiss before taking her at her word. She cried out at the moment of penetration, but her pain lasted only for a moment.

He lifted his head to look at her with loving concern. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, giving him a little smile before her eyes shut tight at the marvelous though unfamiliar sensation of his slight withdrawal.

“I’ve dreamt of this for so long, Sam,” he said very softly, and this time allowed his full length to push into her welcoming heat. He could feel her involuntary resistance, but he was slow and tender, giving her time to adjust to him. He curved upward perfectly and filled her completely. She had to quell the fear of pain as he touched her so deeply, but the incredible pleasure of his expansion filling her was rapidly erasing the worry. The first thing she told him, once he was completely ensheathed, was how heavenly he felt.

This is so right, he thought, at the trembling ecstasy of being within her warmth. This is where I belong. This was such a sweet, arousing, intoxicating sensation that he felt as if his heart were about to jump out of his chest.

She caressed his back and shoulders as he moved inside her, thinking with wonder how much more exciting this was than she had anticipated. It was not just that this man seemed to have a perfect sense of timing and pace—he also was so attentive to whether she was experiencing as much pleasure as he.

Christopher smiled warmly at the ardent way she murmured his name as he stirred her. Then he gasped again as she unexpectedly squeezed her muscles around him, stimulating him to the extreme.

“Ahhh, Sam...” He shut his eyes and held her tighter. The obvious passion on his face was so beautiful that tears sprang into her eyes.

“Mmmm…yes, my love?” She adored knowing that she was bringing him such sensations. She bestowed soft tiny kisses on his neck and ears before surrendering her lips to his again. He probed open her mouth with his tongue and kissed her with such intensity that he muffled a cry from her throat. At the same time he withdrew from her slightly, then thrust back in. His forcefulness drove her wild, and she began to move her body in rhythm with his.

Their passion flared ever faster, but then he slowed so that their mutual pleasure could be savoured. Sam’s deep sigh combined frustration and ecstasy. Instinctively she knew that his delaying tactics would make their culmination that much more intense, and his slow deliberateness was luxuriantly pleasurable, but a girl could only stand so much on her first race to the finish line. She was quite unaware that her long low moans stirred him so profoundly that it was all he could do not to rush toward his release; he took a deep breath and concentrated on the moment and its sensations.

He again picked up his rhythm within her hot sheath, and it was electrifying for both of them. Sam rocked her hips up to cause her lover to delve deeper, and he breathed in sharply through his teeth as she again contracted her walls around his throbbing shaft.

“My angel,” he whispered. “If you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold back much longer...” he shut his eyes tightly as she kissed his neck and played at nibbling his ear. Sam euphorically inhaled the appealing scent of his soap and light perspiration.

With a guttural sound he threw back his head, nearly overwhelmed by pleasure, and increased his pace, hoping he would be able to bring her over the top before he had to come. Both of them were breathing hard and sweating with the effort to reach that elusive yet sought-after flight of ecstasy.

Sam cried out more and more volubly, but she was holding him so tight in her arms that he was confident that he was not hurting her. He gave a fleeting thought to the slightly ajar balcony doors; if it meant that someone on the seafront could hear them now, he was not in the least concerned.

Sam gave a final keen at the intense pulsing climax, courtesy of her husband; then she collapsed, replete. Supporting his upper body weight on his elbows, Christopher kept his place, allowing her to bask in what she had just experienced. He noted her dazed expression with some gratification.

Then her joyous eyes rested on his and she smiled with sheer delight as she languorously stretched beneath him. He blinked his hooded eyes slowly, sliding one hand up one of the arms she had thrown above her head, grasping her wrists together. His kisses soulful, he resumed his pleasurable movement, the surge of desire quickly returning as she gave him that exquisite squeeze yet again. His pace increased as he continued his ecstatic climb, until with a low cry he felt himself explode and blissfully pour into her.

Christopher rolled back against the pillows, taking Sam with him. Grinning down at him, she watched his face as he caught his breath; his eyes met hers and the look he gave her was unexpectedly vulnerable; he hoped—and experience allowed him to suspect—that she had enjoyed their union as much as he had, but he needed to be certain.

Though she would have been surprised to know of his doubts, she unwittingly and immediately reassured him.

Trailing her fingers lightly along his temple and cheek, she looked deep into his clear eyes.

“I have no words,” she whispered. “You are even more wonderful than in my dreams.”

Moving to lie on his side, propped on one elbow, his brow furrowed with emotion, Christopher stroked her almost-lineless face. His hand rested on her neck as he stroked the down of her cheek with his thumb. She would still be young, he thought, even when he became old. How long would he be able to satisfy her?
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