He shook his head furiously. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve seen…well, since Carrie Fisher wore it as Leia.”
The smile crept across her face. “Really?” Coming from him that meant something. Made her break out in a round of goose pimples.
She could only hope.
“What did you realize?” He held her close. But she could still feel him holding back. He still wasn’t sure.
“That we make a great team. Both on and off the computer. That I love you.” Her voice miraculously didn’t break when she said the words. “We are so good together. I didn’t want to see it. I’m so sorry about what I said. It’s not just a one night stand with you. Ever.”
He closed his eyes.
She didn’t wait for him to speak. “I once gamed as a woman. A long time ago. A guy I met in real life said a lot of things about me. Went back and told lies. It’s one reason I freaked a little when you talked to Baxter. I knew better. But I was running scared from my feelings.”
He still didn’t speak to her. Just sat there like a bump on a log.
“I know better now. And I know how I feel. I’m not running from this. We do make a great team and the relationship is as good off the computer as on it. Last night proved that. I just didn’t want to see it.” She kept babbling, waiting for him to say something.
Until he placed a finger against her lips.
She stopped.
His eyes opened. “I will never put you off like I do with everything else I want. You’re mine. From here on out.”
She let out a soft sigh. He did want her. Enough to let her know and seize the day with her.
“I love you.”
The words made her melt into a puddle on the bed.
Yes, she should have gone geek years ago and saved them a lot of time. Now, they would just have to make up for what they’d lost.
* * * *
Sam woke up encased in a cocoon. She was warm and felt safe. Considering the events of the day before, she found that amazing. She’d expected a few nightmares. They hadn’t happened, thank God.
Probably because of who she was sleeping with.
Joel held her close. He kissed the top of her head as she moved around. “You sleep okay?”
She nodded, knowing he could feel the motion. Not to mention, she didn’t have to talk to him to answer. That was the good thing about the two of them. He “got” her.
They had that kind of relationship. She wasn’t sure where it was going, only that she had to see where it went. Scary and exciting at the same time. Sort of like a science fiction movie.
They’d spent several hours talking after the ordeal. She’d wanted more than talking but he’d said she’d been through enough.
Yes, a man had turned down sex.
Not anything she ever would have expected.
He’d refused to leave her, even offering to sleep on the floor or get a cot. She’d wanted to be in his arms though, and he’d given into her that much.
She stretched out, cuddling against him. “You know…where I live isn’t that far from you. Only about an hour.” An hour too much. She’d be rectifying that as soon as she got a chance. Her work could be done anywhere. She’d just need to find a job near Joel. The rest would take care of itself. Her cat could move anywhere and she rented. It would be easy to break ties. If that’s what Joel and she decided later.
“I know.”
“I can get up early for work.”
“I can do that too.” He chuckled. “We’ll work it out.”
They would. Like they did everything else. Together.
She turned in his arms to press a kiss against his chest. His nicely packed, hairy chest. “I’m feeling more than okay this morning.”
His hand stilled on her back. “Really?”
“Well, I could feel more okay.”
“How?” His hand resumed stroking her back.
“With you inside of me.” That would make her feel downright giddy. In fact, that would make her the happiest she’d been since the last time she’d been lying in his arms. Before she’d screwed everything up. Whatever else happened, she wasn’t going to screw what they had up this time.
He shuddered. “Are you sure? Not too sore? I want this to be right for you.”
“Yes. I’m sure. I need this. I need you.” A good moment with him would go a long way toward stamping out the bad memories that had been made with Madison.
He shifted his head down and kissed her. A gentle exploration that seemed timid by Joel standards.
She wanted more. She helped to deepen the kiss by sliding her tongue in to joust with his. Rolled her tongue around him.
His body shook slightly again as though that kiss ignited something within him. His mouth became frantic against hers. Frenzied.
He needed this as much as she did. To reaffirm what they were to each other. What they could be. She knew that because she knew him, making this that much better.
She lost track of time with his mouth on hers. Could have been days. Could have been seconds. But their mouths were fully energized. Engaged.
Then, he pulled away.
“Wha?” she protested with a frown.
He pulled back the covers, looking at her. His gaze torched her body with its intense look. “I had to look at you. Before.” His hand slid down her neck. “I take you.” His eyes seemed to be memorizing her every curve.
“Sorry it’s not the Leia getup.” She couldn’t sleep in it. Not after what she’d been through, not to mention, not the most comfortable thing to wear.
He wiggled fingers against her chest in the middle of her breast. “Hey kittycats are sexy. On you, anything is.” His smile lit her world into a thousand different rainbows.
She snickered. She wore her trusty cat nightgown with a saying about chocolate. It was purple and comfortable and what she had to sleep in. “Felines are sexy? I had no idea.”
“You know what?”
“What?”
“You didn’t get to see me dressed as Captain Mal.” He pulled back a little. “You missed the whole costume in fact.” He’d gone back to his room briefly to change out of his costume. The tight pants had been a little much for sleeping. It had been the only time they’d been apart since he’d burst into her room to the rescue. He was her white knight. Her hero in a spaceship coming in at the last minute to save the day.
“I know. And I’m disappointed. Next convention we go to, you’ll have to wear it again. I’ll wear the bikini for you.” She made her voice sound as titillating as she could. She wasn’t good at all this flirty stuff. She’d be better at it with him than most.
“The bikini is, from now on, for my eyes only.” He nuzzled her cheek, dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
“Amen.” She wasn’t comfortable wearing it for anyone but him. She would because he liked the thing. But it was for him alone.
“We don’t have to wait until the next convention for me to dress up in that Mal costume. I’m thinking a night as Mal and Inara could be interesting.” His lips met hers again in a slide of glory.
“Mal and Inara never got together.” Now that she was hooking up with Joel, she found that a shame. They didn’t know what they’d been missing.
“Think of it like fan-fiction. We can write them however we want. Keep in mind, I want only you.”
She cracked up at that. Fan-fiction was popular for a lot of science fiction shows and took characters in directions the fans wanted them to go whether they had in the actual stories or not.
She met his lips with hers and kissed him back. “You’re better looking than Mal.”
He let out a mock gasp. “Now that is high praise.” His features turned more serious. “Back to the costume thing. I was thinking, there is a way I can dress as Captain Mal for you right now.”
She grabbed onto him. “Don’t leave.” His costume was in his room. She wanted this now. She didn’t want a break even for a second.
He stroked her. “I’m not going anywhere.
But I can dress as Captain Mal for you. Or rather…undress.” He waggled brows as he slid from the bed.
She rolled her eyes at him. There had been one episode of Firefly where Captain Mal had been naked. Joel was telling her in his Firefly way that he was getting naked for her. But then his pants came off, his cock hung heavy, and she forgot to be irritated.
He eyed her as he stood in nothing but what God had given him. “You going to join me?” He moved back toward the bed, his clothes in a pile on the floor.
She hopped up from the bed and tossed her nightgown on the floor, then quickly tore off her panties. She put out her hands and said, “Voila.”
“No, va-va-voom.” He pulled back the covers but didn’t take his eyes from her. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Now those were words she liked hearing from his lips. She slipped into the cool bed as he did the same.
Their warm bodies touched, causing them both to hiss aloud. Skin slid against skin. Heat permeated her body.
He rubbed down her face with his hand, capturing her mouth as it passed by. His hand moved down to her breasts and stroked her nipple. She nearly came off the bed as he stroked her. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, making several passes.
He’d remembered how sensitive her breasts were. Was paying homage to them. He was lingering over them.
Her body shivered and between her thighs lit up with fire. She’d never wanted him more. Never wanted anyone more than she did him right this minute.
After he’d treated the other breast the same way he’d done the first, he slid down her body until his mouth was above her breasts.
“Yummm.”
It was all he said. All he had to say. His mouth enveloped her nipple, taking it inside his warm wet mouth. Taking her to places she couldn’t even begin to describe.
His tongue flicked her nipple back and forth.
Her pussy went wild with sensations and moisture. Her stomach felt like it dropped several inches.
He shifted his body, pulling away his mouth. Her nipple cooled from the wetness spiraling around her.
“Another yummm.”
Same treatment was given posthaste to her other nipple. Which was good because it had felt awfully left out.
Now she strained on the bed, coming off and groaning. Her stomach was full of butterflies trying in vain to escape.
By the time he was done, she writhed in abandon. Her hips thrust up into the air. She was desperate for his possession. But first, she needed to give him back some pleasure. She needed to show him how good this could be.
She captured his head by his hair and held him. The strands were silky against her fingertips. “Hey.”
He winced, slipping back up her body and halting so she didn’t pull. She must have been a little more zealous than she’d meant to be. “Yes?”
She pushed him over on his back. “My turn.” Yes, she’d enjoyed taking the reins with Joel. She’d never been so forward before with men.
Apparently he noticed. “You do have a thing for being in control. Being on top.” He breathed heavily. “Don’t you?”
She’d never known that before. Maybe she did. Or maybe he brought out the best in her. “Complaining?”
“Oh, God, no.”
Long as he liked it, she didn’t care that she did have a thing for being in control. Being on top.
She kissed him down his torso. Flicked his bellybutton with her tongue. She didn’t linger but kept her tongue moving across his salty skin.
He had the best flavor. She could eat him all day and never go hungry. She wanted to taste him all over.
She soon ran out of abdomen and reached his pelvic region. She kissed his hip bone, staying away from the parts of him she most wanted to kiss. She teased him, kissing everywhere but the hardness of him.
He finally bucked his hips in the way of her mouth. As if trying to give her a clue what he wanted.
She’d known what he wanted all along. She’d been teasing him and trying to draw this out. But he probably knew that.
She took him inside her mouth. Couldn’t help giving into him and what he asked so subtly. She wanted this as much as he did. She wanted to taste him. To give him pleasure. More than he’d ever known. The same way he did her.
She sucked in his cock, delighting in the hardness against her tongue. Encircled his tip first, tasting a brief saltiness on her tongue. She flicked her tongue against the tip. Began going down on him a little at a time.
She’d advance a millimeter, then pull back. She took her time, taking him in slowly and gently. Spent time, making her mouth do things to him with suction and with how much she took inside at a time.
His whole body shook. She felt him shudder against her. Could see one hand pulling at the sheet.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and looked down at him. He was splayed for her amusement. For her torture.
How close was he?
That was never to be answered.
Because he moved away from her and flipped her over with lightning speed and tremendous strength. He was better than a superhero. He put her under him in a flash that had her gasping and asking how it had happened. “You had your turn. Now it’s mine.” His lips met hers before she could even formulate an answer.
He took a moment to slide on a condom, she didn’t know where it had come from. He seemed to hurry but it still took too long before he came back down on top of her.
He wiggled his hips against her, letting that hard cock pester her. Plaster against her. He let her know much her ministrations had turned him on.
He kissed her furiously. Hard. Wouldn’t let her back away. His mouth was intense. Her lips and nipples swelled more than they already were. Her pussy swelled too, feeling achy and needful. Wanted things that only he could provide.
He rocked his hips against her, letting his cock continue to poke at her, until she thought she’d go nuts with the wanting of him.
Would he make her beg? Probably. Only she couldn’t get her mouth away to say anything concrete. She could only make simpering noises as his mouth plundered hers, taking what he wanted and never letting go.
Finally, he slid up his hips at the right angle. He pushed her further up on the bed and she willingly complied, shifting her position.
His cock positioned itself.
She held her breath. Would he finally give her what she craved? He seemed to want to be in charge, so she held her natural desire to move against him in check. She’d let him think he was in charge as he took her. Wouldn’t give him a reason to pull away.
He slipped in, merely the tip going inside of her.
She whimpered. The tip made her want more. Need more. Seek more. She couldn’t help the movement of her hips toward him.
He held her hips down with one hand and gently needled her again with his cock, going in a little further.
But not far enough.
It wasn’t the full possession. Not what she needed. She wanted to feel him all the way down on her. Grinding. Thrusting. Taking.
He came down a fraction of a millimeter more. Then came up far too quickly. He wasn’t giving her enough.
Up and down, he kept coming though. Each time went down a little further than before. Not enough but getting there.
Until he finally seated himself completely within her.
Her walls surrounded his cock as she spasmed around him. He was inside of her body. He’d been inside her mind almost since the first day they’d met online. He’d been inside of her like that, a lot longer than she’d realized.
So began a slow pace of him going up and down inside of her and taking her to the brink of orgasm before he’d slow the pace even more.
She keened. Her hands clutched at anything in frustration. She needed to come. Needed to be splintered apart into a thousand needy pieces.
Then he did something even more objectionable.
He pulled away from her.
“What the fuck?” She felt the loss as though she’d lost an arm.
Or a leg. Or herself. He’d become a part of her. Not just his cock. But his whole self. Good thing she’d come to her senses. She’d thank God for it every day.
“Flip. Over.” His voice was hoarse. Hurried. He motioned, indicating what he wanted her to do and that he expected her to comply.
Without a word, she flipped onto her stomach. She laid her head upon the pillow. Two possible outcomes could come from this position.
His hands crept to her hips and positioned her so that her ass stuck up and out. He came over her. She felt his hands guiding himself.
Into her pussy.
She’d never done sex this way before. Never had a man doggy style, behind her, pumping himself into her
As he came against her and slipped inside with a popping sound, she groaned. Her entire pussy and channel stretched out to fit him. So tight. She didn’t think she could bear the stress and pressure.
But he took it slowly so that she could. The different angle made a thousand different pressure points rocket into the air.
He inched himself in, going deeper and deeper until he’d fully lodged deep in her pussy, her walls stretched over him.
She met him by going backwards, her butt slapping against him. She angled her head down more to accommodate him in every way possible from angle to body.
He then began to rock against her, bit by bit. In and out. Stretching her more and popping almost out before he slid down deep.
She threw out her head, hair waving around her face.
So many nerve endings were shooting off that had never been fired before. Her body clenched as an orgasm took her by surprise.
Her body shuddered, breaking out into a thousand goose pimples and cooling instantly the sweat that had gathered
He slammed his body against hers, thrusting so fast she couldn’t keep straight where she began and he ended or vice versa.
“Samantha!” He came as he growled, making the bed groan so much she wondered if it might break.
He finished with several aftershocks that had him grunting as he still plowed inside of her.
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