by Rachel Burns
“You aren’t seeing the bigger picture. Jonah needs a stable family. This one weekend here and one weekend there isn’t good for him. It would be best for Jonah if I married Richard again.”
Adam snapped. He could no longer try to fathom what was going on in Samantha’s head. He grabbed her under her shoulders and laid her over his knees. Before she could protest, he landed the first smack across her full rounded backside, making it jiggle in response.
“You mean if he’ll even have you back. Which isn’t likely because that man no longer has good taste in women. I’ll admit that he did back in high school, but those days are long gone.” While he spoke, he landed ten more spanks across her sweet derriere.
Samantha tried to grab onto the sofa so she could turn herself around.
“In reality, he left you three whole years ago. He’s been in relationships with a few different women during that time, and he never came back here for you.”
Samantha reached out in front of herself and grabbed onto the side of the sofa. Her shoulders were pressing together with each smack she received, and her toes were curled up. The spanking didn’t really hurt, but it embarrassed her. She understood that he meant well.
Adam was still swinging at his round target. “Personally, I think that you’re lucky he didn’t try to get back into your life, or you wouldn’t have been single when I met you. I really would have hating painting that jerk while he smiled away and sat beside you, because you deserve better.”
Samantha’s feet were kicking. It was getting difficult for her to breathe. “Stop this instant,” she demanded. Her pride was taking quite a beating,
Adam continued as if she hadn’t spoken. His hand was still swinging, but the blows were softening up. He hoped that he was spanking some sense into her. “You deserve someone like me who loves you and will care for you. A man like me would keep every single vow he made to you on our wedding day. A man like me would love your son and treat him like he was my own, even in the tough times in the days to come. I’d stand beside you come what may and be strong and protect you. I won’t allow you to go back to a man who didn’t treat you well. People who truly love you will treat you better.” He gave her one last stinging slap to her bouncing cheeks, letting her know how much he cared for her.
Adam removed his hands from her body. The moment had come. She’d either tell him that she hated him, or she’d behave and stopped talking about this Richard nonsense. However, under no circumstance should she get back together with Richard.
Samantha pushed her body up and shifted her weight back to her knees. She sat back and rubbed her sore behind. Then she fixed her eyes on Adam. She figured that he was waiting for an explosion. He expected her to scold him and kick him out.
Why were her nipples hard and standing out? She couldn’t get the picture of her rubbing her breasts along his broad chest out of her mind.
She didn’t realize that while she was daydreaming that her fingers had gone to work opening the buttons on his shirt.
Her daydreaming first stop when she pushed his shirt away and looked at his chest. It was so perfect that it made daydreaming obsolete.
Her hands glided over his chest, enjoying the feel of a man under her hands. She straddled him, wanting to have a man completely under her. Again her body moved naturally without her thinking about it. This time her hips were set in motion, circling over his lap. She felt him swelling and hardening under her.
Her eyes closed and pushed herself into his body. She hadn’t made love in over three years. It was time. She could no longer deny her body.
Samantha’s fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse and opened them. She pushed away her blouse, tossing it on the floor. She felt warm, uncomfortably warm. There was a need that she was feeling. She wanted to push away all of her clothes, but she didn’t want to get off of his lap.
Samantha reached behind her and opened her bra. She took it off and tossed to over the back of the sofa like a cowgirl twirling her lasso.
Adam couldn’t believe that he was face to face with her breasts. The palms of his hands were ready to grab onto them, but he feared that he’d somehow ruin the trance that she was in. Most of the time, her eyes were closed.
Slowly, he pressed the palms of his hands into her soft breasts, stroking and kneading them in his hands.
She wanted this with her whole heart. The truth was that this was no longer a want but a need. She hadn’t been with a man since her marriage. In fact, she hadn’t been with anyone except Richard.
She’d sworn to love him and only him for the rest of her life. Up until this moment, she’d been true to her word, in spite of his affairs.
Her mind had shut off, and her body was telling her that he was an ideal match. The strong reliable partner she’d been looking for her entire life. He was a real man.
Samantha closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Adam’s.
Adam felt a jolt go through his body. His hands firmly clenched her breasts in his hands, and his penis swelled larger. If she kept this up, he wouldn’t disappoint her. His penis would make him proud and honor her beauty in the way she deserved to be honored.
Samantha kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue into his. She wanted to know his body as well as she knew her own. She wanted to feel the sweet pleasure that she knew he could give her. And she wanted it now. She’d waited so many years for this.
Samantha released his lips and moved her mouth so it was directly over his ears. “I want you now,” she whispered into his ear, her lips brushed against his earlobe.
“Anything you need,” he told her. He felt that he sounded stupid, but he wanted her to know that she could use his body anyway she desired.
“I don’t want to get up,” she confessed.
Adam let go of her breasts. He laid his hands on her thighs and pushed her skirt up. His eyes were locked on her body. He was holding his breath as he looked at her panties. It was clear what was on the other side of the sheer fabric.
He took hold of her panties and moved them to the side, so he could see what she was hiding behind them. His heart skipped a beat when he saw how open her body was too him. Pale pink skin was calling to him, telling him to slip into her.
In the blink of an eye, he moved her body back so he could open his trousers.
Samantha leaned back and laid her hands on his knees.
Adam was mesmerized at he looked at her breasts. They were pointing up towards the ceiling and made her look like a goddess, a sex goddess.
Samantha grabbed hold of his thick penis the moment it was freed. She pushed her body up and positioned him. A loud sigh escaped her lips when he was fully sheathed inside of her.
Adam watched her lifting herself and lowering herself on him. She had her eyes closed, and her hands were on his chest, giving her the leverage she needed to control the pace and depth. She was surrounding him, giving him the home he’d always wanted.
Now that he was inside her, Samantha’s need for him grew. She wanted this more than she wanted anything else in the world. The feeling was so primal, but it was driving her, carrying her to new heights as she moved up and down on him.
Adam’s hands reached under her skirt and returned to her warm bottom, squeezing it tightly in hands, claiming and owning her backside as well as he whole body. She was his, and she was proving it by giving herself to him so freely.
“I love you, Samantha.”
“Hush. I have to concentrate.” She moved her hands to his shoulders. “I’m afraid this might be a quickie.”
“I have that worry too.” Adam was fighting with himself not to come. He was learning that the saying about having sex with someone you love being better than regular sex was true. It was clear that he never wanted to make love to anyone else ever again.
Sleeping with Samantha was taking things to the next level; a level he never knew existed. Now that he’d been with Samantha no other woman would ever do. She owned his heart.
Samantha was grindin
g her body into his as her fingers dug into his shoulder. Her body was pumping up and down on him.
Adam was helping her move on him, as she needed. He wanted her to come. If she did, she wouldn’t be mad about the spanking that she had so richly deserved. Still, he didn’t want to fight with her. There were so many different things that they could do together, things such as this.
Samantha felt her face and chest flushing. She was so close. This would be the time that she came. She could feel it. This was going to be the first time she came while a man was inside of her. It was going to be fantastic. This was proof that she hadn’t been the problem all of those years. Richard had been the problem.
Her mind went blank, freeing itself from worry, guilt, self-consciousness, and her normal need to do whatever was best for the people around her. The only thing going through her mind was the need to come.
Adam threw his head back. He couldn’t hold his orgasm back a second longer. His sperm was rising up in him and shooting into her perfect body.
Samantha came with a shudder, feeling him coming inside of her too. This was perfection.
Slowly, her fingers started to relax.
Samantha was panting, completely exhausted. She laid her forehead down against her hand. What had she done? She wasn’t the type of person who did things like that.
Samantha hadn’t been the kind to control sex. Richard had told her what she should do, and she’d done it, hoping that it would save her marriage. She’d known that they had problems, and that he wasn’t happy with her even before he came home and confessed that he had another woman.
The guilt and worry that she’d pushed to the side a moment ago all came crashing down on her full force.
“Why doesn’t he love me? I loved him so much,” she sobbed onto Adam’s chest.
“Oh honey, don’t cry. I swear you didn’t do anything wrong or anything that you have to feel sorry about.” Adam knew her well enough to know that she’d feel guilty about sleeping with someone who wasn’t Richard.
“I think I can explain it to you. Richard didn’t know what he had while he had it, because you weren’t true soul mates.”
“True soul mates?” Samantha repeated, confused.
“He wasn’t the man that you were meant to spend the rest of your life with,” he clarified.
“But you are that man?”
“I think so. My heart tells me that he wants you and only you. In matters like this, your heart is the one you have to listen too.”
Samantha thought about what he was saying.
“You’re tired. I know you are, darling. I’ll bring you to bed.” Adam helped her to her feet. They went into her bedroom and undressed for bed.
Adam was right; Samantha was exhausted. She wasn’t certain of her own feelings. It didn’t seem right to let him sleep with her in her bed, but it also didn’t seem wrong enough for her to quarrel about it now.
Adam’s eyes were locked on her body as she stripped away her clothes, seeing her naked would be a treat for any man’s eyes. Because she was sharing the sight of her with him, he felt that it was only fair that he also did the same.
They each got into bed, acting as if this were something that they’d done a thousand times before.
Samantha rolled towards Adam. She laid her head down on his chest and wrapped her arm around him. Tomorrow they could talk and confess. This moment was for cuddling and enjoying the afterglow until they asleep.
Adam was also thinking about what he still needed to confess as he wrapped his arm around her. His hand cupped her still warm hind cheeks. He wanted her to be his wife.
Chapter 10
Jonah woke in the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep anymore. He was worried about his mom.
Why couldn’t she see that Adam should live with them all the time? He decided to climb into bed with her and talk about it.
Jonah opened the door to her bedroom and saw that Adam was sleeping in bed with her like a real dad should. He climbed in between them and went back to sleep, feeling that his problems had been solved. There was clearly nothing to discuss.
He had wonderful dreams as he slept between his real parents.
Samantha felt a kick. She recognized the tiny foot immediately. “Jonah, move your feet. You’re hurting me.”
Adam woke when he heard her talking. He saw Jonah’s head on his arm. He cracked a smile when he saw that Jonah’s feet were stretched long and poking her in the side.
“Pal, you’re using the bed the wrong way.” Adam helped Jonah move so he was on the bed the long way.
Samantha watched Adam, caring for her son, as he’d cared for her. He moved the blankets and covered both of them up again, making her feel safe and loved.
Adam got out of bed and slipped on his boxer shorts and returned to bed. Samantha grinned to herself, thinking that Jonah had ruined their chance for morning sex.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” Jonah climbed over Adam. His knee poked Adam in the gut.
Adam muffled the yelp that wanted to come out of his mouth. Things like getting poked with knees and elbows were normal when you were a parent.
“It’s dark,” Jonah complained, rubbing his eyes.
“I’ll help you to the bathroom and bring you back to your own bed,” Samantha said.
Adam could hear how tired she was. “I got this. You stay in bed,” he commanded. He got out of bed and took hold of Jonah’s hand.
When Adam was tucking Jonah into bed, Jonah asked him if he was his new father now.
“I can’t say yet, but I hope I get the job. Sleep a couple more hours, son.”
“I like that.”
“What do you like?” Adam asked.
“That you call me son. I like how that sounds.”
“Me too. Get some rest, son.”
Adam went back to Samantha, who was snoring lightly as she slept. She trusted him with her child.
He felt that was the best compliment that a man could be given from a single mother.
Chapter 11
Samantha had her hand cropped under her chin. She was staring at Adam as he slept. He was a great-looking man.
For some unknown reason, he wanted her and her son. She felt the chance of meeting a man like him was easier than winning the New Yorker lottery, making both things practically impossible.
Still, here he was, sleeping in her bed.
The door opened, and Jonah came in. He saw that his mother was awake and went to her. “Are we going to keep him?” he asked, as if Adam were a lost puppy.
Could a person like Adam Clark be kept?
Would a man of his stature and standing allow himself to be tied down?
“I’m thinking about it,” she admitted. As quietly as she could, she got out of bed and opened drawers to get out what she wanted to wear today.
She decided not to wear a dress or a skirt in case she got crazy again and needed a spanking. A pair of jeans would slow her down if she wanted to ravish him again afterwards.
She knew that it was perfectly natural for a man to spank his wife from the other women living in the building. There was a pool on the roof, and she’d seen and heard things in the women’s changing room up there.
She’d always felt jealous in those moments. Richard hadn’t cared enough to spank her. Adam had. That spoke for him. He cared enough to take the time. He’d also gotten up with Jonah in the middle of the night so she could sleep.
As quietly as she could, she closed her bedroom door, so he wouldn’t wake up.
Adam was awoken by the strong smell of coffee. He could hear Samantha singing in the kitchen with Jonah. They were making him breakfast.
He gathered his clothes together and tucked them under his arm and darted into the bathroom.
As he washed himself, he thought about how much he wanted to be a part of this wonderful family.
When he came out of the bathroom, Samantha and Jonah were standing by the table, beaming at him. “We made you breakfast.”
Samantha pulled out a chair for him, and they sat down to enjoy their meal together.
“I made the orange juice all by myself,” Jonah informed him.
“Then I’ll have a big glass.”
Jonah poured it for him with a huge smile on his face.
The men spoke of what they could draw today. Sometimes, when he talked to Jonah, Adam laid his hand over Samantha’s so she wouldn’t feel left out.
After the meal, Samantha cleaned up the kitchen, and the men worked on a picture together. They were drawing birds.
“We need to go to the park, honey.” Adam called into the kitchen. “We have to look at the birds again to get them right.”
“May I come along too?” Samantha asked.
Adam looked at Jonah and nodded. Jonah nodded too.
“Thank you. It’s really nice of you two to include me in your plans.” Her words were sarcastic, but they bubbled out of her. She’d never been happier in all of her life.
Adam had a wonderful feeling of family as they went down to the lobby.
Mr. Johnson looked thrilled to see that they were together.
Adam winked at him as they went by.
A moment later, Mr. Johnson was on the phone, informing the others about what had happened. They were thrilled, and discussions started about where the couple would live after the wedding.
Chapter 12
“Aunt Ruth, please be nice to her. Don’t make a comment about me spending the night. It would embarrass her. And don’t pump Jonah for information about his father.”
Adam was warning his aunt not to do this and that on the way back to Samantha’s apartment building. He wanted to have a serious relationship with her and nothing should hamper that.