She shrugged her shoulder up, turned her head, kissed his hand, then faced him. He whispered, “Good night” and moved to kiss her softly but she took his mouth in what was no tentative goodnight peck but a fierce, demanding kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue urged his mouth to open for her.
He broke from their embrace. “Amanda, don’t you think you’d do better with some sleep?”
“Please, Sam, I need you tonight.”
“Oh, baby, you always have me, you know that.” He pulled her closer, kissed her tenderly, skating his hands over her back.
She broke free to unbutton his shirt. He began to help but she brushed his hands away. “Let me. Tonight, let me do this.”
When she’d finished unbuttoning his shirt, he shed it, then pulled off his boots before he lay back down again. He watched as she opened the zipper on his jeans then worked them off along with his boxer briefs.
After she’d finished undressing him, she knelt between his legs looking at what she’d uncovered — his powerful thighs, the erection she had plans for, the chest and shoulders she loved to touch. When she shed her nightgown she accidently brushed it across his penis. Sam groaned as his member jumped in response to the light touch. She loved seeing how much he wanted her, how he needed this as much as she did tonight.
Running her hands up his thighs, she avoided touching his erection, instead caressing his abs and his chest. When she reached his face, she leaned in, felt him press his hips up against her, heard him groan again, but she buried the sound in a kiss.
He lifted her hips up to bring her sex in contact with his but she fought it, moving back down his body. With hot, wet, lingering kisses she covered his neck, his chest, his navel while her hand found its way to his penis. Rubbing him, feeling the strength and power of his erection made her wet and needy. But she wanted to do something for him first, something that would make her feel in control of some aspect of her life.
On her knees again, she moved her mouth to join her hand and took him in, a bit at a time, sucking, licking. Listening to him groan as she continued to stroke and suck stoked her desire. She loved the taste of him, the taste of salt and sex and the sea. She could have gone on for hours.
But he couldn’t. He reached down for her, pulled her up and handed her a condom. She quickly covered him and positioned herself over him so he could enter her. When he drove into her, he obliterated any thought from her mind other than how good it felt to have him fill her. With only a few powerful thrusts, they both reached climax.
Wordlessly she collapsed on him and he held her. When she tried to hide the tears leaking from her eyes, he didn’t say anything, only kissed each one. As they lay there, bodies still entwined, Amanda wondered if this time even Sam could ward off the ghosts she could feel gathering outside in the dusk.
• • •
Early the next morning before the alarm went off Amanda wakened with an uneasy feeling. She listened for a sound that was out of the ordinary, tried to remember if she’d had a bad dream. When she was fully awake, it all came back to her. What had happened. What she knew. What she had to hide. Even though she was wrapped in a blanket, she began to shiver and couldn’t stop, waking Sam with her shaking.
He reached for her. “Cold, baby?”
“Scared.” She crept into his arms.
“We’ll work this out. It’s not the same as … ” He didn’t finish the sentence. “How ’bout we go to the beach this weekend? We can rent horses from your friend’s stable and I’ll let you beat me in a race on the beach. Or, we can go to the movies and you can pick a sappy romantic movie and make me watch it. Or … ”