Love me if you dare (14 page)

“See
… no hands!  Just relax … you need this, honey, Lord knows … I need this.”  
Still holding her gaze captive he lifted his head to place a lingering kiss on
her mound, just above the cleft that hid all her womanly treasures.  Her breath
caught and then rasped through her lips caught between her teeth, her gaze
burning into his. His breath tickled lower and he blew gently on her velvet nub
just barely visible between her folds.  Her hips lifted off the blanket and he
smiled at her response. 

His
tongue flicked out to barely lick her swollen clit and she whimpered, then he
circled it with his tongue, pressing down harder and Samantha yelped and bucked
against his mouth, her nails digging into his biceps, leaving bloodied
half-moons in their wake.  Nicolas felt nothing, his eyes locked with hers,
sizzling with desire. She closed her eyes and he growled against her clit and
her eyes sprang open.  The light shake of his head demanded she keep them open
and she obeyed.

He
continued the torment on her clit, now pulling it gently in his mouth, stroking
and licking, then gently sucking and she bucked violently.  His tongue and
mouth on her, wet, but firm, felt incredible and to look in his eyes while
doing it churned the heat all the way to her toes.

He
licked and stroked her until she was nearly bursting and on the verge of
release, he pulled his one arm from under her and gently, very gently pushed
one finger between her folds only to groan as the tight walls and heat gripped
him and pulled him deeper, her wetness soaking his finger. He thrust slowly,
watching her all the time, noticing her need rising higher and higher and he
pushed another finger deep, thrusting deep, slightly faster and harder, she
bucked uncontrollably against his mouth, his hand.

Then he stopped and ignored her scream
when he replaced his fingers with his mouth and greedily lapped at the juices
seeping from her.

“Oh my God, Nicolas!”

His fingers now stroked and pinched
her clit, his tongue thrust in and out of her heated core.  The pressure build
inside her and she reached desperately for something, some release and bucked
and rocked against his mouth and hands, she clasped desperately with her one
hand at the blanket under her, and her other racked bloodied streaks down his
arm. Her release was upon her and Nicolas increased the pressure of his
thrusting tongue inside her, pinching her clit a little harder and watched her
come, greedily lapping at the nectar her release offered to his probing tongue.

Her body trembled and the walls of her
core rippled around his tongue, he kissed her deeply and she cried out as the
full force of her release hit her so hard she trembled and stopped breathing,
her back bowed in an arch as the stars exploded in her head.  He kept kissing
her gently, until her body sighed and became lax.  He moved up and over her, to
settle his big body between her thighs, leaning on his elbows, gently nibbling
at her lower lip and kissed her deeply when she allowed him entrance.

She tasted her own juices on his lips,
his tongue and it heated her core immediately.  Her tongue danced and dipped in
his mouth and her arms folded around his back to hold him close.

Nicolas pulled back and gazed with
barely controlled desire at her.  She frowned.

“Nico … what about you … you didn’t …”
His smile was strained, but his body on hers still gentle.

“You do not really think I am done
with you, now do you, baby?  Oh no my love … this was just the beginning.” He
turned away, pulled his jockeys off and grabbed one of the silver packets he
had thrown on the blanket next to him to quickly cover his shaft.

His hands caressed over her stomach to
lightly stroke and fondle her clit; he was elated when she did not even flinch
and only groaned loudly as he pushed two fingers deep into her wet heat.  He
watched her eyes and smiled warmly when he saw the moment her passion ignited
and he thrust his fingers in and out, faster and deeper, his thumb stroking her
clit.  She started moving restlessly and her eyes begged his.

“What baby?  Tell me what you need?”

“You … I need you!”  Her hoarse
pleading voice shattered his control and he froze, his heart racing in his
chest, hammering so fast and hard he marveled that it didn’t plummet right
through his chest wall.

She rotated her hips against his and
caressed the strong lines of his back to grasp his buttocks to press him hard
against her; his breath whooshed out of his body, his shaft grew impossibly
hard and thick. 

“Stop.  Samantha stop!  I am on the
verge of losing control and I could still hurt you.  Please … just give me a
minute …”

Samantha didn’t want a minute, she
wanted him now.  He proved that he would not hurt her, and she needed him
inside her.  She was over her fear, and now she wanted it all.  She wanted him!

“No, now!  I trust you, Nico, I trust
you!  Make me yours!”  He could deny her no longer and rose on his arms, his
heated gaze scorched down her body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” 

He ground on his teeth, forcing his
body to slow down.  He grabbed his shaft in his one hand and twirled the tip
just inside her, wetting him with her liquid heat.  A low growl escaped him and
his arm holding him up trembled.  Samantha buck towards him when he pushed the
tip in again and he went deeper, her head was thrown back and she mewled.

“Honey please!  I am going to combust
if you don’t … oooh!”

He pushed in deeper slowly and there
was a burning inside her as he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching her slowly
to accommodate him.  She winced, but the burning pain and discomfort of his
entry was weak in comparison to the pain of her need pulsing in her groin. She
wanted more, she wanted all of him … and he was going too slowly.

He looked up at her, his face tight
and his jaw rigid.  “You are so hot … so wet … so damn tight!  Tell … me … if I
… hurt … you,” he ground out between clenched teeth and pushed in a little
deeper.

Samantha watched him through passion
filled, hooded eyes, then bend her legs with her feet flat on the ground next
to his thighs.  She kept her gaze locked with his and whimpered when he pulled
his shaft back slightly only to push in a little further, but she used her
position and thrust her hips upwards hard against him forcing him to the hilt
and screamed at the sudden sharp pain burning inside her.

Nicolas felt the barrier pop when she
forced him in all the way and he froze.  Good God, how could it be?

Samantha took deep gulping breaths,
forcing her body not to panic, not to freeze up on them, working through the
burning pain pulsing around the impossible length and size of him deep inside
her. His eyes burned into hers, his jaw so tense it looked as if it was cut
from stone.  The tears were in her voice when she spoke.

“Nico, tell me … please tell me what I
think just happened, happened!”

“Yes … I don’t … NO … Good Lord woman
… DON’T MOVE!   If you move now, I will rip you apart.  I am hanging on a
threat here.”

His eyes softened on hers and he
smiled through the tense passion that had control of him.

“I don’t know how …  and I don’t care
… I am just elated that what you just gave me, makes you mine … all mine … and
ONLY mine. I am going to try my best, but I don’t know if I will be able to
hold back … I pray to God I don’t hurt you!”

Then he started moving and she mewled
at the feeling, the friction of his big shaft inside her thrilled her. The pain
was gone and the pressure was building inside her, begging for release. He
withdrew slowly and thrust back in fast, with controlled strength that made the
veins bulge in his neck.

Samantha moved in unison with him, but
soon frustration rode her high.  He was controlling his movements, slow and
steady and she needed more, she needed to feel his hard, deep thrusts, thrusts
she knew he craved and was too scared to unleash.

She bent her knees and pushed hard
against him with his next downward thrust, lifting her hips off the blanket and
he growled.

“DON’T”

“YES … honey please, I need what you
need!  I need all of you … not what you think I can take.  I am ready for you! 
I have been ready for you for ten years!  You showed me what desire and passion
is about, and I can take all of you, I WANT ALL OF YOU!  Now Nicolas!  Don’t
make me wait any longer!”

Her passionate pleas crumbled any
control he still had and she unleashed the full power of his lust for her.  He
looked into her eyes, his arms straight holding him over her and he started
moving, plunging into her fast and hard. His fingers found her clit and he
pinched hard and she screamed his name as wave after wave of release
immediately hit her; her walls tightened around him and he felt her explosion
in the rush of juices that coated his shaft.

He leaned back, stood on his knees and
pulled her up against him, her back arched at a high angle with her shoulders
on the ground. He pummeled frantically into her, faster and harder than before,
his release rushing towards him even as Samantha was light headed from her
orgasm and her hands grabbed onto his holding her hips in place.  She watched
his face and exulted in the tense passion visible there, the muscles in his
chest and arms bulging with strain.  His fingers stroked over her clit again
and she bucked against him.  Good God, he played her body like a guitar, the
heat immediately tightened painfully in her groin and her breathing became
haggard, his eyes caught hers.

“Sam … an .. tha … baby, I’m … oh God,
I’m coming.  Hold … on … BABY!”  He pinched her clit hard and pounded his shaft
into her, his whole body tightened and the strength of his release that shot
from his body was so forceful he had to move into her and slammed her flat back
on the ground, his shout echoing against the boulders, his shaft nestled even
deeper than before. 

The feel of him tightening and
throbbing inside her send her over the edge again and when the heat of his
release filled her she cried his name when her climax took her even higher than
the others before did.

Nicolas nearly crushed her where he
was lying on top of her struggling to catch his breath, his face nuzzling her
neck.  Samantha took deep breaths, her breathing still haggard, but she kept
her arms clasped around his back, tears trickling down her temples.

Eventually Nicolas realized he must be
crushing her and he drew his chest up on his elbows, his semi aroused shaft
still encased deep within her body.  Even after his shattering climax, his
shaft remained hard and he smiled wryly.  It is a good thing Samantha slept for
nearly two days … she would not get any sleep tonight!

Then he looked into her eyes and his
whole body turned to stone.  Tears were streaming down her face and she sobbed
quietly in his arms.

He
tried to pull out of her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and
clutched his arms.  His mind was in shambles. He knew he would hurt her! He
lost all control at the end, remembering how he rammed into her when his climax
hit him.

“No … stay.  I need you … to stay!” 
He kissed the tears from her eyes, concern shining from his eyes.

“Did I … hurt you?”

“No, oh no, Nico!  You didn’t.”  She
took his face between her hands, pulled him down and kissed him tenderly on his
lips. He looked deep into her eyes.

“Then why are you crying, honey?”  He
smoothed her hair away from her face, gently caressing her cheek.

“I’m not crying …” A soft sob belied
her resolute statement and he smiled in relief.

“Oookaay … sooo, why is there water
dripping from your eyes, then?”

She smiled blindingly at him through
her tears and fortified the string around his heart for good.

“Thank you … you gave me the most
wonderful gift, something I will treasure for the rest of my life. You … I
never thought … can we … can we do it again, please?”

His heart stopped beating and he
struggled to absorb the rush of emotions her shy request emanated in his mind.
The kiss he gave her was the most caring, tender and loving he has ever given
her, causing more tears to squeeze through her eyelids.

His shaft jumped inside her when her
tongue searched deep in his mouth and she moaned, rotating her hips against
his, locking her ankles behind his back.  He growled against her lips, lifted
his head to look deep into her eyes.  Searching and finding the spark he was
desperately seeking.

He slowly pulled back, watching her
eyes flare and widen when he plunged back in, tortuously slow.  Samantha’s body
trembled; heat flooded her insides and churned painfully in her groin.  His
slow plunges were driving her crazy, her nails dug into his lower back where
she clawed at him as her need burned quickly higher and higher.

Nicolas kept her eyes captive, the
feelings and desires clear for him to see, driving his need so high he felt as
if he was soaring in the sky.  He could hardly believe he was so ready for her
again so soon after the shattering climax he just had. Her desperate and
uncontrolled breathing caused her breasts to jiggle even more in time with his
thrusts and he groaned. She moved in unison with him, her eyes begging for
more, but gnashing on his teeth he was adamant too maintain slow and steady
thrusts, watching and feeling her need rising.  She was nearly there and he had
to concentrate to keep his release from rushing through him. 

She needed this, and he needed this,
to watch her and to feed her need until she had no control over her body.  He
didn’t touch her apart from where he ground and rolled against her clit  every
time he plunged forward, he bend his elbows so that her breasts rubbed against
his chest as she moved back and forth with every thrust into her.  She mewled
and he smiled.  He loved it when she did that.  It was a pleading, animalistic
sound, a low deep cry from within her soul.

Her head moved back and forth against
the blanket, she whimpered and dropped her legs from around his waist to bend
them and put her feet flat on the ground.  He stopped moving in her and she
cried out.  He caught her eyes and frowned at her.

“Oh, no you don’t!  If you dare lift
your hips unless I lift them with mine … I will stop.”

“Nooo … you are cruel, Nico … please,
please, please, please!”  He leaned onto her, his arms folding under her arms
to grip her shoulders from behind and then he pulled out slowly, his eyes
burning into hers, and plunged back into her … hard.  Her eyes widened and she
sighed.

“Yessss!”

The walls of her sheath trembled
around his shaft and he knew she was close, as close as he was to release.  She
tightened her muscles around his shaft and he lost it.  He pounded into her,
his body straining as he desperately plunged into her hard and fast, forcing
her down hard with each forward plunge of his body with his hands on her
shoulders.

Samantha’s skin had shrunk and was all
of a sudden too small for her body, the pleasure build painfully in her groin
and she was burning up.  She screamed when her climax erupted and the pleasure
pain drew her body in a tight bow against his, she couldn’t breath as all her
energy tightened and exploded in her lower body, sending a rush of heat to fill
every cell in her body.

Nicolas shouted when his climax
followed directly after and he pounded desperately through it until his release
spurted forth with so much force he couldn’t breathe.  Samantha felt the force
of his climax rip inside her and she lost all control when another climax hit
her and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

This time Nicolas pulled from her and
fell on his back next to her, his chest heaving and his breathing haggard.  His
arm went around her and pulled her against his side, her head finding his chest
and she smiled when he growled.

“Woman … you are going to kill me!”

She noticed the broken and raw skin on
his knuckles of the hand stroking her arms and she gasped.  She grabbed his
hand and tenderly kissed each knuckle.  She leaned up and looked at him, a
worried frown marring her brow.

“What happened?”  Her eyes searched
his and she recognized the rage burning in their depths.

“Nico … what did you do?”  His fingers
stroked her cheek, his eyes cloudy.

“Not today …”

“But …” His fingers on her lips
silenced her.

“No, not today.  Today, is for us. 
You, me … and this delectable body of yours!”  And he flipped her on her back
and buried his face in her side, playfully nibbling and she jumped and squealed
when his nose brushed against her sensitive tickle spot.  Once he found it, he
was merciless, licking, nibbling and tickling on both sides of her waist, her
squeals and laughter music to his ears.

He stroked his lips between her
breasts to lean over her and looked smilingly into her laughing eyes, the smile
on his lips, tender and loving.

“Oh, my love, I never want to see
those eyes without that smile in them again!  It will be my life’s mission … to
keep those beautiful violet eyes of yours smiling!”

She
woke up slowly with a smile ready on her lips and stretched lazily, careful not
to wake Nicolas.  She untangled herself from his legs and arms and he sighed in
his sleep, a soft smile around his lips. He looked so much younger in his
sleep, the hard lines around his mouth relaxed and his hair ruffled from sleep.

She sat up and stretched her arms high
above her head, smiling happily and then giggled softly, the TV advert of
Kellogs cereal flashing in her mind where the woman did exactly what she just
did.

Her smile turned tender when she
looked down at Nicolas again. She never thought making love would be this
fulfilling, this wonderful.  She was glad he was the one to teach her that, to
give her that gift.  She moved her hips and winced, but the smile stayed on her
lips.  She was slightly sore and muscles she didn’t know she had complained at
the sudden movement.

Just thinking of how he made love to
her at the pond and then last night … the whole of last night … flushed her
body with heat.  He had no end and couldn’t get enough of her.  He worshipped
her body and his deep sleep was testament of how much energy he expunged on
her.  Not that she minded, he made her body sing and it only took the lightest
of touch and kiss and she flared up like a volcano.

She trailed her fingertips down his
arm and leaned in to kiss the light bloodied streaks on his arm from the
scratches she gave him when he loved her with his mouth.  Her groin tightened
at the thought.  She gazed lovingly at him, her heart contracting at the love
she felt for this man.  A frown marred her brow. Did she even tell him
yesterday … last night?

Samantha was always a highly emotional
person, very sharing and carried her feelings on her sleeve, especially when
she was happy.  Her heart near bursting she jumped around on her knees, leaning
over Nicolas, kissing him softly on his lips.  He moaned and his arm curled
around her, but he continued sleeping.

She huffed and shook him lightly, her
hands curled around his muscled chest, her fingers touching his nipples. 
“Nicolas!  Wake up … come on sleepyhead!  Wake up … NicOLAS!”  She screeched
when he suddenly flipped her on her back and loomed over her, his loving face
smiling sleepily down at her.

“Woman, I need to sleep.  You wrung me
dry last night!”  But his deep kiss belied his complaint and she sighed in
anticipation when she his shaft pressed hard and ready against her thigh.  When
he lifted his head, she smiled coyly at him, her hand curled around his shaft
and caressed it lovingly.

“Again? We can’t Nicolas!  We have to
go to work!”

 “Forget work!  This is more
important!” 

His breathing turned haggard and he
lifted his body over hers to settle in the apex of her body, pressing his
swollen shaft slowly deep inside her warm an ready sheath, growling until he
settled at the hilt, watching her eyes widened and fill with passion.  He
exulted in her warmth gripping him like a tight glove.  The skin to skin touch
was what he craved and was elated when she told him she was on the pill the
night before. 

“Stop.  Nico, stop!  I forgot to tell
you something last night and I have to say it before we … we do this again!” 
She struggled to get the words out as he slowly ground himself even deeper
inside her.

Her words penetrated and he stiffened,
thinking the worst.  If she thought there was anything she could still tell him
that would chase him away, she was sadly mistaken, but he looked into her soft
eyes with bated breath, his body strung as tight as a string.

She softly stroked her fingertips down
his face, circling his mouth as if to memorize each of his features and his
heart contracted.  Then her eyes met his and he forgot to breathe.  Could it
be?

“I love you, Nicolas.  I love you with
all my heart!”  Her love shone soft and warm in her eyes and his heart swelled
so much he thought it would burst, his throat clogged up and he battled to
breathe.

She pulled his head down and kissed
him with so much love and tenderness he felt like crying. His arms circled
around her back and he drew her so tight against him she gasped for breath, but
smiled within. 

Then
he made love to her so tenderly she cried again at the end.  She never thought
she would find happiness after everything that had happened, and with the one
man she lost her heart to, the day she met him!

Nicolas
decided that they needed some time off and he phoned Gertrude to inform her
that Samantha and he would only be back at the office on Wednesday.  She
blushed at the thought of what delights the two days would hold for her.

They had lunch by the pool and after
they frolicked in the cool water, Nicolas pulled her on his lap mumbling, “I
still don’t know why.  No one would have seen.”

She laughed and rapped his hand away
from her thigh where it wandered, caressingly and very  nearly touching her
throbbing heat between her legs.

“Stop that!  Anyone can see us here,
and in the pool, which is why.  Nico …” And she squealed in laughter and
begged, but he was merciless and tickled her until she was breathless.  He
hugged her close and kissed her on her temple. Her eyes fell on his hands and
she turned in his arms.

“You still haven’t told me what you
did?”

His eyes turned hard and broody
immediately; his hands clamped around her hips and she winced.  He noticed and
immediately stroked the pain away.

“I went to find the one that told me
where you were on that night.  Took pleasure as such to tell me you all went
with Wieldman to his apartment and you chose to stay behind.  How you were
crawling all over him …” His hands fisted and his voice faded.

She winced and the blood left her face
and she was as white as a blanket.  “No!  That was a lie!  I didn’t go with
him! I don’t know how I ended up there!  After I told you everything, I started
to remember things.  He changed the later it got in the evening and I realized
I had made a mistake. He started groping me, pinching my breasts when we danced
and I apologized to him for flirting with him. I still remember the ugly look
on his face when he smirked and said he it will be a pleasure to rid me of my
virginity! I was insulted and told him so!”

“I established as much, yes,” he
ground out through gritted teeth.

“Who … who was it.”  He glanced at
her, his jaw rigid and he sighed.

“Honey, I want you to forget about it.
I will deal with this and find out the truth.  As soon as I find Wieldman, he
will pay!”

She looked at him for a long time, her
hands stroking his chest without even realizing it.

“I am forever thankful that you want
to spare me all this, but I need to know who hated me so much that they allowed
that man to do to me what he did … or allowed me to think he did!  They put me
through hell, Nico!  I can’t forget that!  I need to know!”