Warning (Mature Content)
She really wanted him to rest. But she had to admit every time she helped him put a shirt on or get in bed, her thoughts traveled to naughtier places. It had been hard the last five days, trying not to touch him. The hardest challenge was the shower. He tried to do it all himself. But the first night, she insisted on helping him.
It took everything in her not to let all the blood rush to her face and just stare at his body. He was still in a lot of pain in the first couple of days though. She wasn't sure if they should sleep in the bed together. But he wouldn't take no for an answer.
They would talk, watch TV and just relax together every night. She wasn't the best cook, but she tried. He pretending to like most of her concoctions. But then as he started feeling better, he started to cook. Good thing one of them knew how or they would eventually starve! But after living alone for so long, Sam loved having her at his house. It was something he was hoping they could make permanent soon if everything kept going well.
He kept running his hand over the top of her jeans. "I mean this isn't the way I had planned for this to happen," he said. "I had envisioned doing something a little more romantic for you." He said. "Not you taking care of me." She sat next to him on the side of the bed and he tucked her hair behind her ears. " Well what could be more romantic than taking care of someone." Sam thought she had more left to say, but nothing else followed. He sat up and leaned over to turn the lamp off that was on by his nightstand. The sun was setting and there was just an orange glow coming through the blinds of the window.
He sat up on the bed and his mouth was about an inch away from hers. "Maybe it's time for me to take care of you for a change." He whispered and then he pulled her into his chest and started kissing the side of her jaw and her neck. "It's been torture having you so close to me every night and not touching you." Then he slowly moved back up to meet her mouth. His tongue parted her lips and their tongues intertwined. Suddenly it was like they couldn't get enough of each other's mouths.
Mara sat up and swung her leg over him, so she was straddling him. She was scared to put too much pressure near his chest. But he pulled her closer, sucking her lower lip and then started kissing downward to her neck again. Her body tightened up squeezing him between her legs, excited for what was to come.
He tried to pull down her cream colored sweater and it fell off her shoulder. A small strap was all that was left attached to her camisole. He moved his mouth down to her shoulder and licked and softly bit it. Mara felt desire swell up in her and her body had goose bumps everywhere.
Sam started pulling at the buttons trying to open them up and she just pushed the sweater over her head. Then he went to take his shirt off over his head and winced. "Sam," she said nervously. "I'm alright, it's ok" he said. She helped him slowly pull the shirt up over his arms and he threw it on the floor. "Are you sure Sam, I don't want you to be in any pain." He let out a small laugh, "Baby, I'm already in pain and right now only you can relieve it," he said. There he goes again with his words, she thought. Always ready to make her melt on the floor.
His chest was a beautiful sight. Toned in all the right places. He had muscle, but it wasn't overwhelming, just perfect she thought. But he still had a large yellow red bruise running down his right side of his abdomen. Mara tried to push the thought of everything out of her mind. She ran her hand over the bruise, then down his muscular arms. Then she slowly kissed the bruises, following it down to his lower abdomen.
She was driving him absolutely insane, with just her small kisses near his already rock hard cock. Sam nudged her more to the middle of the bed and gently pushed her down. She way laying on her back on top of the plaid covers.
He gently moved to his side resting on his elbow. He started kissing her neck and pulling the straps of the camisole down. She wasn't wearing a bra and as he pulled the cami down further, her pink soft nipples were exposed. "Oh, Mara," he sighed gently grabbing both her breasts. "You're so fucking perfect."
He kissed in between her large breasts and then took one hand cupping the left breast and ran his tongue over it. Her nipple hardened under his tongue. "Ahh," Mara jerked her head back in pleasure. Her core was on fire and she had dreamt about this moment for so long. She ran her fingers over the back of his now buzzed hair, she loved the way it felt. He kept kissing her, moving down and then he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off.
He just stood there for a minute, kneeling on the bed, taking her all in, "How are you so beautiful." She never dressed overly revealing. But wow she was hiding some body under those clothes. She wanted to crawl up and tell him he was crazy. She fought that thought off though. Mara wanted to enjoy this moment as much as she could.
Her body was petite, but had curves in all the right places. Her skin was the color of linen and was almost perfect. He's sure she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. Her hair in a blond bob was splayed across the bed and she was waiting for him with longing in those beautiful big brown eyes. In that moment he finally felt like everything he ever wanted was right here in this room, on this bed.