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Sam was writhing under him, her hair tangled on the bed, her legs shifting restlessly, needing something to fill the void at her center. As if sensing her turmoil, John spread her knees apart and settled in the cradle of her thighs. He covered both of her breasts with his hands and squeezed them as he ventured lower, nibbling on her skin through the shift. Sam wiggled under him, raising her shift higher along her thighs. In one swift motion, John raised her shift to her waist. He then returned his hands to her breasts and started licking at her exposed skin. He licked his way down to her belly button, then dipped his tongue inside.
“John!” Sam wantonly raised her hips, searching for more contact, rubbing herself against his bare torso, needing him there at her center.
She felt him smile against her belly. Then he untied her drawers and took them off. He ran his hands against the insides of her thighs, above her stockings. His light caress sent tingles along her body, then he lowered his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss against her center.
Sam let out a gasp as a strange feeling shot through her. She didn’t have time to contemplate the feeling, because the next moment, John was licking at her folds, drinking her in, thrusting his tongue inside her. All Sam could do was moan and twist under him, raising her hips at the same time, wanting more of the connection there, wanting to feel his stubble tickling her center, to feel his hot mouth devouring her, his agile tongue sending the feeling of pure bliss through her whole body.
She felt herself melting away and all she could do was feel. All the sensations gathered somewhere low in her belly, traveling lower and lower and then spreading along her nerve endings.
With a cry, Sam felt her body shooting off the bed. John held her fast and firm in his hands, while his mouth continued its sinful movements against her. She closed her eyes tight, bright light piercing through her subconscious. When she finally came to, John was lowering the hem of her shift and settling in bed with his back against the wall, gently placing her legs over his thighs. He picked up his cloak from the chair and covered her up to her waist with it. He then covered her upper body with his shirt.
Sam was breathing heavily, her eyes hooded, her mind jumbled. She still needed his touch, so she reached out her hand to him. He took it, slowly brought it to his lips, and placed a kiss on her fingers.
“Sleep, my Angel,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Her eyes widened for a moment, surprised. Her gaze traveled down his body, where his erect length clearly protruded from his breeches. That couldn’t have been comfortable. “But… you…”
John shifted and winced, then readjusted himself in his breeches. “I’ll be all right, love. Sleep.” He raised her hand again and placed a light kiss on her knuckles, before lowering it and covering it with his clothes. “Rest, I’ll wake you when it’s morning.”
Sam didn’t have the strength or will to argue anymore. She huddled farther inside his clothes, surrounded by his comforting scent, and promptly fell asleep.
