Part 30 (1/2)
She loved kissing Sam. He put a lot into his kisses, languorous kisses, ravis.h.i.+ng kisses, tender kisses, savage kisses. She hadn't known there were so many ways that mouths could meet and emotions be shared.
His hands traversed every part of her, face, throat, shoulders, b.r.e.a.s.t.s. So far all their loving had been done above the waist-with the exception of the adoring attention her growing belly had received.
They leaned their foreheads together so they could both watch as Sam shaped her rounded belly with his large, callused hands. His hands revered her, honored her, enjoyed her.
He leaned back and looked into her eyes and said, ”Emma, have you ever had oral s.e.x?”
Emma tried not to look shocked. She'd heard about it. Giggled about it in high school. But she didn't know anyone who'd actually done it. She cleared her throat and said, ”No.”
”Does the idea of oral s.e.x upset you or disgust you?”
”I'm... not exactly sure what all is involved,” she admitted.
”It would involve me kissing you here.” Sam slid a hand across her belly and down between her thighs.
Emma jumped a little when Sam's hand closed over her, because he'd never touched her there before. ”Why would you want to do that?” she asked, aware of a rising tension between her legs where he was touching her.
”Because it would bring you pleasure,” he said. ”And I would enjoy it.”
Emma wasn't sure she believed him. That part of her body had always been taboo, and she couldn't imagine what Sam would find enjoyable about kissing her down there.
”Would you like to try it and see if you like it?” Sam asked.
Emma suddenly realized, without Sam saying it, that plain old ordinary s.e.x, the ”Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!” kind of s.e.x she'd experienced, was apparently not possible. Sam was offering her the only kind of s.e.x he was able to share with her. If she refused, their intimacy would be confined to kisses and touches. Sam was saying there was more they could have together, more they could do, an act that would bring her pleasure and him enjoyment.
She'd be a fool to say no.
But Emma couldn't help being a little daunted. ”You'll stop if I don't like it?”
Sam nodded. ”Just say the word.”
”All right,” Emma said. ”What do you want me to do?”
”Right now, let's just lie down together and hold each other.”
Emma was grateful for the offer of something so easy to do, something she'd wanted to do for a long time. They both pulled the pillows from behind Sam, leaving one for each of them to lay their heads on as they turned to embrace one another on the bed.
Holding led to caressing. Emma's hands roamed Sam's body, wanting to bring him pleasure. ”What can you feel?” she asked. ”Where can you feel?”
Sam took her hand and lowered her fingertips to a spot just at his waist. ”Here,” he said, ”I have feeling. Below this point, there's nothing.”
”So you can feel this,” Emma said as she kissed his shoulder.
”Uh-huh.”
”And this,” she said as she lowered her mouth to his nipple.
”Uh-huh.”
”And this,” she said, as she laved his nipple with her tongue and then bit gently.
Sam moaned.
”I guess you can,” Emma said, a grin widening on her face. She made Sam lie still while she kissed the front of him, then made him turn over, so she could press angel kisses down his spine from the soft down at his nape to the dimples above his b.u.t.tocks, where he couldn't feel them anymore.
”My turn,” he said.
Emma took one look at her belly and laughed. ”I haven't been lying on my stomach much lately.”
”Then lie on your back,” Sam said. He braced his arms on either side of her and kissed his way down to her belly, sliding slowly down the bed, stopping at all the interesting places he found along the way.
Emma couldn't help tensing as his head moved downward. He lifted her legs and slid them over his shoulders and she felt his silky hair against her thighs. She froze as his mouth touched her, and gasped as his lips and tongue sucked and darted and lapped, until the pleasure was almost unbearable. Emma arched upward, her body bowed by the strength of her response, no longer embarra.s.sed by what he was doing, or the groans and moans he elicited from her, because he made it feel right and good.
”Sam!” she cried, grabbing at his hair.
He met her gaze and said, ”Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head vigorously. ”G.o.d, no. It feels so good, I can't... I want...”
But by then he was kissing her again, making her pulse race and her thighs clench and her body ache. Her hands tightened on his hair and she held on, her body bucking upward as he held her hips in his hands and made love to her, giving her pleasure beyond anything she had imagined possible.
”Don't!” she cried suddenly. ”Stop! I can't-I-” She was in the grip of something larger than herself, her body trembling and aching and finally erupting with sensations so powerful she cried out with pleasure and with pain.
She lay against the pillow, her chest heaving, her mind dazed, her body drained. She felt the mattress sink as Sam pulled his body up the bed until he lay with his head beside her.
”Are you all right?” he asked.
”No,” she said, tears blurring her eyes.
”I'm sorry,” he said, pulling her into his arms. ”I'm so sorry, Emma. I didn't mean-I would never want-”
”Shut up, you stupid idiot,” she said as she pressed her nose against his throat. ”That was the most beautiful, most wonderful, most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I had s.e.x for the first time and made a baby and it was awful. Painful and awkward and humiliating. With you... Sam, with you it was so different. I felt treasured and loved and there was so much... pleasure.”
Sam brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her nose and then her lips. ”I'm sorry your first time wasn't good for you, Emma. But honestly, it's often painful the first time. I want you to marry me, Emma. I want you to be my wife. But you should know that s.e.x is a big part of marriage. I can't give you more than what we just had.”
Emma kissed his lips again, tasting herself there, and looked into Sam's eyes. ”I love you, Sam. Even if we didn't have this, I'd love you. But this is... so wonderful,” she said with a laugh. ”I don't know what you were so worried about.”
Sam grinned. ”I can't imagine.”
”When are you going to make an honest woman out of me?” Emma asked.
”What?”
Emma arched a brow. ”Or maybe now you're thinking 'Why buy the cow when the milk's free?' ”
Sam laughed and said, ”Emma Coburn, will you marry me?”
She looked into his warm brown eyes and said, ”Yes, Sam. I would love to be your wife.”
”Good. As soon as-”