Paraluman

ERROR 404 (PART 2)

Samantha Laurie was ready to leave.

After the night of passion she experienced with Blake, she couldn't look at him in the eye without blushing like a homeroom teacher caught reading sexy magazines.

Last night, however, had been the best moment in her life. As they spent themselves empty, Samantha laid her cheek on his stomach with a satisfied smile plastered on her face. She felt so good she didn't want to move ever. Besides she had no strength to move even her fingers.

Blake unsurprisingly had more strength left and lifted her to him. He kissed her senselessly before holding her body tightly to his. Or more like atop his body. The intimacy of her thinly covered breasts crushed against his chest was too much for her to handle and she struggled to move away. Even more embarrassed as her saturated folds rested on his hip and he pressed it even more by bending her knees and placing her thighs on his stomach. Wet moisture pooled in between her thighs, still sensitive by their ministrations. He felt it because he smiled and held her more tightly.

"Let me go!" She hissed.

"Shut up. Or I'll attack you like what you did to me. Trust me, you won't be able to leave this bed for days."

She believed him so she closed her mouth shut. To spare her meager integrity, she moved her arms in front of her to keep her tight n*****s brushing his chest. He retaliated by wrestling her shirt off from her body, placed her breasts on his chest. She gasped as he moved her up and down to rub it on his flesh. He grinned, unashamed. He resumed their position the way he preferred with his hand on her bended knee and the one on her neck. Absently, she slid her arms around his neck. Samantha didn't know she was playing with his hair on his neck until her eyelids got heavy and slept.

She woke up with him gone. By the sign of sun-streaked clouds through the window, Blake must probably be out tending with the cows and chickens.

She took her chance to pack her things. She only took her clothes. She would just be going to ask Julie to keep her other things.

And now as she dreadfully waited for him, she rehearsed everything she would tell him. She would even apologize just for the sake of principle. But it would never have to happen again. Last night was just a momentary weakness.

Responsible Sam had finally come back with renewed vision.

Then there he was in his n***d glory. Responsible Sam sighed in appreciation of God's beautiful creation. White-skinned torso contradicted with his tanned arms and legs. His chest was smooth and lean. His abdomen might not contain six pack abs you found on the sexy magazines yet it still looked solid and strong. Sam stopped herself from looking down his navel and turned her eyes to his. His hazel eyes turned gray as it danced with amusement with his lips turning upward. He moved his head side-to-side, shaking droplets from his wet sandy brown hair that turned darker like wood.

"Sorry. Fell to the pond." He stopped to his tracks when he saw her luggage. "You're leaving?"

No. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because...Hey! What are you doing?"

He took the scarf around her neck and use it to cover his middle. "Trying to look decent." Tying it a knot at his hip, the bulge was still visible. She’s so not going to wash that scarf.

Silently, he took a chair, swirled it around, facing the backrest towards her before sitting down with his thighs on either side. Her scarf stretched even further.

She gulped. What was she going to say again?

"You're l*****g your lips again, Samantha. Tell me what are you nervous about."

"I'm leaving."

"I gathered it as much and I'm going to ask again. Why?"

"Because...I don't know. Will you please stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He grinned as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "Ah, this. I apologize in advance for I realized that I have a serious addiction with your breasts. I never did see or hold one since I was sixteen. It surprised me how amazingly full and soft it felt on my palm." He succeeded in removing her shirt off her shoulders. She couldn't move. She was spellbound, caught by the magic of his words and golden eyes. He reached behind her and within seconds her shirt and b*a flew across the room. "Better." He smiled, giving her right breast a squeeze before pulling away.

Less than five minutes and he got her half-n***d. Responsible Sam screamed in her mind. This man is dangerous! Stay away. Now!

Her fingers fidgeted on her lap. She couldn't think. She didn't want to leave but she had to. Something told her she would risk her heart but regret not doing so. She doubted she would meet another man like Blake. And it was the root cause of her inner turmoil.

Without providing any help to soothe her uneasiness, he steadied his gaze on her face. "I don't want you to leave."

"I can't."

"Samantha, stay."

"I want to."

Minutes had passed, Blake remained silent. Waiting. Not forcing her to spill her guts to him. Giving her the choice but making her choose the right one. Without a thought, she covered her face with her hands and told him about Bob. Tears escaped the spaces in between her fingers. Once the words were out, she couldn't seem to stop. Being an only child and her parents away from her, she couldn't share her shame. Her struggles were always her own to carry. Never did in her life she relied on somebody. But now, everything was pouring out from her heart as if it wasn’t kept inside her for years. She told him about her disgust by being defeated in love by a man. The emptiness she felt when Bob had chosen someone she couldn’t be angry at. The hurt she felt for days asking what was wrong about her.

"Am I not good enough? Not curvy enough? Not womanly enough? Why did Bob make me feel so low because I don't have a d**k?"

"Oh, babe." A chuckle escaped before he could stop it. "I don't want you ever to grow a d**k. I like your, uh, womanly attributes just as it is."

He didn't know how his words meant to her. "Really?"

"Really." To prove his point, he reached forward and tweaked her n****e. "Really."

"God, Blake. What are you doing to me?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm powerful."

He grinned. "Indeed, you are." Without hesitation, Blake stood, pulled her off the sofa, took her position, and placed him on his lap. "Babe, I can't explain to you how complicated a man's mind is. It is true that we keep things plain and simple. All I know is we like s*x, sports, and sweat. But it was just the tip of an iceberg. Underneath it was so disastrous we refused to acknowledge it. And I haven't even started dissecting a homosexual man's mind." He stopped because she moved closer, tucking her head beneath his chin. "But I know what's going on in mine. I'm not Bob. And I hate you for comparing me to him. He doesn't even have a d**k like me. And before you ask, I realized it the way you looked at mine as if you saw nothing like it." Framing her head with his hands, he leaned her back. "And I want you. God knows how I tried to screw anyone with a d**k and my body only longed for yours. I can't promise you that this will be forever but if I tell you I want you, I meant it from the bottom of my soul."

"What if the time would come you don't like me anymore?"

"It is highly unlikely that would happen but if it happened, it is entirely my fault, not yours. It is my flaw, not yours." He kissed the tip of her nose. "You're the most magnificent woman I've ever met. The only and last woman I'll ever touch and make love with."

"And the only woman you'll ever kiss." She added before kissing him with all the love that blossomed in her heart for the last three weeks. Her feelings for Blake was entirely different from Bob. Her relationship with Bob was filled with admiration and respect.

But with Blake, as he molded her body with his, was filled with passion and trust. She never felt adored and contented. She made love with his tongue and offered back what he gave. She moved closer to his heat and straddled him, cradling his bulging arousal in between her thighs.

Things were getting out of hand, he thought and laughed. She was attacking him again. Once he knew he was taking over their kiss, she was slowly becoming the aggressor and found himself being swept away. She kissed him everywhere her mouth could reach and paid special attention to his earlobe pierced with a diamond stud. She rolled the jewelry on her tongue and Blake could only do was groan in relish.

If he let her do her way, he would be flat on his back with her body riding her. And he didn't want it.

For the first time in his life, Blake wanted to seduce a woman in a proper way. Even if it means blue balls and a cold shower.

So he held her hips, stopping it from gyrating on his erection. She didn't like what he did and Sam slid her hands in between them and groped him. He cursed and whispered her name. Damn his chauvinism but it felt good.

Yet he took her hands together, held it one hand, and stopped it from roaming his feverish body.

Undeterred, Samantha did her explorations with her lips. He cupped it and grunted when she licked his palm.

"So you're staying?"

He smiled when she nodded. The feelings in his chest became heavier but not acknowledge. Their relationship was hanging by a thread, he didn't want it to snap simply because of him getting half in love with her.

"I'll release you, babe, if you behave yourself. Okay. I'll let you go now. Behave. Okay, so far so g--oomph."

And she was attacking him again. They kissed on the sofa so long they forgot about lunch. When they finally pulled away from each other, Blake was behind by his duties on the farm and left her.

Samantha busied herself by making them an early dinner. Tossing two plates of salad and baked rolled chicken breasts covered with rosemary and thyme and a slice of mozzarella cheese inside. Because he hadn't come back, she made mashed potato freshly harvested from Blake's farm.

She was too engrossed with mushing the potato, he didn't feel him walking behind her until he felt his chest down to her thigh pressing to her body. She wanted to turn and kissed him again but he trapped her on the kitchen counter and whispered against her ear. "Behave yourself, Samantha. Touching will be allowed after dinner."

He kissed her exposed neck. Delighted when he felt her tremble. "Wine?"

Disconcerted, Sam only nodded.

He returned with her glasses of wine and nearly jumped when he brushed his body with hers. He even blew a hot breath on her neck.

She shuddered. "Bastard."

He laughed and got down to the business of setting the table. It was the first time they're going to eat together and Blake was looking forward to it. If he enjoyed her company inside and outside his bed, she must be amazing across his dining table.

He carefully placed napkins, utensils, and plates. All the while, intentionally touching her neck, stroking her back, and pressing his arousal in between her buttocks.

He never knew how sensitive a woman's body was. And he was enjoying it. Or merely because it was Samantha's body.

The dinner was cozy. Their topics switched from arts to politics. From farm to family. Samantha learned that besides Julie, Blake had two older brothers. One was a lawyer whose name was Heath. And the other was Reese, who resides on an island somewhere, as a diving teacher. She also learned that Julie has one boy and one girl. And Uncle Blake was a bone-deep pushover.

Blake tucked into any story Samantha shared deep in his heart. He absorbed it like a student deprived of education. He loved the way she spoke about her parents with two pairs of itchy feet, jumping from country to country. He loved the way she laughed about her friends in New York and their adventures then became suddenly guilty as she realized she left just because a guy broke her heart.

He realized that he was quarterly in love with her. He waited for the panic and alarm system of commitment but he only listened with comfortable silence.

At last, the dinner has ended and Blake watched as Samantha's green eyes grew darker and darker in anticipation. When he volunteered to clean up, he pulled him in his arms, gave her a mind-numbing kiss and told her to prepare herself for him.

Samantha was starting to get anxious. How do you prepare yourself for the best s*x you'll ever have in your life?

After scrubbing herself clean and brushing her teeth, Samantha was having a panic attack. She didn't own a single piece of lingerie! Her wardrobe contained no evidence of silk and laces. She was doomed!

Reluctantly, she just took one of his shirts. Picked one randomly. And got a white shirt with LGBT RULES printed on it with unicorn below. She chuckled. Gay or not, she didn't care. As long he is mine, she thought.

"Are you a lesbian, perhaps?"

She jolted at the sound of his voice. Husky and addictive. She grinned. "Well, my s****l preferences will be based on your performance tonight."

He walked towards her until she was leaning back her head to look at him. "Well, I'll guarantee that tonight you will be ruined by having thoughts to anybody with t**s. Just the way you ruined me." He kissed her gently. "I can't imagine myself touching anyone but you."

Then they were lost, stunned by the intensity of their kiss, they swore the ground shifted and tilted them off balance. But Blake steadied her, keeping her nice and safe in his arms. Yet he was too tall and she was too short. Her toes almost left off the floor as he lifted her up to meet the onslaught of his mouth. He devoured her as he could never have her again. Tongues like swords battled for dominance and captivity. No one backed down. No one stopped. They kissed until their bodies felt heavy and their mouths throbbing.

But it was not enough.

Gripping her buttocks, Blake lifted her and ordered her to hold tight. Samantha obliged and crossed her ankles at the small of his back and encircled her arms around his neck. In a span of a heartbeat, her back met the bedroom wall.

"Samantha." A voice like velvet, she kissed his throat. "I'll be honest with you. p**n never taught me that having a woman was this good. And I don't know if I'm doing it right." He licked her tears she wasn't aware of away. "Will you teach me? Teach me, Samantha, how to please you."

"Kiss me here." She tapped on her throat. "And here." Then her n*****s. "Everywhere."

He did. And he did it with so much innocence and eagerness to please that Samantha could only do was shiver and cry out. He nipped and licked at her throat, down to her collarbone, shifted to her shoulders, and settled on her breasts. Not once did he stop grinding his arousal to hers. She dampened his jeans with her juices in the process.

Samantha, dizzy with pleasure, took his both hands and placed it above her breasts. "Squeeze it tight but not too much. Then massage it. Use your palm to roll my nipples."

He complied. Even using his mouth instead of his palms. And when he licked the skin under her breast, it felt so exquisite she humped down to his erection, met every grind, every push.

"On the bed, Blake. Now."

No-nonsense Samantha ordering him was so erotic he wondered why he didn't burst right there and there. She was magnificent. Unpredictable. Lovable.

And she looked right on his bed. Messy and dazed.

The urge to satisfy her first rushed through his veins. "Tell me what to do."

"Come here." She opened her arms to him. Smiling so pure, his knees melted.

He wasn't quarterly in love with her.

He was crazy head-over-heels in love with her.

"I love you."

She gasped and cried silently. "Oh, Blake. I love you so much. Come here. Make love to me."

He stripped and came to her n***d and hot. Sweat skin met sweat skin. Soft met rough. Innocence met carnal.

He didn't waste time. He dove for her n****e, suckling it inside his mouth while roaming his hand on her other breast, to her ribs, hips, and her thighs. Learning and exploring where she loved to be touched. She found her sensitive spot at the skin below her navel. As his fingers trailed figure of eights, she tensed and writhed against his body. And when he used his tongue, she was screaming and trembling. Heartbeats had skipped; Samantha went wild as he touched her core. Wet and plump. Throbbing and hot.

Transfixed and curious, he looked into her eyes that looked like burning emeralds. "I've never seen anything like this."

She placed her hands on his hair. "Good. Because mine will be the last you're going to have."

The first swipe of his tongue was so sweet and achingly slow, Samantha orgasmed. He panicked. "Oh s**t, Samantha. Am I doing it wrong? Those f*****g p**n are liars."

Lost in the ecstasy of her release, Samantha savored it before answering him, "i***t. I just had an orgasm."

Slowly and triumphantly, he grinned. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh. Not get down on it."

He pushed his nose in between her thighs and she felt her desire building grower. "You smell good. Flowers and spring. Tastes like it too." He licked her slit. "Addictive."

He used both her fingers to part her folds and revealed what was hidden. She didn't know if he liked what he saw and lost the ability to think as he placed tiny kisses on her throbbing wet flesh. It pulsed. It quivered. Surrendering to the magic Blake's tongue and fingers provided. Then she felt him grew greedier and looked for the small nubbin at the top of her core. It was so sensitive that after two hesitant licks from him, she trembled in release. He was pleased as he felt her muscles tightened around his fingers that were slowly exploring the insides of her channel. He didn't stop even if she was still recovering from her release. He probed. He sucked. He licked. Everywhere. But he never left her c**t unattended, if he wasn't l*****g it, he was rolling it with his finger.

Even after she felt her desire building up again, he pumped his fingers inside her, widening her, and preparing her. As if it wasn't enough to torment her, he reached a hand upward and started circling her n*****s, using her juices as a lubricant.

It was just too much. Too much and not enough.

Samantha took the fingers playing on her n****e and took in her mouth. l*****g it clean and pumping it inside and out of her mouth in rhythm with his fingers inside her core. When she felt her muscle became taut, Sam knew she was close.

"No." She moaned. Holding back. "Come here. I want you here. I want you inside me."

"I want to see you coming with my fingers."

"No. Please. I beg you. Inside me."

Hearing her voice, Blake clenched his teeth to keep himself in control. He wasn't going to last. And if the pleasure he felt with her core tightening around her fingers, it would feel heaven when she would grip his shaft.

But if he would die with him inside Samantha, he would die happy.

Blake positioned his body in between her thighs, lifting her knees against his torso, and settling atop Samantha's soft and pliant body. She lifted her hips invitingly and cursed again when he felt his controlled slipped spurting drops of his release.

"Look at me, Samantha. Feel me when I take you."

They both sighed when he managed to push the head in. She asked for more but Blake had to still himself, afraid he would spill his seed.

He didn't and managed to push half of him in her pulsing moistened heat. It felt so wonderful he shouted when he thrust all of himself inside, burying to the hilt.

It was nothing like being inside a man. It was soft, gentle, and combusting. She squeezed him as if her life depended on it. Milking him. Gripping him. His shaft swelled even more painful and welcomed her inner core to soothe the ache.

Finally, he moved. Thrusting, grinding and stopping. He wanted to prolong and end this torment but it was so good he couldn't find a rhythm to take them higher.

When at last her hips moved and met his thrust with a steady rhythm, he found it. He took every strength he had to build, glide, and take her to the ecstasy and delight he was feeling. He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Until she was holding on to him and he to her. No one ever made them feel so good just like this. So phenomenal and life-changing.

He murmured his promise of love. She replied in kind, tears glistening in eyes, giving him the happiness and fulfillment he didn't find in the arms of any man he had. They gripped on each other as they emptied themselves with hearts filled and soul combined.