Mute

A promise kept

------------ Two weeks later---------

        “Hey Jace, what did the doc have to say?” Jason looked up from his newspaper as Jace strolled back in the front door. Jace looked around but no Sam.

        “Healthy as a horse again.” He reached up and absent mindedly rubbed the scar starting to form over his wounded ribs.

        “Good. Sam needs help in the barn if you don’t mind.” He fluffed his newspaper and raised it to dismiss him.

        “Yes sir.” Through the house he went, a slow lazy amble. What in the world could she have been doing out here this late in the day? He paused in the barn door, no horses. He glanced to the corals, both horses dozing in the setting sun. Then he noticed the glow of light from a stall normally used for hay storage.         “Sam?”

        She stood up from the same stall and smiled brighter than he’d ever seen. Damn what a sight. Her raven hair in his favorite braid, and those eyes shining bright. He met her just outside the stall door when she stopped him.

        “Wait.”

        “What is it?” He asked, he glanced over to look at the stall. A camping lantern, a blanket spread wide open, another nearby, and a couple of pillows. “What’s going on here?”

        “I want….” She got stuck for a second, “m..make love t..to you.”

        “When did you decide this?” Really? His heart started racing away, and his palms started to sweat, he’d wanted this badly for so long now.

        ‘You said it had to wait. You said it is over now.’ She signed up until she spoke, ‘right?’

        “It most certainly is baby.” He cupped her face in one hand, his thumb hooking her chin. He kissed her hard, she was his and he was ready to keep his promise to her. They kissed their way into the stall.

He peeled her shirt off over her head, not caring where it landed. Hell they had the whole barn to use. He kissed the flesh of each b****t in turn just over the edge of each bra cup, leaving a hickey each as he unfastened the bra and it disappeared too. At her insisting he whipped his shirt off, returning to her bare skin like a starved man.

        He was palming and squeezing one b****t while he sucked on the n****e of the other, these things were perfect. She clung to his back as he tasted of her flesh, her head swimming in stimulation.

He broke his suction on her n****e and spun her around, using the stall wall to brace her against with her hands. His hands slipped around her tiny waist and opened her jeans pushing them down. He palmed each cheek and kissed the dip of her lower back. She sighed in happiness, he liked the sounds she made now.

        She glanced back over her shoulder when she heard his jeans unzip as well. She didn’t have time to wonder long, he muscled her legs wider apart, his pelvis’ heavy weight pressing into the cove between her thighs.

        “Jace,” her spoken plea made him pause and look up from her ass before him.

        “Are you not ready?” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

        “No,” She paused in frustration with her new ability to speak. “Virgin.”

        “You are?” She nodded.

        “S***,” He rubbed his hand over his face, “change of plans. Down here baby,” He moved her to the blanket spread over the hay floor.

        He rushed out of his jeans and boxers before he knelt down between her legs. He touched her smooth thigh near her left knee, slowly sliding it up to her peak, admiring the smooth skin as he went.

        “Do you even know how perfect you are, baby?” He asked as he admired the view of his whole entire world. He placed a soft sensual kiss to her thigh just above his hand . He peppered her tender skin in soft kisses. His tongue tasted the hyper sensitive tip of her c***. She mewled just like a kitten.

        “Like that Kitten?” She arched into his mouth as she mewled this time. He moaned as he sucked on the sensitive nub. “Damn baby.”

        He rose up over her, settling lower into her hips and legs with his heavy body sliding close to home. She mewled again and tried to rub his c*** against her doors by lifting her hips. He grabbed his throbbing c*** and stroked it as he kissed her hard.

        “I have wanted you so bad Sam. These last few weeks have been the longest of my life.” Her hips rocked up, brushing his tip with her p****. He moaned as he flexed in his hand. “You ready for me baby?”

        “Yes.” She licked her lips as she nodded. He guided his c*** up into her  as slowly as he could force himself to go. He felt her h**** resist, the point of no return. She raised his head, nodding when his eyes met hers. His lips stormed her lips as he burst through her v********.

        Sam gasped in shock, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him tight. He kissed her neck, murmuring everything he had wanted to do with her the last few weeks. Jace ran his hands up from her hips and palmed a b***** each.

        “Samantha,” he moaned against her n****e. He sucked the perky appendage into his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth. She moaned as he arched into his hard chest, “that’s it. I want to hear that voice that called me home.”

        She began to whimper against his shoulder, her muscles clenching and unclenching in rapidly increasing intensity. He reached back and pulled her right leg up over his hip, sinking in deeper with each stab. She bit down on his shoulder and screamed as her very first o****m roared to life.

        “Oh s***!” He gasped and pounded himself up into her even harder and faster, “Yes. I love you with every fiber of my being.”

        “I love you Jace!” She cried out, releasing his load deep into her. Every nerve ending in his body fired off at once, he was gasping for air and he let his forehead rest against hers.

        “Sam, baby. Did I hurt you?” He licked his bone dry lips before he gently brushed them against hers. She mewled against his mouth, he snaked his tongue between her tender lips and he flexed deep rubbing some unknown spot that ignited her fire again.

        “More?” She begged.

        “You will be the death of me I swear.” He demanded, kissing her quickly. “On your hands and knees, kitten.”

        He sat back on his knees, trying to catch his breath still. She rolled over, her braid slipping down over her shoulder. He fitted up against her a** cheeks again like before, his c*** jumping in her close proximity and patting against her.

        He reached forward until he took hold of her braid, wrapping the length of it around his hand pulling her hand back at will. With his right hand he held her hip and stabbed up into her still wet p****. She screamed out in pleasure, her back dipping forward.

        He grunted as he rode her hard and fast. He could feel everything deep inside of her as she clenched and flexed to accommodate his length. He was moaning and random f*** me’s as he got lost in the most perfect sea of pleasure imaginable.

        “Samantha, I can’t be easy anymore. I need to have your o****m right now!” He knew her O would be that last little thing he needed to set his own off. “Forgive me baby.”

        He abandoned her hair, just the thought of his next move was triggering the beginning wave of his orgasm. His palm itched for this, he held his breath and slapped her perfectly round a**. She moaned as she spassomed around him, and again he warmed her other cheek.

        One more hard stab and he lost his mind. He became a machine and his hips churned faster than he could have thought he could. He had sweat dripping from his face and running down his back. He then realized that she was shaking, and moaning softly. He palmed her a** and his fingers ran up her spine.

He pulled her up to her knees, helping her turn to lay down on her back against the pillows. He dropped down alongside of her and pulled her close. He rained kisses all over her face and hair. He could feel her fingers gently graze the scar between his ribs from Sand.