Ruining Rune

Coffee

** Sam's POV**

As soon as his lips grazed hers, he felt it and he knew he had been right all along...from the moment he set eyes on her. She was the one he had been looking for all these years. It was her. Electricity shot through every fiber of his being and  his grip tightened in feverish realization of the cataclysmic moment he was in. 

His destiny was in his arms, and he would be damned if he was ever going to let go. His senses reeled as he opened his eyes, searching hers for some kind of sign of recognition, as his lips softly explored hers, but all he saw was trepidation and desire. His hands were shaking. Dare he say something?

Could this really be it? 

Thoughts and questions of what she’d gotten herself into were unmistakable in her eyes. He could tell she was second guessing herself, but he couldn't let go...not now...not after all this time and torture. 

Without another moment of hesitation, Sam's tongue invaded her mouth, and reason and reality became a moot point.

His lips were firm, but soft. His tongue, daring, demanding, and all too proficient in its craft. Sam pulled her even tighter as her tongue dared to duel with his. Barely held back whimpers echoed into his mouth, threatening any restraint he had left. 

Mental visuals of touching her, tasting her, and f*****g her, flooded his mind, as it had been doing for what seemed like forever. 

She belonged to him; whether she understood that yet, or not. The sundress she was wearing, wasn’t helping his composure much, either. He wanted nothing more than to hike that dress up and ravage the tender flesh he’d dreamed about for so long; right here, under the table. He could feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, white knuckled and desperate. His c**k had never been so hard.

He’d watched her for months, never daring to approach, and she had only caught him staring a few times. If only she knew the thoughts he’d lived with, the need he’d lived with; the dreams he'd lived with... it would probably scare her to death. He had to get it together before he scared her away.

His fingers dug harder. His kiss hinging on reckless desire, and then the hand at her waist trailed upward; her arm raised around his neck. Fingertips brushed the swell of her breast at her side, forcing a gasp from her lips and into his mouth. His fingers finally threading into her hair at the nape of her neck and controlling her position. 

Her breath hitched, but Sam held her fast to him as his fingers gently tugged her head to the side, planting wet kisses at her jawline and throat. 

God, he wanted to stand her up, bend her over the table and f**k her into next week. 

Jesus, Sam, reign it in! He fought with himself, barely able to pull back from the edge. His look was stern and he knew she sensed his overwhelming frustration as he pulled back and studied her beautiful face.

She was lost in desire, he knew that; but he sensed fear and confusion, too, and that would not do. She would need to get over that. She belonged to him. She always had, and she would yield to him, totally, and willingly, without reservation. He would not take her until he knew for certain there wasn’t a shred of fear in her heart. That, he had promised himself. 

She had a taste of his desire for her. That was enough for now.

Sam took a deep breath and forced a smile to ease their tension. He was a man of strength and fortitude, self-discipline and patience; but this was testing him like he’d never been tested before. 

He took a deep breath to compose himself. His hands cradled her face and his kiss was tender. 

No words were spoken. 

What could be said?

Life had been altered in less than an hour. Trepidation and excitement became the blood that ran through their veins.

Rune trembled violently with desire and confusion. She was undone, and there was no question in her mind that this man would be her ruin. 

Terror engulfed her at the thought of someone holding so much power over her, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

She sipped her tea quietly, and he, his. His hand found hers again in silent understanding; his more so than hers, he knew…for the moment.

He had dreamed of moments like this for over a decade, and he had no intention of screwing it up now. The only thing he wanted to screw, and hard, was the beautiful woman beside him; and for a very very long time to come. 

Rune broke the silence with the only thing she could say, “What’s happening here?”

His eyes softened as his fingertips brushed a tendril from her face. “The most natural thing in the world, love.”

He couldn’t help himself. He wanted Rune to know his tender side. He knew he was showing too much. His fingers threaded into her hair again of their own accord, and the most powerful magnet in the universe drew his lips to hers, but softly this time, and trembling with need. The need for trust.  

Rune didn’t hesitate when his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Her lips parted and his tongue explored; not in haste or lust this time, but to learn what evoked the whimpers filling his mouth, driving his senses insane.

Chamomile on her lips, a hint of the taste of peppermint on her tongue as he tasted it with his own. Fingers firmly, but gently threaded into her hair, his other arm and hand pulling her closer. His heart began to race. He swore he could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. 

Just one swift motion, his mind told him…and he could lift the hem of her dress, push her thighs apart, and feel, touch, and taste how sweet and wet she was for him. He broke the kiss.

“I think it’s time to go.” Sam whispered against the corner of her mouth in frustration. His thumb placed over her lips as if hushing her. He could feel the warmth of her breath as her lips parted to speak and his thumb traced their softness.

He took a deep, unsteady breath and thought, I am most definitely going to die of frustration and need. How am I ever going to get enough of this woman?

Rune tried to bring the conversation back to reality.

“So, I don’t even know what you’re studying.” She posed with shaky voice.

“You…..never asked.” Sam recovered in the nick of time. Her brow had raised in a quizzical furrow.

“I’m on fellowship in Anthropology with a minor in archaeology.” He added, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, wow…I didn’t realize our interests were so similar.” Rune responded with an element of surprise.

“It’s amazing what socialization can bring to the table, isn’t it?” Sam baited her, knowing that her social life was pretty much non-existent.

“Touché”, Rune laughed at herself, knowing that the innuendo was completely founded.

Sam grasped her hand again, prompting her to look him in the eyes. Despite the platonic conversation and knowing that the encounter would go no further, sexually, at least for the moment, Sam had to fight like hell to bring his rigid c**k back to reality.

“I know we both need to get to class soon, but… promise me you’ll see me again. That this wasn’t a one-time deal. Let me take you to dinner.”

Rune blushed, but somehow found her own fortitude, at least for the moment. “Sam, your interest in me is very sweet and all, but I don’t think you realize how much older than you, I am. And I can’t really afford the distraction from my own fellowship. I need some time to process this and think about it. Can you give me that?”

Sam conceded, reluctantly, almost in disbelief, as his c**k twitched, reminding him of how perfectly she had felt in his hands not ten minutes ago, and how she had responded! Damn, she was going to be a tough nut to crack. How did she recover so quickly?

 He decided that being firm with her was the only way he would ever get the chance to make her his.

“One week. But none of that, "you can’t speak to me, bullshit". Get to know me, Rune. I don’t care how much older you are, and I’m not looking for a Mrs. Robinson fantasy, either, so don’t even go there with your arguments.”

He was hitting the logic nail right on the head, and not in her favor. Dammit! What was she going to use for an out now?

Was he trying to control her? Her feathers started to ruffle as she looked at him, questioning his attempted use of authority over what she would and would not accept in terms of interaction. But then again, telling him not to speak to her was blatantly unfair, if not rude. She decided to let him have his moment of power. 

He took her hand and led them out of the booth. Rune noted that he had left the waitress a very generous tip. Who was this guy? And why am I so dizzy? 

**Rune's POV**

Sam didn't let go of Rune's hand for one second as he led her back to the courtyard where he had found her. Neither spoke. Rune's head was spinning with emotions. Confusion, anger, fear, and so much more. Why couldn't he have turned someone else's world upside down? What was it about her that he was so attracted to? He could have any woman he wanted, so why me, she thought.

Rune watched him as he led her...so beautiful and determined. The way his long hair framed his masculine native features, almost contradicting each other in the perfect balance of masculine and feminine, yet fitting so perfectly. Her heart was racing again. Just looking at him was enough to make her question everything she believed about beauty being only skin deep. The way he had kissed her and touched her, as if his life depended on her acceptance. 

They reached the spot in the courtyard where he had found her, and Sam pulled her into a tight embrace. His massive frame towered over her slight form. He was built like a house. Sam held her there with her cheek against his chest, one hand cradling her head, the other at her waist. 

She was about to pull away when she realized she could hear his heart...pounding and raging its way in symphonic echo, into her ears. Rune's cheeks flushed. She wanted to break away, but she found herself wrapping her arms around his waist, small hands exploring and splaying at his back. The muscle under her hands flinched, and she could feel her own heartbeat in her fingertips.

Sam broke the embrace, putting his hands on her shoulders, gently taking distance. He took her face in his hands and bent over to kiss her trembling lips...and couldn't help but nibble on that lower one, for just a second. His breath hitched and then he pulled away. 

She watched as he did, eyes still closed and then opening slowly, as if he had been dreaming. He smiled down at her and tried to bring things back to earth as his fingertips traced her jaw. 

"That wasn't so terrible now, was it bookworm?" 

Rune blushed. Sam laughed. 

"But..." Sam put his finger to her lips to shush her. 

"No...you don't get to poke holes in this moment, or ruin it for me, bookworm. Get to class, do your work. And when you have time, think about us.That's all I ask." 

"How..." Rune was getting mad at him. Sam garnered a stern look as his finger pressed to her lips again. 

"I would never hurt you, Rune.", Sam leaned in and whispered in her ear before planting a gentle kiss on her lobe. 

Her eyes drifted shut at the sensation of his warm breath, coupled with the crisp fall air, and another chill assaulted her spine. She lost touch with reality, and when she realized he had pulled away, and opened her eyes, he was gone. 

Rune's jaw fell open.

How did he do that? 

God, what was this man doing to her?   

**Sam's POV**

Walking to class, Sam tried to focus on something other than Rune. Impossible; said the raging hard-on in his jeans that was getting ridiculously uncomfortable. He stopped to sit on a bench just outside the stone building, to compose himself, when a couple of girls from class approached him. 

"Hey Sam!", Rebecca exclaimed in that annoyingly bubbly persona of hers. 

"Hi Sam.", her sidekick, Amy, followed. 

"Hi Ladies. All set for class? Hey..did I miss anything the other day? I had some stuff to take care of. Got my homework, but was wondering if anyone took notes I could copy?"

"Sure! Let's get together after class!" Rebecca was far too excited for Sam's taste.

"Sure, I'd appreciate that." Sam resigned to having to listen to Rebecca vomiting her excited crush all over him after class for the notes, but on a good note; the idea had totally killed the buzz in his jeans. 

Sam felt like he could finally stand up, and decided to walk with the girls. 

Thank God, he thought, Rune was driving me insane. His c**k flinched, threatening to harden at the mere thought of her name. Sam looked down in dismay, and grumbled, "Shut up."

"I'm sorry, Sam, what was that?" Rebecca cheerily interrupted Sam's private moment. 

"Nothing." Sam retorted. 

The walk to class was torture. How these girls got into this school and program, were beyond him. They were typical in every sense of the female gender, and that bored him to no end. Idle chatter, showboating, giggling, the whole nine yards. This girl had it in spades. The only thing he was grateful for, was that she had effectively run his erection off, in terror, at her very presence. 

Well done, Rebecca, he thought as he took his seat in the lecture hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the women stealing glances and giggling. Sam sighed in blatant dread and for a moment, hoped that after class, would never come.