Indian Summer
by SparklingFae
Rated MA for content. 18+ only. Sam/Bella pairing
Chapter 6:
It had been two weeks since that night with Sam. I mused, deep in thought, while I stood over the stove and cooked dinner for Charlie and myself. That was the night that Sam and I became fully bonded. I had asked for time, but what happened that night just felt right. It was a decision of the heart rather than the head. My memory of that night replayed as I took a seat in the chair by the table while the casserole I'd prepared for dinner baked in the oven.
"Were you...masturbating while thinking of me?" I had to ask.
He paused, I could tell that he was thinking how to answer before he squared his broad shoulders and replied with a little bit of a grin, "I was."
I stared, open mouthed, uncertain how to respond. I knew my cheeks were red with a blush.
"Um..." I mumbled as my cheeks flamed even more, "Iwantyou."
The words left my mouth in a flustered rush and the second they did I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I couldn't believe that I had actually said that, even if it was true.
I damn near choked as he took a step towards me, his gaze dark and full of desire. I could feel my panties dampening with arousal and a small whimper escaped my parted lips. With each step he took towards me, I took one back, willing prey to his predator. His arousal was prominent and I couldn't help the way my eyes were drawn to it, causing my nipples to harden with need.
"SaSam," I squeaked as the back of my legs hit the bed, "I'm...I'm a virgin!"
I felt my eyes go wider as he closed the remaining gap between us and curled his long fingers around my hip, speaking in that damn low sensual voice that I had dreamed of him using on me.
"Don't worry, Little Girl. I will take good care of you."
I shivered in anticipation as his finger trailed down my cheek to my neck and down between the valley of my breasts. I was helpless to do anything but stare at him, each sensual touch turning me on more, fiery passion burning brightly within every nerve ending.
He kept his eyes locked on mine and I felt lost in his bottomless black depths. He laid me back on the bed after he had divested me of my clothing and I chewed my bottom lip as I watched him, my own emotions a mix of pure unadulterated desire and selfconsciousness. He smiled lasciviously before drawing one of my taut nipples into his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth. The sensation was so intense and overwhelming to my untested body that I arched into his mouth and gasped in pleasure. I was putty in his hands as he skimmed his fingertips across my flesh with tender feathery caresses. He took his time exploring my breasts and stomach before his fingers finally parted my trembling thighs, holding them apart as he slid down my quivering body.
I gasped aloud when I felt his tongue take a swipe across my slit, my hips arching as I breathed out shakily, "God Sam, please..."
His answering growl had me tangling my fingers into his shortened hair as he started licking and nibbling at my inner folds even more. I was already on edge and he was just pushing me further and further toward falling over it. My lips parted and I moaned as his lips closed around my clit while he slid one finger into me. The coil was tightening in my stomach with every thrust of his finger. When he pushed a second finger into me and bit down lightly on my swollen bud, I screamed in pleasure, my orgasm rippling through me like a tsunami. My words were nothing but garbled nonsense while my hips arched and bucked convulsively. I had barely begun to relax from my high before Sam gently kissed my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes to see him hovering above me; his gaze was hot and full of desire for me.
"You are so beautiful when you let go, Bella. Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?" His voice was low and raspy, tender as he brushed his fingers over my cheek.
I nodded and looked down between us, wanting to see him enter me for the first time, as he positioned the head of his cock against my folds.
"I am not going anywhere, Little Girl. You are it for me," he whispered his last words as he slowly pushed his length forward. Inch by inch he stretched me, the sensation was different and slightly uncomfortable. He was taking it slow and trying to be gentle with me, which I was grateful for. I tensed up when I felt him reach what had to be my barrier and sucked a breath in. He locked eyes with me and stroked my cheek again with his thumb, I nodded softly. I wasn't going to back out; I wanted him. He pushed forward past it and I gasped a cry out, my fingers clenched in the sheets as I tried to work through the sharp pain. He immediately stilled, allowing me the time to adjust to his very large member.
After a couple of minutes had passed, I shifted a little, smiling softly when I felt that the pain had eased considerably.
"It's okay, Sam. You can move now," I whispered.
He looked down at me with an emotion that I couldn't quite place, but it warmed me straight through, as he began making small thrusts forward with his hips. I rested my palms against his shoulders and rubbed his skin. Every thrust seemed to deepen and hit a more sensitive place that the last until I was mewling little moans as the pleasure heightened considerably. He slid in and out of me easily aided by the moisture my body was giving him in abundance as I rocketed toward another orgasm. The skin just above his cock brushed my clit and my breathing grew to heavy pants as the muscles in my stomach contracted.
"Fuck Sam!"
I tried to find purchase against his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin a little as I careened wildly towards an orgasm. With a sharp intake of breath and my legs wrapping even tighter around his hips, I cried out. My walls clamped down around his overly large length which caused him to growl. He surged forward faster and deeper than before. His breathing changed, quickening as his thrusts grew erratic while he struggled to keep a steady rhythm. He was close.
His cock twitched inside of me causing ripples of aftershocks to roll through me. He hissed and then slammed his cock as deep into me as it could go, pressing himself tightly against the entrance of my womb, his hot cum covering my walls as he panted and made small strokes. All I could do was cling to him and let him hear my small moans of pleasure. It was powerful, even I could feel the bond between us strengthening. I whimpered when he withdrew slowly from me, feeling the loss of him instantly. My muscles were deliciously sore, but I wasn't about to complain either. Sam laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. I curled into his warm body and laid my head against his chest, sated and just wanting to sleep at that moment.
"Is it always like that, Sam? I mean...is it always that intense?" I asked, feeling just a little overwhelmed by all that happened over the past few days. His chest rumbled as he chuckled and answered me,
"No, it's not, Bella. It gets much better, Little Girl."
I was pulled from my reverie by the dinging of the timer on the oven. Smiling to myself as I pulled the casserole out of the oven, I thought over how one simple act had so thoroughly changed my life. I had wanted to thank Sam, but fate had other plans for both of us. I didn't just thank him; he saved me even if I hadn't known I needed it. He was my redemption just as much as I was his."
A/N: I wish to thank all of you who have been with me on this journey, I know it might seem I am ending this abruptly but keep in mind the meaning of Indian Summer in the first place and as well to the fact, It was never meant to be a full out story, just an one shot that took flight. I hope you enjoyed this and continue to enjoy what I come up with. Thank you all again!
"Were you...masturbating while thinking of me?" I had to ask.
He paused, I could tell that he was thinking how to answer before he squared his broad shoulders and replied with a little bit of a grin, "I was."
I stared, open mouthed, uncertain how to respond. I knew my cheeks were red with a blush.
"Um..." I mumbled as my cheeks flamed even more, "Iwantyou."
The words left my mouth in a flustered rush and the second they did I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I couldn't believe that I had actually said that, even if it was true.
I damn near choked as he took a step towards me, his gaze dark and full of desire. I could feel my panties dampening with arousal and a small whimper escaped my parted lips. With each step he took towards me, I took one back, willing prey to his predator. His arousal was prominent and I couldn't help the way my eyes were drawn to it, causing my nipples to harden with need.
"SaSam," I squeaked as the back of my legs hit the bed, "I'm...I'm a virgin!"
I felt my eyes go wider as he closed the remaining gap between us and curled his long fingers around my hip, speaking in that damn low sensual voice that I had dreamed of him using on me.
"Don't worry, Little Girl. I will take good care of you."
I shivered in anticipation as his finger trailed down my cheek to my neck and down between the valley of my breasts. I was helpless to do anything but stare at him, each sensual touch turning me on more, fiery passion burning brightly within every nerve ending.
He kept his eyes locked on mine and I felt lost in his bottomless black depths. He laid me back on the bed after he had divested me of my clothing and I chewed my bottom lip as I watched him, my own emotions a mix of pure unadulterated desire and selfconsciousness. He smiled lasciviously before drawing one of my taut nipples into his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth. The sensation was so intense and overwhelming to my untested body that I arched into his mouth and gasped in pleasure. I was putty in his hands as he skimmed his fingertips across my flesh with tender feathery caresses. He took his time exploring my breasts and stomach before his fingers finally parted my trembling thighs, holding them apart as he slid down my quivering body.
I gasped aloud when I felt his tongue take a swipe across my slit, my hips arching as I breathed out shakily, "God Sam, please..."
His answering growl had me tangling my fingers into his shortened hair as he started licking and nibbling at my inner folds even more. I was already on edge and he was just pushing me further and further toward falling over it. My lips parted and I moaned as his lips closed around my clit while he slid one finger into me. The coil was tightening in my stomach with every thrust of his finger. When he pushed a second finger into me and bit down lightly on my swollen bud, I screamed in pleasure, my orgasm rippling through me like a tsunami. My words were nothing but garbled nonsense while my hips arched and bucked convulsively. I had barely begun to relax from my high before Sam gently kissed my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes to see him hovering above me; his gaze was hot and full of desire for me.
"You are so beautiful when you let go, Bella. Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?" His voice was low and raspy, tender as he brushed his fingers over my cheek.
I nodded and looked down between us, wanting to see him enter me for the first time, as he positioned the head of his cock against my folds.
"I am not going anywhere, Little Girl. You are it for me," he whispered his last words as he slowly pushed his length forward. Inch by inch he stretched me, the sensation was different and slightly uncomfortable. He was taking it slow and trying to be gentle with me, which I was grateful for. I tensed up when I felt him reach what had to be my barrier and sucked a breath in. He locked eyes with me and stroked my cheek again with his thumb, I nodded softly. I wasn't going to back out; I wanted him. He pushed forward past it and I gasped a cry out, my fingers clenched in the sheets as I tried to work through the sharp pain. He immediately stilled, allowing me the time to adjust to his very large member.
After a couple of minutes had passed, I shifted a little, smiling softly when I felt that the pain had eased considerably.
"It's okay, Sam. You can move now," I whispered.
He looked down at me with an emotion that I couldn't quite place, but it warmed me straight through, as he began making small thrusts forward with his hips. I rested my palms against his shoulders and rubbed his skin. Every thrust seemed to deepen and hit a more sensitive place that the last until I was mewling little moans as the pleasure heightened considerably. He slid in and out of me easily aided by the moisture my body was giving him in abundance as I rocketed toward another orgasm. The skin just above his cock brushed my clit and my breathing grew to heavy pants as the muscles in my stomach contracted.
"Fuck Sam!"
I tried to find purchase against his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin a little as I careened wildly towards an orgasm. With a sharp intake of breath and my legs wrapping even tighter around his hips, I cried out. My walls clamped down around his overly large length which caused him to growl. He surged forward faster and deeper than before. His breathing changed, quickening as his thrusts grew erratic while he struggled to keep a steady rhythm. He was close.
His cock twitched inside of me causing ripples of aftershocks to roll through me. He hissed and then slammed his cock as deep into me as it could go, pressing himself tightly against the entrance of my womb, his hot cum covering my walls as he panted and made small strokes. All I could do was cling to him and let him hear my small moans of pleasure. It was powerful, even I could feel the bond between us strengthening. I whimpered when he withdrew slowly from me, feeling the loss of him instantly. My muscles were deliciously sore, but I wasn't about to complain either. Sam laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. I curled into his warm body and laid my head against his chest, sated and just wanting to sleep at that moment.
"Is it always like that, Sam? I mean...is it always that intense?" I asked, feeling just a little overwhelmed by all that happened over the past few days. His chest rumbled as he chuckled and answered me,
"No, it's not, Bella. It gets much better, Little Girl."
I was pulled from my reverie by the dinging of the timer on the oven. Smiling to myself as I pulled the casserole out of the oven, I thought over how one simple act had so thoroughly changed my life. I had wanted to thank Sam, but fate had other plans for both of us. I didn't just thank him; he saved me even if I hadn't known I needed it. He was my redemption just as much as I was his."
A/N: I wish to thank all of you who have been with me on this journey, I know it might seem I am ending this abruptly but keep in mind the meaning of Indian Summer in the first place and as well to the fact, It was never meant to be a full out story, just an one shot that took flight. I hope you enjoyed this and continue to enjoy what I come up with. Thank you all again!