"Ready? OK, now you can look." Sam removed his hands from my eyes.
I was feeling groggy from the car journey, so my reaction came out half-assed.
"Oooh, grass. It's...er...what am I looking at again?" I asked. I narrowed my eyes, wondering whether I'd missed something.
Sam made a face as if he wasn't impressed by my lack of enthusiasm. "Oh, ye of little faith. Just imagine it: ten bedrooms, separate living quarters for us, a huge kitchen with French doors that open out onto a seating area out back, our kids running around playing hide and seek. I can see it." He nodded to himself as he played out his dream in his head.
I stood there with one hand on my hip, trying to envision it. I had wanted to be an illustrator and out here it was so peaceful you couldn't even hear traffic, just birds singing.
"Could I have a room to do my work?" I asked, wondering if he could incorporate a study into his plans.
"Yes and you can design it however you want," he replied with enthusiasm.
"Do you have any plans that I can look at?" I asked, taking an interest. "And maybe we could find somewhere to stay for the night. Those rain clouds look unforgiving." I pointed above to where the sky had turned almost dark grey.
No sooner had I opened my big trap, a drop of water streaked across my cheek. I held my palm out to check for rain. Drip, drip, drip landed onto my palm.
"Uh oh." I pulled my jacket up over my head. The last thing I needed was hair like cotton candy, and that was before I went to the carnival.
"Head over to those trees." Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. I held the collar of my coat close to my forehead. The rain had started to pelt down thick and fast, giving the appearance of it bouncing off the ground.
The cluster of trees served as a canopy from the rain. I shook my jacket and wiped the splattering of rainwater off my face.
The rain had dampened my clothes and coated my bare arms, leaving me cold. My skin was covered in goosebumps and I started to shiver. Sam pulled me close, putting an arm around me.
"You're warm," I said, nuzzling against him, wrapping my arm around his back.
I filled my lungs with the familiar scent of honey and citrus, which was now my favorite fragrance. His chest felt solid under the thin material of his t-shirt. I lay against him, enjoying the close contact.
"Mmm." I relaxed into his embrace, feeling him rest his chin on the top of my head and let out a contented sigh. Both of us just held each other, listening to the sound of the rain.
He kissed the top of my head lovingly, rubbing his nose in my hair and inhaling the scent of my shampoo.
"It's so peaceful here, I love it," I confessed. I wasn't known for being an outdoorsy person. Usually, at the first sign of rain, I'd be tucked up indoors somewhere cozy and dry.
"You should just move here, right now then," Sam hinted, his voice held a longing. I wasn't looking forward to leaving him for a few months either.
"I just might," I replied, caught up in the moment. "This seems like a great place to unwind."
"I love it out here," Sam spoke softly. "This town means a lot to me. It's where my mom loved to bring me when I was a cub."
He sat down with his back against the tree, pulling me down on top of his lap.
"We have something in common, you and I. We've both lost a parent. My dad died in a motorcycle accident while he was on his way home from work," I confided to him sadly.
Sam exhaled, tipping his head back against the bark with his eyes closed.
"My mom," he took a deep breath, "was murdered in front of me when I was little. It happened down by the lake, at Bear Creek. She was..." he blew out a forced breath as he struggled to remain composed.
I held both sides of his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if it's too difficult for you. I understand."
"No, I want to. She would've loved you," his eyes glazed and his body tensed beneath me. "We were out one day, just the two of us, walking down by the lake like any other day. I'd hide and Mom would play around, pretending that she couldn't find me." He shrugged, blinking back the tears.
"Then from out of the forest, came a group of hunters and this kid. A little girl, a couple of years younger than me. I can still remember how terrified she looked when she saw me. Mom was in plain sight. I was crouched down, hiding behind a rock." He licked his lips to moisten them.
I moved off his lap and sat alongside him, resting my back against the tree trunk.
"I'll never forget the look on Mom's face when they shot her. It stayed like that, in the same expression, even when she'd been dead a while. The girl, she saw me, but she didn't say anything. One of the hunters hit her straight across the face with the back of his hand and she still didn't say anything. Even when he took off his belt and hit her across her back, she still didn't give me away. I looked her dead in the eye, each time the buckle came crashing down across her back, yet she...." Sam squeezed his eyes shut as he paused, finding the story way too painful to relay. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her." Sam cleared his vision with his forefinger and thumb, then sniffed.
"Oh my God, Sam, that's horrible." My throat swelled, making my voice sound broken. A flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. The rain formed a thick blanket all the way from the sky to the ground.
"The hunters were after shifter blood. They killed my mom just to make a quick buck." The pain was written all over Sam's face.
I couldn't believe there were people out there who could be so cruel. It sickened me.
"I wish I could thank whoever saved you," I said, meaning it. "That was a brave thing she did."
"It was," Sam mumbled in agreement. "I want to start our life on a happy note. No more tears tonight, alright?" His expression brightened as he attempted to lighten the mood.
"Deal, and thank you so much for sharing that with me, Sam. I know that we haven't known each other long, but I want you to know that I love you." I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. "It's weird that I can feel it so strongly."
"Yeah, that'll be the mate bond," Sam chuckled. "I love you, too." He rested the side of his head against mine, reaching out to lace our fingers together.
We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the soothing sound of the rain. There was something cleansing about the rain. It washes away all the dirt, making everywhere and everything all seem clean again. Even the air smelled fresher.
I was shivering violently now. My bare arms glistened in the faint light. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as a shiver ran through me.
"Come here," Sam said, pulling me close. He hugged me tightly. "God, I'm freezing," I whispered through chattering teeth.
Sam leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was light at first. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me more romantically, my tongue pushing into his mouth, slowly.
He didn't resist. I pushed my hand up his shirt, tracing his defined, muscular chest with my fingers.
"I love your body," I groaned as I explored every dip and groove.
I lifted Sam's t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Sam peeled my soaked vest top up and over my bra-less breasts, stopping to suck on each one of my already pebbled nipples, causing my clit to pulse between my legs.
"And I love yours," he replied as he greedily devoured my breasts.
I helped take it off and tossed it onto the ground and then shucked my jeans. Sam did the same and I noticed he hadn't been wearing any boxers underneath. These were Luke's clothes he borrowed...no wonder.
He pulled me close, my large breasts pressing into him. "My body is taking heat from yours," I mumbled against his, hotter than what should be normal, torso.
Sam's husky voice vibrated straight through me, "Your body is about to take a lot from me."
"Is that so, big boy," I replied.
The glint of a challenge sparkled dangerously in his eyes.
It was partially true when they say men thought with their dicks because right now, all of Sam's blood had rushed straight down to his. He pulled me closer, sandwiching his length tighter between our bodies.
I whispered, "I can feel it, you know."
Sam chuckled. "What's that, Helen?"
"I can feel your...thing," I mumbled, not wanting to say the word.
I could feel my cheeks start to glow as I blushed, shy. He would know that I was talking about his cock.
"My what?" He teased, trying to coax me to say it.
"Shut up, Sam," I giggled, embarrassed.
"You know what I can feel?" He whispered, pushing his hand down to my glans. "I can feel your pussy, Helen. I can feel your moist flesh, tight and ready to be fucked."
He sucked on the soft skin of my neck, right over the place where he'd marked me, then ran his tongue along my collarbone.
"Tell me," he said, biting my ear, flicking his tongue into its creases. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you, Sam." I gave a throaty moan as his fingers brushed between my folds. He massaged my clit gently, his fingers pressing into the moist flesh of my sex.
The rain was pouring down hard. The clouds thundering like a lion's roar.
"Helen," he said, pushing me back on my knees, looking into my lustful blue eyes. "You wanna do this out here? Right where we're gonna build our lives. Let's start it right now, right here."
I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked it softly. The other palm I pressed against the ground to brace myself. His face filled with desire, his eyes hooded. He gave a low growl of approval as I moved his foreskin back and forth, running my thumb over the swollen head. There was a flash of light in the sky, then moments later came a loud crack of thunder.
I bent lower, his cock still in my hand and took him inside my mouth, teasing the tip, sucking and sweeping my tongue across it, tasting the salty pre-cum that had started to bead at the end. I stroked the shaft with my hand as I sucked, humming so that it heightened his sexual pleasure.
Sam's pleasured growls reverberated through his chest as I bobbed my head, squeezing his now tight sac, softly. He tapped my head, signaling for me to stop.
As I pulled away, he leaned forward and kissed me, his hands held me by my shoulders and then rolled me onto my back. He climbed over me and buried his face in my well-endowed breasts.
He kneaded each breast with his hands, sucking on a nipple, then the other, switching now and again, giving equal attention to both. He trailed his tongue along my body, causing me to let out a small laugh.
"It tickles, "I giggled.
He licked me down to my sparsely haired pussy, moistening my already wet labia with his tensed, skilled muscle. My body ached with delight as he pushed his tongue into my throbbing center, spearing his competent tool around my painfully swollen clit.
My juices were already beginning to gush through my channel. He licked me from bottom to top with a raw guttural groan, swirling a figure of eight before fluttering his tongue mercilessly over my pleasure button. I tipped my head back with a rough loud cry.
"Oh, God Sam!" I screamed, not giving a shit who, if anyone, could hear.
He pushed a finger inside me, then another and another, my breathing was getting heavier, sending tremors through my entire body. My eyelids fluttered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, legs trembling violently, causing me to clench around his fingers with an ear-splitting scream.
"I need you inside me, now," I begged.
"You want me inside you, huh?" he teased, hovering over me, pushing my legs apart so that he could rub the head of his cock along my slit. He towered above me, gazing down at me with his now, onyx-black eyes, clouded with lust, his cock poised ready at my entrance.
I arched my back, desperate for it, needing to feel the closeness of us joining together. He pushed inside me, slowly, so that just the head nudged inside. He pinned both of my wrists back, above my head using one hand. He then covered his mouth over mine, devouring me with a ferocious kiss and I could taste myself on his lips. I tried to lift my pelvis to slide more of his length inside me, but the more I tried, the more he pulled back, teasing me.
"Give it to me," I demanded, after pulling his bottom lip with my teeth and letting it go.
"You want me to fuck you hard? Because that's what you'll get if you play like that." His warning was music to my ears. That's just what I wanted from him. I didn't want nice, just hard and fast.
He didn't move until I stopped squirming beneath him. My pussy clenched so tight that the head of his cock was squished tightly into it. I could tell it was almost uncomfortable for him. My insides were stretched, pushing to return to their normal position, putting pressure on his cock from all sides.
He moved slightly and a gentle moan left my lips. I was ready. I didn't want slow. I wanted him to ravish me here on the ground and in the pouring down rain. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him close, bringing my mouth to his.
He started moving slowly, focusing on my pleasure. The more I responded with moans, the faster he fucked. All the while his mouth was on mine, kissing me firmly, passionately, the intensity of his mouth reflecting the speed of his thrusts. I could feel my channel flooding with juices, slickening his cock and easing his passage.
Then he picked me up, his cock still deep inside me and pushed me against the tree. We didn't talk. His eyes were closed. He started fucking me harder and faster, and I suppressed my moans at first, only able to give harsh gasps.
My breathing got heavier and my moans became more vocal. My nails started digging into his back, scoring a trail that led to his ass.
"I'm close," he groaned.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come inside you," Sam grunted as he slammed his hips into me wide and wild.
"Harder," I mumbled in a quivering voice, my body tense, ready for release. He pulled me down on the grass and started fucking me the way I wanted him to. He pulled all the way out, leaving me empty for a second, then pushed in with a swift thrust.
He was enjoying this, I could tell from his face and his moans. In and out, faster and faster. The rain washed over us as our wet, naked bodies came close to relief. Our hair soaked and stuck to our faces as we fucked like wild animals on the ground.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him as I reached my orgasm, deluging my warm juice onto his cock. I moaned loudly as I came and he panted heavily, climaxing, shooting his load inside me in three huge spurts.
He collapsed on top of me and crashed his lips against mine. "That was..." I struggled to find words.
"Amazing," he answered for the both of us.
He turned around and brought me on top of him, my cheek pressed against his heart. We laid there until it got too cold and wet. When we got up, we looked a mess. Our bodies were covered with dirt and we had grass in our hair.
When I stood, I struggled to walk and it must have looked hilarious for a second. I couldn't walk straight at all. Sam caught me and I held onto his huge bicep as I regained the feeling in my legs. He chuckled with amusement and picked up our clothes, walking back to me with a lopsided grin.
We started heading back to the car, naked. There seemed to be no point in putting on the wet clothes now, we'd get dry clothes from our bags.
"Won't someone see us?" I asked, nervously as we reached the road. I'd slapped my hands over my lady parts and breasts like a human bikini.
"Who cares? It's dark out, who's gonna see?" Sam shrugged as he walked without a care, in full swing so to speak.
He had a point. "True. Anyway, I doubt we'll find a hotel room, this late." It was almost pitch black dark, and we didn't get here until after eight in the evening.
Sam searched the pockets of his jeans that he was carrying, pulling out his car keys and pressing the central locking button in order to open the trunk.
"Here, I think of everything," he bragged as he pulled out some snacks and a couple of beers. He then tossed a couple of soft blankets at me.
I was still sore from sleeping rough in a tent for the past two nights. I placed a hand on my hip while holding the bunched up blankets under my other arm.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, dreading his answer.
Sam grinned. "Car camping. Evans style."