𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

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warning— romantic smut hehe

This was always the best part of the day. The winding down. Moving slowly, languidly around the living room and kitchen, picking up the last remains of the day's living. He sat on the couch watching as you circled the large dining room table, returning each of the place mats to its appointed spot on the table. Sam, being tall, would have stood in one place and been able to reach all four places without moving. But you, being shorter, had to walk around. He watched your every step, admiring your body. You had a casual grace about you that he could watch for hours. Your eyes met his as you reached the far side of the table. You smiled affectionately at each other, and the familiarity of it warmed his heart.

You moved to the kitchen to finish up the dishes and to do what remained. As the water stopped running, he lazily stretched his arms over his head, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen. You met at the doorway.

"You're a little late. Everything's done already," you said, smiling up at him.

"Oh, man," he replied in mock chagrin. It wasn't the first time he had been just a bit too late to help out with the household chores.

"Please let me make it up to you," he implored teasingly, reaching out and taking you in his arms. The look in his eyes had informed you of what he had in mind to make it up. He enveloped you completely and squeezed you tight to his body as you lay your head against his chest and circled your arms around his back. The heat of your bodies flowed between each other. You held each other in that way for a few moments, gently rocking back and forth, lit only by the night-light left on over the oven.

You disengaged herself and walked towards the bedroom. He followed closely behind. You stopped at the foot of the bed, and he playfully bumped into you. You giggled and reached a hand behind you and placed it on his thigh. He circled one hand around your waist to pull you back to him. The other hand went to stroke your throat, then up to your cheek. He placed his index finger to your lips and you kissed it. You leaned your head back against his chest. "Oh" you said, in a rush of breath. He lowered his lips to your ear.

"I love you" Sam whispered, then breathed heavily into your ear. You moaned again.

The kitchen play had become a pleasant habit, but now the true nightly ritual was about to begin. For some secret reason to which he had never been made privy, you kept several non-essential pillows on the bed that nightly had to be removed. Each of them took one of the pillows, ranging in size from small throw pillows to the large goose-down pillows for sleeping, and tossed them to the floor. You two laughed about your 'ritual', but it had developed into an unusual but loving form of foreplay between them. With this, the true anticipation of what was to come began. Soon you would be lying together, touching each other's bodies, and sharing long, passionate kisses.

He moved back towards the end of the bed, pealing his shirt off over his head as he went. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear as he sat down on the bed. He finished removing his pants, and then his socks. You approached him then in your T-shirt and shorts. He moved his legs apart and you stepped between them, curling your arms around his neck. You engaged in a long kiss, starting tentatively just brushing your lips lightly together, but soon kissing passionately intertwining your tongues.

At long length the kiss ended, and you pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. He lifted your T-shirt up over your body, allowing his fingertips to graze your sides and back as he went up. He lifted it away from your body and tossed it away. He stroked and kneaded your back, then pulled you close to plant butterfly-soft kisses across your stomach. You reached behind to unclasp your bra, and his fingertips traced up your stomach to cup your breasts as the bra fell away. You shared another kiss as you removed your shorts and panties, then you fell into each other's arms. He fell back onto the bed and pulled you over on top of him.

You stayed there, kissing, pressed against each other, for several minutes. You stopped to look at each other and to laugh at your disheveled hair. He then reached forward and tenderly stroked your cheek before bending to kiss and nibble at your throat and neck. You threw your head back in total surrender to the attack. Next he suggested that you get under the blankets, and you moved up and pulled the blankets over them. You moved close and embraced once again, feeling the welcome warmth of your shared body heat. You kissed once again and you laid your head on his chest, curling your fingers against his chest.

"I love you," you whispered. With the arm he held loosely about your shoulder he clutched you tighter, pressed his lips to your ear, and whispered "I know you do."

"Oh," you said, and playfully pinched his stomach and slapped his chest. He pretended to hold you down with his arms until you stopped moving and once again laid your head on his chest. He kissed your head and whispered "I love you, too."

He stroked your cheek with his hand, and pulled you towards him as you tilted her head back. He kissed you tenderly, your lips barely parted and sliding moistly back and forth across each other. He slowly snaked out just the tip of his tongue to dance along your lips and then slipped inside your mouth to intertwine with you. With one hand he continued to stroke your cheek and throat. With the other he lightly stroked the length of your body, starting with your inner thigh and moving in tantalizingly slow rhythms up to your breasts.

He gently squeezed your nipple between his fingers while massaging your breast. As his excitement grew, his kisses became more fervent and passionate. Moans escaped both your throats. Then, breaking the kiss, he planted light kisses down your neck and across your chest. He brought the captured nipple to his lips and kissed and licked at it. Then he pulled back to let the cool air play over the moisture his treatment had left behind, knowing it would give you goose bumps. You moaned and arched your back towards him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him back to your breast to continue sucking. Meanwhile, he gently tweaked the other nipple.

He then began kissing his way back to her lips, retracing the route he had just taken. When he was once again kissing you lips, he moved on top of you and pressed his body weight against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and waist, and your legs opened to allow him in. He paused for just a moment as you arched your back in anticipation and looked into his eyes, then slid into you slowly until the full length of him was inside you. He lay still as you rolled your hips under him, getting used to the feel of him. Then he began to slowly slide the whole length of himself in and out of her body. You lay there, eyes closed, lips just parted, as your hand clutched harder at the back of his neck.

The foreplay had excited both of you a great deal, and so you were both close to orgasm after only a few strokes in and out. When he couldn't hold out any longer, he shuddered and spasmed inside of you. You clutched at his shoulder and ass as your orgasm shook your body.

You lay in each other's arms for a long time, you idly stroking his stomach and he stroking your arm and side. You reveled in the joy and love of being there together and warm in each other's arms under the blankets. There was a time when you had believed you would never be this close again. At length, as your breathing became more regular and you moved closer to sleep, you instinctively turned on your side, facing away from him. He likewise turned on his side and moved closer to you. He glued his body to your from behind, curling around your form so that he covered the full length of your body. His warm hand came to rest on your stomach.

"Mmm, spoons" you murmured distantly.

"Spoons," he whispered, with a light kiss on your neck for punctuation, as you both drifted off to sleep.