A Night Under The Moonlight

He moved to her other leg but she was only dimly aware. She let out a blissful sigh and surrendered to the euphoric sensation of having a sinfully handsome man cater to her every pleasure.

Each caress sent warmth all the way to her soul. She opened her eyes and watched in fascination as he rose over her, gently parting her thighs before settling his upper body between them. The moonlight shone over them, making the act look even more beautiful and making her want to stay there forever.

For a brief moment he glanced up and those sizzling blue eyes connected with hers. His mouth crooked up into a half smile and then he lowered his head to her most intimate flesh.

She couldn't call back the moan. She twisted restlessly but he kept her firmly in place with those hands at her hips. He kissed, licked and made love to her with that delectable mouth. He had such a talented tongue and he was driving her crazy.

She reached for his hair, twisting her fingers with almost desperate strength as she arched into him. He delved deeper with his tongue, loving her with long, lazy strokes. Then he moved one hand from her hip and slid his fingers deep into her warmth.

It was more than she could withstand. She bowed beneath him, tightening to the point of near pain and then she reached her peak in a quick, tumultuous burst.

He tenderly kissed the quivering bundle of nerves, eliciting another shudder from her before he moved his mouth up to her belly to lavish gentle attention on it.

His hands molded to the swell and there was such reverence in his touch that she had to swallow back the knot forming in her throat.

'Tell me if I hurt you.'

He shifted upward, positioning himself between her thighs. He held his weight off her with one palm pressed to the quilt while he used his other hand to guide his erection to her opening.

Tentatively he pressed forward, his gaze never leaving her face as he probed deeper. She pulsed around him, still hypersensitive after her orgasm. As he pushed even deeper, she closed her eyes and dug her fingers into his muscled shoulders.

'Too much?' he asked.

She opened her eyes to see him eyeing her with concern.

'Oh, no,' she whispered. 'Not enough.'

His pupils dilated. His jaw tightened and bulged and he drew in a deep breath as if he were trying valiantly to maintain control.

She lifted her hands to frame his face, caressing his jaw as she stared up at him.

'Make love to me, Fred. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me.'

He closed his eyes and emitted a harsh groan. Then he turned his face into her hand and kissed her palm. Carefully he lowered himself until her belly pressed into his. He rested his forearms on either side of her shoulders and then pushed deeper.

His mouth found hers. Hungry. Hot. Demanding even as he was exceedingly gentle.

He found a slow, sensual rhythm, rocking against her as he filled her again and again. He was patient, working her up that slow rise all over again.

It was less urgent this time. Mellow. A lazy climb upward as pleasure filled her. She felt weightless, surrounded by him. She felt ... loved. His mouth skimmed down her jaw to her neck where his teeth grazed the sensitive skin underneath her ear. Then he raised his body just enough to send himself even deeper inside her.

She gasped, and then clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. She arched upward, wanting, needing more.

'That's it, baby,' he murmured. 'I love how you respond. Always with me one hundred percent.'

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so they were close. So close that his warmth bled into her body and she had no sense of where he began and she ended.

He shuddered against her. Let out a hoarse cry. She moaned softly and then whispered his name as the world crashed around her. Arching. Sighing. Undulating.

Their bodies moved in quiet unison until they were wrapped tighter than braided rope.

She melted back onto the soft coverlet, so sated that she couldn't even contemplate moving. For a moment he rested above her, his weight only barely pressed to hers, and then he rolled to the side, taking her with him.

He pulled her in close, anchoring her head in the hollow of his neck. His heart tripped frantically against her cheek and she inhaled deeply, wanting to capture his essence and imprint it in her memory. He didn't speak but neither did she.

***

'Let's go inside, Sam baby,' said Fred softly as he carefully pulled her into a sitting position before lifting her into his arms.

'I can walk, mister,' she said as she looped her arms around him, loving the feel of her breasts brushing against his hard chest.

'I know, you can walk, sweetie,' murmured Fred as he turned towards their bedroom. 'But I love to carry you around. Makes me feel good.'

'Hmm ... hmm,' sighed Sam as he entered the bedroom and walked over towards the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress. He hung over her, his eyes fierce and hungry. Her breath caught when he came down over her, hard and unrelenting. His mouth claimed hers once more and it was several long seconds before she could breathe again.

Carefully his palms slid over her slim form to the gentle swell of her belly. He cupped it, and then to her shock, he lowered his head and kissed the firm bump.

'I am sorry,' he whispered. 'I am sorry I didn't take care of your Mommy.'

Emotion knotted his throat, making the words almost indistinguishable, but the harsh apology hit her right in the heart. Nobody who heard it could possibly think he didn't regret his actions with all his heart. He was essentially stripped and bare, standing before her starkly vulnerable.

She gently wrapped her arms around him to pull him close. 'It's all right, Fred. You are not the one ...'

'I should have never done anything in the first place which might have indicated that I found you unappealing,' he said as he looked into her eyes. 'I am not being good ...'

She pulled him higher to fuse his mouth with hers. Their tongues flirted and played and then he plunged deeper, overwhelming her with his essence. His body moved possessively over hers, though he was careful not to put his weight on her abdomen.

'You are the best any girl can get, Fred. No husband is as considerate and as loving as you are.' And she knew this really well, because her friends always talked about how much Fred loved her and wished for a husband like hers.

'As you say, Samantha,' murmured Fred and kissed her neck, in turns gentle and then rougher until she was sure she did wear marks the next day. He licked and nibbled at her skin, sucking lightly as he made his way lower.

When he got to her breasts, he hovered just over one of the tips and then tilted his head up so he could meet her gaze.

'Are they more sensitive now?' he asked huskily.

He ran his thumb over one crest as he awaited her response. A shudder worked over her body.

'Yes, definitely.'

'Then I shall be extra careful.'

With infinite tenderness, he slowly ran his tongue over one rigid peak before sucking it into his mouth. She came off the bed, arching helplessly into him as wave upon wave rolled over her.

It had been a long time since he had touched them. She wanted him desperately. The past weeks had been a form of torture. He had been so attentive and caring, yet ...

With a blissful sigh, she surrendered to those skilled lips of his.

But then he moved down, cupping her belly between his large hands and he proceeded to kiss every inch of the taut flesh until tears burned her eyelids.

He moved lower still, spreading her thighs as he settled down on the bed. His mouth found her heat and she nearly came apart on the spot.

He cupped her buttocks, holding her in place for his seeking tongue. He took long, sensuous swipes, the roughness of his tongue a contrast to his gentle sucking.

Her fingers dug into his hair, and she became more restless, nearly wild as she moved in rhythm with his intimate caresses.

'Fred, please,' she begged. 'I need you.'

His feet were off the bed, and he stood, his hands curled around her legs. He pulled her forward so that her behind rested on the edge of the mattress.

'Wrap your legs around me,' he said roughly.

As soon as she did, he slid into her.

The shock of his hardness made her gasp. Skin on skin.

His groan was a harsh exhalation in the silence.

His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer to him. Then he released her and smoothed his hands over her belly, his fingers suddenly a lot gentler than they had been just moments before.

'Don't let me hurt you.'

She reached for him, pulling him down so their bodies met and his heat enveloped her. 'I know you won't hurt me, Fred,' she whispered. 'Love me.'

He claimed her mouth. His movements were urgent, a layer of desperation buried deep. His hands were everywhere, caressing, stroking, touching, as if he couldn't get enough of what he wanted. As if he wanted her closer still.

She wrapped her body around him, holding him as he drove deeper inside her. Release wasn't as important as the intimacy of the moment.

This wasn't ... sex. It was so much more.

She kissed the side of his neck and inhaled his scent and molded her body more fiercely to his.

Pleasure was warm and sweet as it slid through her veins. Her release was a slow rise, no sharp edges or tumultuous explosions. Higher and higher she crept until every muscle in her body tensed in expectation.

'Fred!'

It was a cry of need. It was a plea for help.

She felt him in every part of her body. Hard, so very powerful. His muscles bunched and he tensed above her. He whispered her name and she felt him let go.

For a long moment he held himself just above her before finally lowering his body to hers.

He was like a warm blanket, the very best kind. He pressed his forehead to hers, kissing her with light smooching sounds as their lips met again and again.

'Sam,' he whispered.

It conveyed a wealth of things, that single word.

She threw her arm and a leg over him, unable to resist the urge to keep him close for as long as she could.

'I love you,' she whispered as she placed a soft; barely there kiss on his lips.

'I know and I love you too,' he said and then ran his fingers over her bump and whispered, 'I love you too, little one. We both do.'

Just then Sam felt a small fleeting movement where Fred's hand was placed. 'The baby just kicked, Fred,' she exclaimed as she held onto his hand. 'Can you feel?'

'Just a faint kick,' he said amazed at the feeling of experiencing something so incredible. 'She kicked again, didn't she?' he asked as he felt the slight move beneath his palm.

Sam nodded her head and curled further into Fred, resting her head on his shoulder. 'You think it's a girl?' she asked as he entwined her fingers into his.

'I want a girl, honey. A cute little daughter ... as beautiful and lovely as you are. A tiny little bundle of joy, which can light up my world, just like her mother does.'

'I want a son, baby,' she sighed dreamily. 'Someone as handsome as his father, who will make the girls go crazy over him.'

'Do you want to know?' asked Fred as he rose on his elbows and turned towards her. 'Shall we go to the doctor tomorrow?'

'No, unless you want ...'

'I don't want to, Samantha. And if it's a girl, we could always go for a boy the next time. And if it's a boy ...'

'... We can go for a girl?' asked Sam as she ran her finger over his soft lips. 'You are bent on spoiling me, mister. I am too pampered.'

'You deserve it, Sam,' he said as he pulled her hand into his and kissed her knuckles. 'And just in case, if you were thinking that I won't drive you crazy the next time you get pregnant ...,' he lowered his face, his lips hovering over hers. '... Then let me tell you, Mrs. Turner,' he murmured against her lips, 'you are sadly mistaken.'

'But Fred ...'

'Shh ... don't argue with your husband,' said Fred as a warning, slightly raising his voice but his eyes indicated that he was teasing her. 'I know how much you loved to be pampered and looked after, doll. Don't think I am a dumb guy. You love it when I get all possessive and caring.'

'I agree,' sighed Sam, cuddling him as she tried to stifle back a yawn. 'I love you,' she mumbled again as she laid her arm possessively around his waist.

'Go to sleep, baby,' he whispered as he stroked her back and positioned her -- her head on his shoulder and one of his leg tucked between hers.

She snuggled deeper into his embrace and allowed the veil of sleep to overcome her.

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