Blackmailed Merger (29 page)

“You have not changed” he had whispered, Sam shivering gently wanting him back in her arms.  Raising her arms, she had let them fall over her head, her body flexing her brea
sts tightening.  He had given
another small groan his maleness so hard and ready for her before falling beside her.  His kiss had been full of heat, Sam letting his tongue slide along hers feeling as his hands had moved surely along her body
goose bumps
rising
wherever he touched, before they had moved between her legs once more,
making her whimper
as his fingers had entered her, teasing her as they had rubbed the small bead within.  He could feel as she had writhed uncontrollably under him
raising
his head, a small smile on his handsome face
.

“I miss the smell of you Sam” he had whispered as she had shuddered, before gasping louder as he had slid down her body
.

“I also miss the taste of you” his hands
pulling
her legs apart as his mouth had kissed along her flat belly moving down her thigh as she had sucked in air to stop
from
crying out.  As his mouth had finally found the moist centre of her she had given in and cried out
panting
, his tongue flicking within her more than she could stand, her fingers gripping the sheets as she had bucked under him
.

“No...
No
” she had cried, even while her hands had moved to his head her fingers racking through his thick dark locks.  She had heard as he had given a small laugh, one finger now joining his tongue as Sam had started to see stars, the sensations so strong
.

“Do you want me to stop
Sam?
”

He had crooned so gently, as she had bitten her lip, his tongue flicking further within her as she had again
screamed
out gasping for air
.

“Shall I stop............tell me Sam”
.

Sam out of her mind now
crying
out
.

“No........Dante please no........
don’t
stop”
.

Hearing the small triumphant laugh against her, as he had slid back up, his mouth again taking hers
.

She had tasted the sweetness of her own body on his mouth, his tongue spreading her own juices around her lips as she had licked them feeling as he had positioned himself over her, her legs opening for him as with one surge he had thrust deeply within her small body.

Dante had shuddered, feeling as her body had stretched to accommodate him, felt the tightness as she had held him securely, the desire so strong to release deeply within her at that moment.   Pausing, his mouth had moved to suckle on
e
engorged nipple, as she had grabbed his head, her body moving against him her hips moving harder to him his whole length deep within her.  Finally he began th
rusting slowly within her body
as she had wriggled under him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her mouth whispering over and over, begging him to love her, not to stop, the sound of her voice so needy driving him even further as his strokes had become faster
and
harder, feeling as her muscles had contracted against him.

Samantha was completely out of her mind, totally unable to stop the way her body yearned for more, begged for more, the sensations flooding her before she had felt as she had exploded, the sensations shooting from her belly through every part of her as she had climaxed so violently, her head spinning as she had gripped him crying and panting loudly as her muscles had clenched and contracted around him.  Dante had growled
at
the way she clenched him, his movements becoming frantic as with one final thrust he had spilled deeply within her, his cries joining hers, his whole body twitching violently as his orgasm had matched the intensity of hers, before finally collapsing heavily over her, the two of them panting and gasping to fill their lungs with much needed oxygen, their bodies slick with sweat and water from the shower. 

Finally he had been able to move from her, his strong arms pulling her with him, holding her securely within his arms both silent as their hearts had taken time to slow down, the breeze from the large window blowing over their bodies cooling their skin.  It had been Dante who had eventually kissed her head, his voice soft
.

“Now you
really are my wife Samantha Dura
nt”
.

Sam
had felt
the tears start to rise in her eyes
,
the emotions ripping through her, something so deep within tearing from her heart.  Hearing the small sob escape her, he had moved to pull her harder against him
.

“Please don’t cry
Cara
” he had whispered, strange
emotions
swamping him, as he had cradled her in his arms
.

“We will be good together” Sam looking into his face, her eyes even larger as tears had magnified the greenness, her lips trembling.  With a groan he had cupped her face, his mouth once more finding hers, his k
iss so gentle against her mouth.  T
he fires
had once more risen
within them both, as slowly much slower they had once more made love, both exploring the other, their touches re-familiarising themselves with the other.

Waking, Sam had moaned softly, her hand brushing the other side of the
bed, frowning finding it empty as
her eyes
had flown
open.  With a sigh she had looked at the time, cursing softly.  She never slept in this late, wondering why Dante had not woken her, while at the same time feeling tiredness tugging at her once more.  Pushing the
sheets
away she
had sat up, instantly regretting it as a wave of nausea had swept over her
, Sam only just making it into the bathroom on time
. 

Shakily returning to the bed, she had sat down, her mind in turmoil.  In the past
four
weeks since their return from
their
honeymoon, she and Dante had slipped into a routine. 
An almost unspoken
truce
had descended on the two, as they had slipped into a version of their previous life. 

Both would get up early together and Sam usually the first home would cook
dinner as she always had
.  However,  whereas these times together where usually full of such laughter and hope for the future, Dante had felt the way she had held back from him, the always present spectre of knowledge that their marriage was transient and would end soon holding something back within her, and he had missed that.  They had
made
love often,
this being
the one time that they had not been able to ho
ld back anything from the other.  T
heir lovemaking so intense
, so full of the honest desire and need they had for the other, neither questioning the intensity
.

With a frown Sam had reached into the bedside cabinet beside her, pulling from it the small tester, her teeth savaging her lips, as she had felt the panic deep within.  Swallowing hard and returning once more to the bathroom, she had told herself over and over that it was too soon, much
too
soon.

Later that afternoon, she had sat before the doctor, seeing as he had smiled warmly at her.

“Congratulations
Mrs Dura
nt” his booming voice had cried
, as despite herself, she had smiled back looking down at her small stomach, tears filling her eyes. 
She had been surprised at the flood of love that had heralded the news, knowing that she already loved this child, her and Dante’s child, s
urprising herself with the intensity of her emotional
response
, not prepared to acknowledge the
part of her suddenly so sad as her mind had moved to think of Dante. 

Returning home that evening, he had been surprised to not see her in the kitchen as she usually was.  With a frown he had moved to their room looking for her
, feeling
concerned as she had not responded to his calls.  Opening the bedroom door he had felt a surge of relief seeing her.  S
he had sat on the side of the bed, her hands gently moving over her stomach.  A gentle smile had filled her features, her skin almost glowing with happiness
.  Hearing the door open, she had looked up to see Dante smiling over at her
.

“Good day?” he had questioned, his eyes taking in how happy she looked
.

“You look like you had a good day” grinning as he had moved towards her
.

Standing quickly Sam had moved out of his reach, Dante frowning softly, his eyes questioning
.

“What’s
wrong?
”

She had moved to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the soft mattress
.

“Sit down please” she had said gently, Dante feeling the prickling of unease as he had moved to do as she had asked, confused with her attitude
while
her eyes seemed to shine with such happiness
.

“Dante.........I’m pregnant” she had finally said, her mouth breaking out into that wonderful smile that had his heart flip flopping
.

He had stared at her, completely speechless, his eyes moving to her stomach, his hands moving to gently touch it
.

“
You’re
...........pregnant” he had repeated in dumbfound shock, feeling s
uch strong emotions filling him, f
eeling such happiness.

“
H...
how long
?
” had been all he could get
out;
as she had chuckled softly at the trouble he was having to process it
.

“About
five
weeks” she had replied
.

“Looks like we have a honeymoon baby” smiling at the stunned expression on his face
.

“Oh my God Sam” his voice almost a whisper, as he had looked at her, his face alight with joy
.

“We...........we’re going to be parents?” he had questioned in disbelief.