Arresting Love (A Sequel to 'A Bite of Candy Apple' ; Sam's Forbidden Love)

Chapter Ten: It Is Just Sex

Chapter Ten: It Is Just Sex

Jack followed her up the stairs, watching as her perfect ass swayed to and fro. He felt like a letch, but he could not seem to take his eyes off the girl; he had only last year tried to get rid of. In a matter of moments, his life had changed completely, as did hers.

They entered the bathroom, and Sam began to disrobe; her eyes were full of passion, packed of promise. Jack kicked his shoes off, and removed his clothing in record time.

Scene of a sexual nature!!!

Sam felt her blood heat as he stripped his briefs down his powerful thighs. He was heavily made, and she could feel her womb contract in readiness. She was a fallen woman, a wanton ready for incredible sex.

She turned from his form and started the shower. She felt him approach and hug her naked body from behind. His shaft was against that of her backside; she felt an incredible urge to bend over and let him take her from behind.

“Mm, you feel good,” Jack stated.

“Do I? You feel rough and warm,” Sam returned.

The water began to form steam in the air, and Sam was reluctantly let go by her lover.

“I hate to spoil the moment, Sam. But are you alright? I know your visit with your father did not go well today, and with the funeral arrangements to be made, I was just wondering if you are okay,” he finished awkwardly.

Sam walked into the stall and moved her head for him to follow. He did and Sam sighed, “I am as alright as I can be, Jack. I appreciate your help as far as my mother is concerned. I just feel as if my father is telling me the truth and there is still a murderer out there.”

With that thought hanging in the air Jack cleared his throat, “I will do whatever I can to help you, Sam. I have promised you that. It may take time, but we will find out the truth.”

Sam felt briny tears form behind her eyes; she quickly blinked them away before Jack could see them. Her relationship with Jack is supposed to be an unemotional affair. She needed to remember that fact.

“Thank you, Jack.” And with that she leaned into him and began kissing him with hot passion. Jack moaned low in his throat at the feel of her tongue driving into his mouth.

He thought he saw tears in her eyes right before she thanked him, but he was at the moment too distracted by her lust to ask questions. He gave into the moment and drew her currently wet slippery body into his. He felt heat build between her legs as he messaged her center. She bucked her hips in rhythm with his finger. She wanted to come; she worked for it; she felt the tremor begin in her belly, and soon she was releasing her sweet womanly juices onto his fingers.

She rode the waves until the end of her orgasm. Jack removed his hand from her and flipped her around, so she was facing the tile wall. He bent her over for easier access; he needed to be inside of her yesterday. As he plunged into her tight receptive body, she screamed. It was warm and wonderful and Jack had felt nothing like it. The coupling was different than any other time.

“Did I hurt you?” He had stopped his advancement to make sure she was not in pain.

“Oh, God, no, just…move!” She cried out as she reached behind her for his hips.

“Oh, yeah.” He gasped as he pumped in and out of her. He watched as her wet glistening globes accepted his full penetration. He gloried as she arched and gasped with each stroke. An unfamiliar feeling began to crawl through his chest. It was more than simple warmth; he was unsure of the emotion, but he knew he did not like it.