We Love as One – Chapter 18B

Rated: Mild NC-17

Dedicated to Kate and her love for smut! This is for you. ^.~

He stood in front of in her lab; hands limp by his side as he took in her look of mixed emotions, surprise, relief, happiness…

“I could not wait any longer, Samantha. Forgive me for my impatience,” Lantash murmured apologetically.

Samantha shook her head wordlessly and walked to stand a few feet in front of him. Her eyes bore into his, understanding the helplessness and love in his eyes. She broke off the eye contact, feeling overwhelmed. “I missed you so. It’s not the same without you,” she whispered. Samantha flicked her eyes back to Lantash’s grey ones.

There was such longing in her eyes that Lantash gave in to his impulses, took one stride, and closed his arms around her; she fitted him perfectly, just as he imagined she would. He buried his face in her neck.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Even though I meant what I said to you earlier, my heart refuses to let you go. I love you Lantash, and that is something I cannot control.” Samantha slowly slid her hands in Lantash’s silky black hair.

Lantash clutched the woman that was his life, his salvation, closer, bringing his face to look at her, to soak in her perfect features, even though her face had been imprinted in his mind since the day they met. His eyes fixated on her lips and his voice quivered, “You are the woman of my dreams and so much more.” Leaning forward, he kissed her with a passion.

He groaned as she nibbled softly on his lower lip and his hands slipped to tug her shirt out of her pants, sliding them underneath to feel her soft skin. With impatient yearning to be joined with this woman in the most intimate of ways, Lantash wasted no time in pulling Samantha’s shirt off.

“Lantash…we can’t. Not here…” Samantha gasped out as she felt Lantash’s fingers rove over the clasp of her bra for a second before deftly undoing it. Pulling it off and tossing it to join her shirt, Lantash cupped her breasts, eliciting a moan from Samantha.

“Yes love, here, now. I must,” he grounded out roughly. He undid his vest and nearly ripped off his shirt, the need to feel her pressed against him was overpowering. As soon as his chest was bared, Samantha’s hands went to work, gliding over his chest and tracing every contour and he groaned with pleasure at the caress of her fingers.

Lantash sought out Samantha’s lips once more, trying to convey all the love and desire he felt for her with his lips. He slowly walked her backwards towards her couch and gently sat her down onto it, kneeling in front of her. He pulled away from her with an apologetic glance. “I am sorry, my heart, I had always imagined this moment to be taking place somewhere a bit more comfortable, but I cannot wait any longer. I must be inside you.” The last part came out husky and Samantha’s eyes widened and her cheeks warmed.

Lantash kept his gaze on Samantha’s face as his hands went to work on her military-issue boots. As he finished sliding off her socks, her breathing became heavy and her hands clenched the fabric of her couch.

Raising himself on his knees, his hands glided up her legs to toy with her belt. “Sweet Samantha, may I bond with you? Feel your bare flesh against my own? Give me permission and allow me to touch you everywhere? Kiss you anywhere? Will you let me love you? I need you so, heart of my hearts,” he murmured urgently, pleading.

Samantha nodded, transfixed and hypnotized by his eyes, slaked over with desire and lust, his voice, deep and husky. She watched as Lantash got up and discarded the rest of his clothing and the heat within her rose to a fever pitch. Lantash smiled tenderly and bade her to lie down so that he could slide off the rest of her clothes. The look of hunger tripled in his eyes as he took her in.

“You are so beautiful, absolute perfection,” Lantash muttered hoarsely as he gently settled on top of her, eyes squeezing shut as his skin came in contact with hers.

Samantha gasped and she clutched his biceps. “Lantash…I want…need you.” Her hands wandered to massage his back and she brought her leg to wrap around his, craving more of his touch.

Lowering his lips to her hot flesh, Lantash kissed his way up Samantha’s breast to take her nipple in his mouth and he was rewarded by her hiss of pleasure. He continued taking inventory of her body until Samantha tugged at his hair gently. He glanced up and saw her glazed eyes. “Lantash, please no more teasing,” she begged.

Lantash obliged her and rose above her. “I have waited for so long, love, so long for this perfect moment.” He entered her swiftly and both cried out in happiness and blinding pleasure. Lantash steadily began to thrust into her, his pace speeding up while he grunted and gasped in her ear, “I…love…you. I need you. I am complete with you, my other half, my love, my mate.”

“Lantash, I love you!” Samantha shouted as her eyes closed, assaulted by wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.

They made love with such passion and energy that when it was finally over, Lantash collapsed onto Samantha, his hands still gripping her tightly. Samantha ran her hands through Lantash’s black sweat-soaked hair and down his damp back.

Lantash raised his head from the scented pillow of her breasts and his eyes flared. “I love you too, Samantha.”