We Love as One - Smut Scene

Rated: NC-17! Be warned! Hard-core smut!!!

Martouf groaned as he felt Sam’s hand wander to press against his hard-on through his jeans and in a swift movement, he carried her towards the next room and set her down to lie on the dining room table. Grinning mischievously, he took off his shirt and pulled Sam by the knees closer to him. Hurriedly unbuttoning her black pants, he all but ripped them off, throwing them over his shoulder.

“Martouf...shouldn’t we...?” Sam trailed off as her head thumped back onto the table as Martouf dove to bury his face against her black-lace covered mound. He inhaled her sweet smell and tenderly kissed her through her panties, using his nose to push her red shirt up and swirling his tongue in her belly button. His hand came up to rub her core vigorously and he could feel her wetness seep through the lacy fabric.

“Martouf...” Sam murmured and Martouf roughly pressed his hand against her one more time before reaching up and tearing the panties off of her, tossing it behind him. He encircled both her ankles, swooping them gently over her calves, her knees, and gliding down her velvety thighs to part her legs, his fingers biting lightly into her skin as he gripped her.

The gleam of desire flared up in Martouf’s eyes as he slowly made his way to bury his face in her curls. Wasting no time, his tongue came out to flick against her outer lips, he was rewarded with Sam gasping, and her hands found their way to tangle in his hair, holding his head in place. His tongue had found her clit and he gently began rubbing it, up and down. He could taste her body. It had a tantalizing aroma and taste. And he wanted more. Martouf took one of his hands to part her outer lips and his tongue dipped in to further taste.

The hand that was gripping Martouf’s hair convulsed while Sam’s other hand blindly groped for something to hold and possibly help stifle her screams of pleasure coursing through her body.

 Martouf didn't know how much he could hold off as he was assaulted with the sounds of his love’s moans and loud cries, his tongue lapping up the juices flowing from within her, and the feel of beaded sweat forming on her inner thighs. She was perfect. Sam made a loud keening cry, signaling she’d reached her climax as Martouf’s tongue delved and pushed into her while his hands massaged her. He rode it out as he felt his manhood grow into solid rock, threatening to burst out of his jeans at any moment.

Lifting his head, his eyes, filled with lust and desire, met Sam’s equally fiery gaze and she reached out for him. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, grinning evilly as he set her down on the soft carpet and turned her to face the full-length mirror in their room. Standing behind her, Martouf’s eyes flashed and Lantash came to the fore, the evil grin still present on his face.

Their eyes met in the mirror and without breaking their gaze, Lantash slowly lifted up Sam’s shirt, pulling it over her head. “Keep looking in the mirror, love. Watch what I do to you.” He whispered huskily in her ear and Sam trembled, her eyes wanting to close as Lantash unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor, his hands brutally cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples around with his fingers and molding the soft globes of flesh in his hands. He bent his head to nibble at the skin behind her ear as he walked them backwards until he was standing against the wall with her pressed against him, still in full view of the mirror.

Sam watched with hitched breath and glazed over eyes as Lantash’s hands glided down her belly and his fingers came to tangle in her glistening curls. He then began to repeat Martouf’s earlier actions of rubbing his fingers against her core before slipping a finger into her. He could feel how wet and warm she was in there.  He began exploring her inside. Sam’s felt herself growing wet and she could no longer watch what Lantash was doing in the mirror as her head fell onto his shoulder.

Lantash smirked as he heard Sam’s ragged breathing and he rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her reaction to his roving finger inside her. Her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open in a silent gasp, Lantash steadily pushed another finger into her, moving them around inside her, feeling her, and pumping them in and out of her slick wet vagina. With a tempting release threatening him, Lantash continued to watch as Sam’s hands dove into action with a mind of their own. One of her hands went up to cup her breast, playing with her nipples as her head rolled from one to the next on his shoulder and she placed her other hand on his as his fingers continued their frenzied actions. Her hand began rubbing against his, mimicking his actions inside her and Lantash let loose a groan at the sight of her doing such things.

Lantash’s other hand joined Sam’s in playing with her breasts and he watched with desire as he slid his thumb onto her clit and started to lightly circle it. She cried out sharply. He pressed harder on her clit at the same time as he roughly pumped his fingers back into her hot channel. Lantash panted heavily as he pinched the nub between his thumb and index finger, rolling it while he pumped three fingers into her sex. His cock pushing, straining against his jeans, making its presence known as Sam began to mindlessly grind her ass against his erection and Lantash lost control.

“Samantha...I need you...,” he said raggedly. He took his fingers out of her, still slick with her moisture, and he watched through hazy eyes as his love’s hands immediately went to unbutton his jeans, dragging them down his muscular legs, taking his boxers with it; instantly Lantash’s erect penis made itself known.

Lantash’s head thudded against the wall as he felt Sam’s hand encircle his manhood, softly feeling it. She laid lingering kisses on his mouth and neck before getting to work on reliving Lantash of some of his pent-up desire.

Sam began kissing his chest, then his abdomen, finally his lower belly.  Each movement driving him mad with pleasure.  Martouf, now in control, groaned and gasped as she suddenly took his penis into her mouth and began sucking on him rhythmically.  Even without looking in the mirror or glancing up at her love’s face, she could see how much this was affecting him.  Martouf’s body tensed up and his hands that gripped her hair convulsed as he tried not to tremble too violently or force her head closer to him.   

Martouf repeatedly groaned her name as his glazed over grey eyes opened and he became more turned on at the sight of his love, on her knees, naked, head bobbing as her soft silky hands gently massaged his muscular thighs. “S-S-Samanth...Samantha-a,” Martouf stuttered weakly as his eyes shut as another wave of pleasure washed over him.

He felt her lips curl up into a smile and she continued sucking him.  Her tongue danced along his hard shaft and tip and Martouf almost crushed her head to him as she began to hum slightly, the vibrations from her throat and lips causing him to cry out as he let his orgasm wash over him. Pure bliss.  

Samantha’s tongue was nothing short of miraculous as she released him, but then started to lick the tip of his manhood, alternating between licking his head and blowing tendrils of cold air onto his rock-hard penis. Her hand fondled with his scrotum, rolling and massaging it.

Martouf couldn’t hold off any longer and with a growl, he yanked her up roughly by her arms and smashed his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth. He slid his hands down to roughly grip her ass, kneading the soft round flesh with his hands. Without breaking the kiss, Martouf picked Samantha up and laid her gently down on the soft plush rug on their bedroom floor.

“Martouf...bed...” Sam gasped out as he moved his teeth to nip at the side of her neck.

“Fuck the bed.” He got out hoarsely as his hands continued their exploration of Sam’s ass while his mouth moved to capture one of her nipples, sucking on it forcefully. Martouf had observed that at heated moments when making love, his love would say words that he later learned were swear words. He’d made use of them as time went on and Sam had loved him more for it. It showed how little in control he was.

Martouf moved his ministrations to Sam’s other nipple, giving it the same attention as he did the other. Martouf couldn’t hold off any longer and he made his way to loom over her, positioning himself at her entrance.

Sam gripped his sculpted forearms as he pushed into her.  He did so ever so slightly, that it was unbelievable. His tip penetrated her and began rocking into her, each push bringing more of him in. Martouf lowered himself onto her, careful not to put all of his weight on her, and together they moaned as his movements brought their bodies in closer contact. Finally, in what seemed an eternity, he was all the way in.  She felt a massive wave of pleasure and her insides pulsate with heady desire and lust. 

Martouf continued with slow, deliberate, controlled thrusts into Sam and she burrowed her head in the base of his shoulder as his movements became more erratic, dragging her teeth across her lower lip in pleasure. “God Martouf...”

He then pulled out in one fluid motion and then entered her again. Martouf sped up his pace. She raised her hips and began matching his rhythm. Soon, they began to move frantically up and down each other on the soft carpet of their bedroom floor.

Sam’s moans were becoming increasingly louder as was Martouf’s. She was close to another orgasm, she chanted his name over and over, interspersed with swear words as well as words of endearment. The sound of his name in her lips made Martouf’s heart leap.  He leaned forward and kissed her softly on her sweat-soaked hair.

Sam nipped at his neck and shoulder, trying to encourage him further and she gasped sharply against his neck as he slipped a hand between them, teasing her clitoris with his thumb.

"Martouf! Oh fuck..." she cried out against his neck, a small tremor coursing through her body.

"Come for me love," he panted into her ear, swirling his thumb over her clit again, thrusting deeply into her.

Crying out loudly, harder tremors coursed through her. He again stroked into her, teasing her hard nub. Sam threw her head back with a scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Harsh tremors racked her body, her leg tightened around his hips, pulling him as deeply as possible. Martouf rode out her orgasm, panting heavily against her ear. He then slowly started moving within her again. His own body demanding its release, he pounded into her. Pulling nearly completely out, he thrust deeply back into her, hard deep strokes. Grunting against her ear, he felt her tense around him, signaling her orgasm building in her again. This time, their release was simultaneous and they both cried out loudly as surges of blissful pleasure crashed onto them for what seemed like eternity.

Martouf weakly collapsed on Sam momentarily before settling down beside her, pulling Sam into his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead, moving to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

Minutes later, they broke the kiss for air and Sam lifted a trembling hand to caress Martouf’s cheek. “I love you so much, Martouf, Lantash. Never leave me.” She whispered, closing her eyes and snuggling against his shoulder. She smiled as she felt the twinges and overall soreness of her body, but it was worth it.

Martouf gathered Sam tighter in his arms and after a moment’s rest, he stood up, bringing Sam with him and despite his sore muscles, he deposited her into their bed, joining her under the covers. He kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered back, “We’ll stay with you forever, love. I love you.”

Sam smiled and murmured, curling up against him, falling asleep. Martouf looked tenderly at Sam before he too, joined her in sleep.

Lantash stayed awake awhile longer and thought about his present circumstances. Who would’ve thought that he and Martouf would find the one woman meant for them? But find her they did and Lantash was so thankful to Samantha that it was impossible to show her the depths of his love and devotion to her. He could only hope to convey how much he and Martouf loved her within this lifetime, how much they adored and cherished her.

Lantash took control as his host slept and laid a gentle hand over Samantha’s tousled blonde hair, softly caressing it as he moved to brush his lips against her perfect skin. Wrapping one muscular arm around her stomach, Lantash tenderly gathered her close against him, spooning himself around her body, protecting and shielding her from harm and heartache. Lantash nuzzled his nose on the soft skin of the back of Samantha’s neck before breathing in her scent, a smell that told Lantash that he had finally come home and into the waiting warm arms of the woman that held his heart in her hands. He couldn’t have been happier or more content than in that single moment.

“I love you, Samantha,” Lantash whispered lovingly before closing his eyes and falling asleep to dream of the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that had captured him from the moment he saw them.

The End.