His back was to the camper door and he faced Rachel, able to watch her occasionally by just lifting his eyes from his book. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was a little after two o’clock. He could read a while before he had to start a campfire to cook dinner. Rachel moved to lie on her back and he smiled at the way her arm covered her forehead. When she sighed, he found himself wishing that he could know what she was dreaming about that was making her so contented. He remembered his own dreams and couldn’t prevent the desire that immediately flooded his body.
Rachel sighed and snuggled into the pillow that smelled of Sam. She gave herself over to the peacefulness of the dream as the familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar surrounded her.
He was holding her and kissing her. She was aware that they both were naked, and she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by it. He was touching her face and gently easing her back onto the softness of his bed.
“I could touch you forever,” he whispered to her, his fingertips tracing her collarbone as he spoke.
Rachel reached up to hold his face in her hands to pull him gently toward her and kissed his mouth slowly. His response was immediate, and she found herself surrounded by his arms and being held tightly against his chest. It felt wonderful and exciting to feel his naked body against hers.
“I’m very lucky that you’re mine, Sam,” she whispered against his mouth.
Sam pulled back and smiled down at her. “Fate was certainly smiling down on us the day you came back to me,” he told her quietly, leaning down to capture her mouth with his once again. Lifting his head, he watched her silently for a moment and was rewarded by her loving smile. He lay down beside her, pulling her closer to him, reveling in the feel of her naked body tucked intimately against his.
“I never thought I’d ever love anyone as much as I love you,” she told him honestly, stroking his arm as he lay beside her, a soft sigh escaping her as he rested his hand upon her breast.
“I could touch you forever, too,” he whispered, the palm of his hand gliding lightly across her left nipple, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. “I love you, Rachel. Please don’t ever leave me.” He raised his body up and covered her chest with his own, closing his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it, then opening them to face her tenderly.
He looked down at her silently, his blue eyes vulnerable. When he leaned down and tasted her lips, Rachel slid her hands over his back and held him to her tightly. Her hands gently caressed the taut muscles of his back then reached down to tenderly cup his buttocks and push his body intimately against hers.
The feel of his hard shaft against the lips of her pussy made her moan in anticipation. She opened her body to him as he settled himself between her legs, a moan of pure pleasure escaping him as she accepted the hardness of his body into the wet, softness of hers.
His mouth captured hers as his cock sank deep inside of her, whispering her name as he settled against her pubic bone. Pulling out slightly, he moved slowly within her. She could see the passion burning brightly in his eyes and felt her own pleasure intensifying with each loving thrust.
Time seemed suspended as they found their rhythm, trading kisses and gentle touches. He nuzzled her neck, sending shivers throughout her body. When his lips claimed hers, she reached up to hold his face gently between her hands. He stopped moving and looked down at her with exquisite tenderness.
“I love you,” she whispered, looking up into the passionate depths of his eyes.
Total happiness and love shone from them as he looked down at her. “I love you, baby,” he whispered before lowering his head to hers, tenderly claiming her lips with his own.
She reached around him to hold him tightly to her. She moaned as she felt him moving deep within her, gasping in excitement as he moved faster. With each thrust, he pushed her further toward the precipice. His lovemaking would soon take her over the abyss and into orgasmic ecstasy.
His moans of pleasure drove her higher. She met each thrust with a tilt of her hips that seated him deeper and drove them both toward completion. When he reached between them and found her swollen clit to rub it with just the right amount of pressure, the excitement coiled tightly within her, exploding with an ultimate release of such intensity that she called out his name passionately.
He smiled down at her, holding his body above hers, watching the pleasure as it spread across her face and shook her body with tremors of rapture. His expression changed to one of intense concentration as he quickened his strokes, bringing her with him to another explosive climax and his own intense release.
Rachel held on to him tightly as his seed exploded from him, the warmth of it filling her and making her sigh with happiness. She could hear him moan in ecstasy against her ear and felt the pulsing of his cock.
His breathing was labored as he sagged against her body, sounds of pleasure escaping him as small waves of residual pleasure surged through his body. He couldn’t help but smile in total satisfaction as he felt her body spasm and tug on his cock as he was nestled deep inside of her.
She kissed his cheek lightly and held him gently, not wanting to move. He kissed her temple, his breathing deep and labored. His body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. As their heartbeats slowed and slowly returning to normal, he leaned back to hold himself up on his forearms as he looked down at her.
“Don’t pull out yet,” she whispered, holding on to his hips as he was about to ease himself from her body.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he told her, smiling.
“Good,” she whispered. “I love how you feel inside of me.”
Sam’s face softened at her honesty. “I love it too, Rachel. There’s no place I’d rather be.” He pushed in deeper, drawing a moan of pleasure from her.
“Sam, I want us to have a baby,” she told him, caressing his face tenderly.
The expression of love that Sam gave her made her heart flutter. When he leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, she could feel his heart pounding.
“I want that too, Rachel,” he finally told her quietly.
He pulled out of her gently, slowly easing himself from the warmth of her body. She moaned with a combination of pleasure and loss as their bodies separated. He lay down beside her, holding her gently against his chest and kissing her face tenderly.
She stroked his arm lightly, smiling as he turned toward her to kiss her lips lightly. His mouth blazed a trail of soft kisses along her neck, making her quiver with pleasure as he continued to her breasts, sucking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. Biting down on it lightly, he smiled against her as he heard her moan of approval. Kissing his way down her body, he settled against her stomach. His hand touched her abdomen gently, caressing her lightly.
“I think our baby is already growing inside of you, Rachel,” he told her softly. “Can you feel her growing?” He kissed her belly then took his place beside her to hold her gently within his arms as he saw that she was starting to cry.
“Why are you crying, baby?” he whispered, kissing a tear from her cheek.
“Because this isn’t real,” she told him, her logical mind intruding on the dream.
“But it could be real,” he told her seriously, taking her hand and placing it on his chest to feel the pounding of his heart. “Let it be real, Rachel.”
His face started to fade before her. She could feel only an emptiness surrounding her where there once had been the warmth of his arms.
“Don’t go, Sam,” she called out to him, reaching out to try to keep him from disappearing.
“You need to want me to be with you, Rachel,” he told her sadly.
“Sam!” she screamed for him, afraid of him leaving her empty and alone.
It was too late. She was surrounded by coldness. Sam was gone.
Sam closed his textbook and looked up at Rachel worriedly. She was moving about restlessly and looked like she was getting upset.
“Sam!” she screamed, bolting upright and breathing heavily.
He climbed up onto the bed and took her into his arms immediately. “I’m here, Rachel,” he told her quickly, rubbing her back as he held her tightly against him. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest.
She held on to him tightly, trying desperately to pull him closer to her body. When she felt his arms around her, she leaned her face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and tried to calm down. This was not a dream. Sam was really here and he was holding her. She pulled back slightly so that she could look up at his face and smiled at the worried look that she saw as he gazed down at her.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, leaning back to sit comfortably beside her. He couldn’t help but worry as she continued with her death grip on his arms.
“It was just a dream,” she explained, nodding.
“About me?”
“Why do you ask?” She looked up at him, a little worried at what she might have said in her sleep.
“You called out my name, so I just assumed that you were dreaming about me,” he said quietly.
Rachel just nodded. She couldn’t tell him what she had dreamed. How do you tell someone that you just had the most erotic dream of your life, and they were the star? The mere thought of it was enough to make her weak with desire, and she couldn’t bear it if he knew the intimate details of her totally uninhibited sexual abandon when it came to him.
Sam smiled down at her, waiting for her to release him. When she did, he made no attempt to move from the bed. He liked where he was.
“Did you get much work done?” he asked, nodding toward her laptop on the table.
“Some,” she said quietly. “But I was tired. I had to lie down and rest for a little while. I guess I must have fallen asleep. I probably should charge the battery on my laptop.”
“I’ll charge it for you. You should rest,” he told her, reaching out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. “You were pretty sick, you know. You really should be taking it easy until you regain your strength. I wasn’t very good about letting you rest last night.”
She smiled at the memory of how they had been together. She wouldn’t mind doing it again. She couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed her lips at the thought.
“What’s that sweet smile for?” he asked.
“What sweet smile?”
“The one you’re wearing that tells me you were thinking about how I didn’t let you rest yesterday,” he told her, leaning against her and kissing her temple lightly. “When you’re feeling stronger, we can take it a step further, honey.”
Rachel blushed as she eased out of Sam’s hold and lay back down on the pillow, turning onto her side toward him and closing her eyes. She was more than willing to take their intimacy a step further. It was something she had wanted for a very long time.
“I went to my tent this morning while Stan and Gwen went for a walk and brought all my food supplies back here so we could use them before they spoil. I also brought my suitcase so I don’t have to hide any more of my underclothes in your coat.”
Sam laughed softly and Rachel opened her eyes to look up at him and smiled. She liked the sound of his laughter.
“Don’t embarrass me,” she warned him, her eyes twinkling with merriment.
“I wasn’t going to say a word,” he told her, raising his hand in a promise. “I guess that means you’re moving in.”
“I don’t want to disillusion Stan and Gwen,” she said honestly. And she didn’t want to be far from Sam, she added silently. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he said quietly, his chest constricting at the thought of spending the next two weeks with her in close proximity.
“This is my bed and that one is yours,” she said, indicating the bed on the opposite side of the camper.
Sam smiled down at her and offered his hand to her. “Okay,” he agreed, disappointment evident in his voice. “It’s a deal.”
Rachel took his hand and smiled. His hand was warm and surrounded hers with gentleness.
“All deals are negotiable,” Sam whispered, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her lips quickly.
Rachel blushed lightly. She remembered her dream vividly and wondered if she really was meant to be a part of Sam’s life. She didn’t dare acknowledge the fact that she was already thinking about renegotiating.
Rachel sat back in her lounge chair, drawing her jacket tightly around her as she stared into the fire. Sam sat near her at the picnic table playing cards with Stan. Gwen leaned toward her as she sat in her own lounge chair next to her and touched her arm gently with her age-lined hand.
“Aren’t they cute?” Gwen whispered loudly, indicating the two men.
Rachel looked up at the two of them and laughed. “I guess so,” she said, shrugging. “If you go for that sort of a guy.”
Sam turned to face her and smiled at the happiness that animated her face. The campfire cast light and shadows across her features, but he could distinctly see the smile in her eyes as she looked up at him.
“Why do we put up with such abuse, Stan?” he asked the older man, indicating the two women who huddled together as if they held the greatest secret in the world.