That night Sam and Lacey went up to their room, weary from the emotional pull of the day. At least a lot of questions were answered and Sam knew he had found his true beginnings.
"So now what do you think of your sister?" Lacey asked as she threw on her t-shirt and joined him in the bed.
His arm came around her shoulders automatically, his fingers moving softly over her arm. She couldn't think when he touched her. Already she felt a fire flaming to life.
"I think she's pretty swell actually. I never expected her to be so friendly and cordial. Or him either. I like Chayton too. And Rosie…dear Rosie, how sweet of her to tell me so much about my folks. I'm so glad I came. However, there is something I want to check into." Sam said, his hand moved to cup her breast through her t-shirt, circling the nipple with his thumb, absently. She squirmed restlessly. Didn't he realize what he did to her, how his touch ignited her?
"What?" Lacey asked wondering when he would be satisfied and if he would make love to her tonight. She wanted him to, needed him to, even though her heart broke every time she thought about going home.
"It was something Rosie said about my grandparents." Sam tried to lean back and relax, but feeling the hard nub of her nipple made him slip his hand under her t-shit. She sighed happily. "I think I know what is behind it all now, but I want to be sure."
"Behind what?" Lacey looked into his face and moved a little closer so he could have all the room h needed to pet and cuddle with her.
"Lacey, I got the impression that my grandparents might have done anything to break my parents up. If that's true, then the crime we were speaking of lies with them." Sam said as he bent to nibble against her belly. She laughed.
"So, what exactly are you going to do?" Lacey asked wishing he would relax, and quit worrying about it right now.
"Noting right away, I'm going to enjoy my sister and brother-in-law for a few days and then…I'll have to go back to work. But I aim to check it out."
"Honey, have you thought about just letting it all lie….It's been years. You can't help your mother, and you can't do anything to your grandparents, they are dead." She insisted, as his hands searched her out more thoroughly...
"You don't think I should pursue it?" He glanced at her.
"I don't know what good comes from stirring up something that happened so long ago? Your father is dead your mother is dead. It won't bring them back…"
"I guess I need closure of some sort…." His tongue went inside her belly button and he blew hard making a loud sound.
She giggled. "Stop that…"
He moved down her leg to her feet and cradled a foot in his hand. Lacey almost laughed again, but when his mouth came around her toe, she jumped with reaction. "Isn't it enough that you have a nice family to cling to?" She wiggled her toe and he grabbed another.
"It is nice…and they answered so many questions. However, it's like some mystery that goes unsolved. Solving it, puts closure to it all." Now he was paying attention to her feet and massaging them, then sucking on a toe. She moved restlessly on the bed. Never had she had a man suck her toe, and never in all her life would she have dreamed that it felt so erotically good.
"Maybe your right, but I can't concentrate on it, while you touch me like that…I want you," she pleaded.
He smiled and turned all his attention on her.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm sure glad they gave us this room, otherwise I might have to stroll through the house to find you."
Reminded of the end of their vacation Lacey realized that although they had made love, the end was in sight and she was gong to have to gear up for that. She might never know what he was going to do now and sadness griped her.
When he turned to her and kissed her, she tried to harden herself to him, so he couldn't keep taking the advantage, but he'd been through so much today…he needed her. Because she loved him she let herself be swept away again.
But this new manipulation stimulated her differently. She hadn't expected it.
"Have I ever told you, how bad I have a foot fetish?" he asked huskily as he eyed her then took her toe into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it, pulling gently with his teeth, then sucking. He was so slow and thorough it turned Lacey's insides to jelly.
Lacey couldn't stop the laugh, but what he was doing was terribly erotic and he knew it, judging by his expression.
Slowly he kissed her foot, all over, sending little signals to her libido that melted her heart. "No one's ever—.done that," she threw back her head and tingled as his tongue ran slowly up and down the pad of her foot. Sensations washed through her.
Her breathing grew labored, especially as he began to work his way upward over the calf of her leg, behind her knee, and up her thigh.
Then he put his hot tongue over her briefs and gave her a wet kiss. She sighed down into the bed, like a piece of slowly melting chocolate. He breathed against her there and she reached for his shoulders.
"Clothes are nice, but we don't need them," he whispered, as his fingers reached to pull her panties down. Another erotic move, she watched him in some sexual fascination, as he inched them slowly down her leg, kissing as he went. Then they flew to the floor, and he kissed his way back up.
She'd never known such pleasures as he evoked, with his slow meaningful gestures. Once he came up on her thigh, he rolled her over.
"What, what are you doing?" she asked, shocked, and excited all in one. She wanted; no needed him inside her, but this was different. His lips moved the t-shirt away so he could look at her round hips. His hands slid beneath her so he could heat her there too, as he lifted her to his face and began kissing her there. His thumb absently stroked her hard nub as his lips delved against the crevice of her backside, kissing, and licking, pushing her into his face, and smothering her with hot, wet kisses. His tongue darted out to delve deeper, she felt herself grow hot thinking about what he was doing, and enjoying the sensations he evoked with his lips and tongue. She quivered against him. "There isn't an inch of you I don't want." He sighed against her.
She sighed, "There isn't an inch you can't have…"
In one flip, he turned her back over and dipped his head into her love nest. His lips working magic against her as every lap of his tongue sent a streak of fire through her. She felt herself grow hot, wanton, and needy. She felt her breast pucker. She let the sensations wash over her, like a tide picking her up and tossing her into heaven. She moaned the pleasure he gave her.
Without stopping though, she began to climb the mountain of ecstasy herself. Her hips rose to meet his tongue eagerly, hungrily, as she touched the heavens of his lovemaking.
For long lingering minutes she clutched him, needing to be closer, needing to move against that wet, hot tongue more and more. She panted, humped, and groaned from the sheer pleasure he created in her. Then she pulled him up and kissed him, tasting once more the love that came between them.
"It's my turn," she whispered as she slowly came down from the clouds.
He smiled, and lay flat on the bed, "Okay, woman, you can have me…."
She turned upside down, so that her hips were in his face and took him in her mouth, moving ultra slow over the tip of him, then down and up until he began to move against her.
The bed rocked, and suddenly, he pulled her hips to his mouth and kissed her while she kissed him. She moaned against him as he kissed her. She pulled her t-shirt off and turned around, her face flushed and hot.
"I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me." she said softly.
"My God, you are more than I can handle. Just looking at you, come here, sweetheart." He murmured.
The kiss was long, hot, and full of promises. Without another word he entered her and his hands played against her breasts like a child playing with a toy, feeling them, tasting them, and looking at them. His eyes burned into her as she began to move exotically against him. He watched as she pulled her hair up and gently let it down, her breast prominently postured upward. His hands kneaded her hips.
When she arched her back, he took her all the way, pushing himself into her so deep she groaned with pleasure.
"Oh Sam," she collapsed upon his chest and as his hands gently kneaded her breast, his lips found hers and they kissed until they reached the utopia that only lovers find.
Her lips were raw, from his kisses. Her body was wet with sweat, but they lay solidly together all through the night. Every now and then, one of them would wake up and they began loving on the other until they were both awake and ready.
By morning they were exhausted and filled with each other.
Happiness spread through Lacey like a rainbow reaching for the pot of gold. Her love for this man knew no bounds. Their love making so complete that nothing could mar the euphoria they shared now.
His touch was soft and tender, his kisses hot, and it was impossible to turn away from him. She wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to feel him inside her once more. She wished she could deny him, but it wasn't in her. Sam had literally swept her away and she knew it.
Her heart was going to break into a million pieces when they said goodbye, she knew that, but for now, when he needed her so, she was going to be there for him.
She'd never forget these moments or this vacation.
"Thank you for coming with me…here." He said in a strained voice. "I'm not sure I would have ever done it, without you."
"Sure you would, your curiosity would have gotten the best of you, sooner or later." She smiled against him. "I'm so glad we came. Now you have a real family and you will soon figure out where you belong."
"I've never known a woman so giving as you," he whispered as he took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath and heart. "You've never asked for anything. You give me your all."
He relaxed and as his fingers dipped into her gently, he held her, kissed her, and spoke soft love words to her as morning peaked over the horizon.