“Sam, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done,” he said. “Why is this so difficult?” he wondered.
“Lewis, I couldn’t have done anythin’ less,” she said wondering where he was going with this.
“I want to explain something to you,” he said. “I feel very awkward.”
“Well then, just spit it out,” Sam said.
“I have so enjoyed our time together and getting to know you and now your family,” he started.
“Lewis, they’re your family,” she said.
“In many ways, they are more your family than mine. I just happen to be related,” he said. “But back to the point. I have been trying to decide what I’m going to do after this. I have business in Canada, and…” was as far as he got.
“Well, ifin’ you have to go home, just go,” she said. “Damn!”
“Sam, wait. I think I’m saying this all wrong,” Lewis said as he realized that Sam was getting upset.
“Spit it out then,” she said. She really was confused as to where he was going with all of this after the day seemed to have gone so well.
“I… um… I wanted to meet the family and see how they were before I said anything,” he started.
“Before you said what?” Sam said getting more aggravated by the second.
“I wanted to see if they’d be alright with me before I… I said I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Lewis said softly.
Sam sat there with her mouth hanging open. “You… you needed their approval? You love me?” she asked almost not daring to believe what he was saying.
“Not their approval, but I didn’t want to complicate things by walking in a total stranger and telling them that I wanted you to be a part of my life,” Lewis said as he stood up. “Am I… have I totally misread your feelings for me?”
Sam walked over to Lewis and took his hands in hers. “No Lewis, you didn’t misread me at all. I’m just so use to being independent that I was scared to death to think that you might be interested in this crusty old broad,” she said.
Lewis pulled her into his arms and held her close while they kissed. He held her close for a few minutes and then looked down at her face. Sam looked up and relaxed.
“Sam, would it be presumptuous for me to ask if it was alright for me to spend the night?” Lewis asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said with a smile. She let go of him and turned down the bed. She crawled under the covers and patted the bed next to her.
Lewis undressed down to his underwear and then crawled into bed. Sam was giggling.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Well, your underwear look like Speedos and I can’t believe I’m in bed with the possibility of having sex with someone after all this time,” she said.
“First off, they aren’t Speedos. European underwear aren’t the same as those horrid things American men wear. Second, it has probably been as long for me as it has for you. Probably longer. As you know, I never married. Relationships, but no marriage,” he said.
“Okay. Shall we see if the plummin’ still works?” she teased as she turned off the lights.
“Yes,” he said and pulled her close. He could feel his cock harden as he felt her breasts touch his chest.
“Well, that still works,” teased Sam. She trailed her hand down his hip and brought it to rest on his cock.
“Oh,” Lewis gasped. “Calm!” he thought trying not to explode just from a touch.
“Liked that eh?” she said softly as he brought a hand to her breast. It was her turn to gasp.
“Yes. I think we have too many clothes on,” he said as he slipped out of his underwear.
Sam pulled her nightie off and snuggled next to Lewis. “You smell like a mix of chocolate and cinnamon,” she said as she put her face on his chest. “Funny ’cause you can’t eat the damn stuff.”
“Yes,” he said. A lot of us smell like that. Pheromones or some such.” Lewis slid his hand between Sam’s legs. She was damp, and he stroked her slowly trying to keep his own emotions under control.
“Oh,” squeaked Sam. “I’d forgotten how good this could feel,” she thought. Her hand went back to touch his cock which was hard and bobbing against her leg. The tip of his cock was damp and he moaned as she gently caressed him.
Lewis slowly fingered her and when she was wet enough, he moved between her thighs. Hesitantly, he slid into her. It felt so good that he almost forgot to breathe.
“Lewis,” Sam gasped as he slowly moved in and out. She shivered as sensations long denied flooded her. She grasped his sides.
Lewis knew he wouldn’t last long, but held off as long as he could. Finally he couldn’t cope any longer and increased the rhythm of his strokes. A moment later, he came hard, gasping and moaning. Then he realized that Sam too was moaning.
Sam felt him come and then amazingly, she started to orgasm as well. Every muscle in her body froze with pleasure. As she felt she was melting into the bed, Lewis shuddered and then withdrew. He pulled her close and put his hand between her legs once more.
“Lewis?” she asked wondering what he was going to do.
“I… I didn’t last very long, but I want to see your face as you orgasm once more,” he said. He wiggled his fingers against her clit and watched as she arched in pleasure and came. Then he cuddled her to his chest and they went to sleep.
Deep down inside of Lewis where wolf and man melded, two voices echoed the same thought. “Yes…”
*
George knocked on Lewis’ door to say goodbye. No answer. “I guess he must be in the shower,” he told Angie.
“Okay, we’ll come back after saying goodbye to Sam,” she said and they headed down the hall. Angie knocked on the door to Sam’s room. “Sam? You up? We’re leaving,” she said. A muffled noise came from the room and then the door opened.
“Oh! Angie. I didn’t realize it was so late. I… um… overslept,” Sam said.