Chance Encounter

After dinner, they sat on the floor and talked for awhile. Brian would be going into the studio to record their next album very soon. He was really excited, because all of the songs on this cd would be written by the guys themselves. No outside writers at all. Then they would go on tour. Then they were taking a year off.

"So, when do I get to meet Adam?" Brian asked quietly.

"I don't know. I guess I could set up a playdate," she said, giggling. "He'd like you, I'm sure. I just don't like bringing guys into his life until I'm sure they'll be around for awhile, you know? It confuses him."

"I understand. I don't want to confuse the little guy. But I'm not going anywhere, Sam," he said, smiling. He leaned back on his arms and watched her for a moment.

"You're not going anywhere, huh?" she repeated.

"No. I'm not. You're stuck with me."

She stood up and walked over to the window. Atlanta was lit up like a Christmas tree. She watched the cars on the highway. There must be a Braves game tonight. Traffic was bad. Brian stood behind her and put his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. She put her arms around his arms and held his hands. It felt good to be held. She had been very stressed lately. Brian's lips found her neck, and he kissed it lightly. She felt a tingle, and she shied away, giggling.

"Shhh," he whispered, and kissed her neck again. "You know, this is legal now."

"It wasn't illegal before. Immoral, but not illegal," she said, giggling again. Brian turned her around backed her against the window sill. He put his hands on the glass and leaned in, kissing her hotly. She grasped the window sill for support, as her knees went weak. His kiss tasted of curry and wine and... him. She opened her eyes a little. She just had to see him. As if he could read her mind, his eyes opened too. She laughed into his mouth, and he pulled away.

"Stop laughing," he said, trying hard not to laugh himself.

"I can't," she said, covering her mouth with her hand. He removed her hand and fastened his lips to hers again. She stopped laughing, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. His arms were still over her shoulders, his hands against the glass. Her hands trailed down his chest, feeling the firm muscles. She went further, down to his hard stomach. She could feel the ripple of his six-pack muscles. She idly wondered how many sit ups it would take to get a stomach like that. Without thinking, she untucked his shirt and ran her hands under his shirt, feeling the heat of his flesh. Brian drew in a deep breath as Samantha's lips moved down his neck to the little indentation above his collarbone. She trailed down his collarbone to his throat, and placed little kisses back up to his lips. Brian's hands found the buttons on the front of her silk shirt, and, with trembling fingers, he began to unbutton them. She looked into his eyes and smiled a little.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked quietly.

"I'm sure," he said, kissing her again. He slid the shirt off her shoulders. He brought his lips down to her chest, placing little kisses down the center. One of his hands went to her back, and expertly unsnapped her bra.

"Talented," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. Without speaking, he slid her bra off and dropped it to the floor with her shirt. His lips fastened to one of her hard nipples, and his tongue teased her unmercifully. She felt her face getting very warm with desire and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She ran her hands back under Brian's shirt and began to pull it over his head. He looked up at her with slightly uncomfortable look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, smiling.

"I... I'm a little self conscious," he said. "The scar and all..."

"Brian," she said, placing her hand on his cheek, "come on. Quit being silly."

He smiled and held up his arms. She slid the shirt over his head and ran her hands down his chest. He pulled her in close, pressing his body against hers. Naked flesh against flesh. The electricity between them could have lit up Las Vegas. Samantha switched places with him, pushing him against the window. The cold glass was a shocking contrast to his warm skin, and he yelped a little. Samantha kissed him. Her hands unbuttoned his pants, and she pushed them down over his hips, along with his boxers. She ran her hands down his stomach and grasped his substantial hard-on. She got a sly smile on her face as she looked right into his eyes. She slowly moved down his body to her knees, then ran her tongue up the shaft of his hardness. He was now the one grasping the window sill for support. His head dropped back and his breathing became labored. She slid her mouth around his cock, taking as much of it in as she could. As she licked and sucked, he had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning. His hands went to the back of her head as he pushed into her mouth just a little further. Keeping a firm grip on him, she began to pump with each thrust of her mouth. Brian closed his eyes and began breathing rapidly.

"Oh.. I'm about to..." he said, trying to push her head back.

"Well do it, silly," she said, smiling. He was shocked. It had been so long since he had been with a girl who would let him do that in her mouth before. She bent her head back to the task at hand, and began to suck and lick even more than before. His breathing became rapid again, and he soon found himself coming in her mouth. He thought his orgasm would never, ever end. His body shivered and his knees were weak. When the throbbing stopped, Samantha stood up and smiled. He had to sit on the window sill, because his knees wouldn't hold him anymore.

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