Only Love

Chapter 11

When Horatio stepped into the suite a few minutes later the first thing he
noticed was the bathroom door wide open. The steam rolling gently out the open
door let him know that Samantha had recently finished her shower. The door to
Samantha’s room was closed and a soft light shone underneath its frame.

Horatio sighed softly. Speaking out loud to the empty room he asked “What do
people wear to the Theatre now a days?” Shrugging to himself, Horatio stepped
into the bathroom for his own shower.

Unable to break old habits, Horatio settled on his black suit and blue shirt,
deciding to forgo a tie. Leaving the top button undone, Horatio strolled from
his bedroom to the suite’s living room.

Samantha had her back to him as she stood in the kitchen area in front of the
open refrigerator. Horatio cocked his head appreciatively as he allowed himself
to take in the site of her. Her red hair was pulled partially back from her
face, soft tendrils escaping the half ponytail. The remainder of her thick mane
spilled softly down her back. She wore a simple form fitting black dress that
Horatio thought clung to her curves in all the right places. The dress fell
to just above her knees and the square neckline showed off a delicious amount
of her soft neck and shoulders without being distasteful. Horatio wondered if
he would be disappointed if the front weren’t cut a bit lower.

Sensing his presence behind her, Samantha turned around with a Diet Pepsi in
hand. She smiled. “Hey, how were the seminars this afternoon? I can’t believe
I missed the one on winter crime scenes… I was really looking forward to that
one.”

“You didn’t miss much.”

Samantha raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re not just saying that to make me
feel better?”

Horatio shrugged. “I might be.” He smiled softly. “You look very nice.”

Samantha smiled. “Thank you. You look nice too.” Silence stretched between
them for a moment. Samantha set her soda down on the counter. “Uhh… is it time
to meet Grissom and Sara?”

Horatio checked his watch. “We have about ten minutes.”

Samantha nodded, eyeing a rather interesting spot on the floor. “Ok.”

It was obvious to Horatio that Samantha was uncomfortable with something. Thinking
she’d prefer some time alone, Horatio bowed his head slightly and moved towards
the door. “Why don’t I head down to the lobby and call us a Taxi?” He placed
his hand on the door handle.

“Don’t go.” Samantha said softly, her voice stopping Horatio from turning the
knob.

Horatio let his hand fall from the door turning towards Samantha who stood
near him in the kitchen. “Samantha?”

“Will you kiss me again?” She asked softly.

Horatio froze, his heart skipping a beat. Swallowing hard, his eyes met Samantha’s.
“I can’t.” He responded quietly.

“Why not?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I---.” Horatio’s voice died out, unable to voice the thoughts running through
his mind. Why not? He thought. Any one of 1000 reasons. I’m too old
for you. I’m your boss. You deserve better.

“It’s ok. I—I understand…” Samantha interrupted softly, lowering her eyes again
to the floor.

“No you don’t.” He said softly. Horatio watched Samantha’s eyes move hesitantly
back up to meet his. Even while he was convincing himself not to, Horatio found
himself moving closer to Samantha. Looking down at her upturned face, he didn’t
stop until she could feel his breath on her face. He swallowed. “I won’t be
able to stop.”

Samantha’s breath caught in her throat. “Then don’t.” She closed her eyes just
before his lips met hers with a sigh.

The kiss intensified almost the moment it began. Samantha wrapped her arms
around Horatio’s neck while he pulled her closer, grasping her firmly by the
hips. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, Horatio backed Samantha into the
kitchen counter. Feeling her body come into contact with the kitchen counter,
Samantha gasped softly into Horatio’s mouth when he grabbed her legs and lifted
her, planting her securely onto the countertop. Spreading her legs around him,
Horatio pressed himself closer as he continued his assault on her mouth.

Unwilling to release her lips while her tongue danced with his, Horatio blindly
reached down and ran his hands up her long white legs, not stopping his hands
perusal until he had slipped them under her dress and up to her firm thighs.
A jolt of excitement shot through him when his fingers brushed the lace of her
panties.

Samantha reached around Horatio’s body and her hands quickly found their way
to his backside. She squeezed and Horatio chuckled into her mouth, breaking
the kiss to look at her amusingly. She looked at him through hooded eyes and
smirked softly. “What? You have the most attractive backside I have ever...
felt.” She emphasized the last word with another squeeze. Samantha threw back
her head and gasped as Horatio gave her ass a pinch.

He smirked at her. “I disagree.”

Burying her hands in his hair, Samantha growled and brought Horatio’s lips
back down to hers. He flinched and let out a soft moan when Samantha’s hands
attacked his belt. Pulling it from the loops and dropping it to the floor, she
began to attack the fastenings of his pants with equal enthusiasm. Horatio placed
his hands over hers and broke the kiss, his breathing coming out in harsh gasps
as he fought to hold onto his last ounce of control.

“Samantha…” He rasped, his eyes flickering rapidly back and forth across her
face. “We have to stop this.”

“No.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips, moving down his face and running
her tongue along his jaw line.

Horatio moaned and turned his head allowing Samantha better access. “Samantha…”
He pleaded. He shuddered when Samantha whispered in his ear.

“I want you Horatio.”

Groaning, Horatio gave in to his treacherous body. Reaching under Samantha’s
dress, he ripped Samantha’s black lace panties forcefully down her body, tossing
them aside without a second thought. Samantha cried out, her lust-darkened eyes
meeting Horatio’s. For a moment Horatio paused and wondered if he’d frightened
her. Those thoughts flew from his mind when Samantha ripped open his pants with
equal enthusiasm and shoved them down along with his boxers. Allowing the pants
to fall around his ankles, Horatio bunched Samantha’s dress around her waist.
Moving between Samantha’s open legs, he buried himself inside her with one strong
thrust.

Samantha’s head fell back as she cried out her pleasure, moaning Horatio’s
name loud enough for it to echo in the spacious suite. Horatio bit his lip to
keep from crying out his own pleasure at the feeling of Samantha’s heat wrapped
tightly around him. She was so wet. Wet for him. That thought alone almost
sent him over the edge.

Gripping her firmly by the hips, Horatio pulled out and thrust hard, grunting
as he buried himself inside her again and again. Samantha’s head fell forward
and she locked eyes with Horatio while he thrust inside her wildly. Unable to
resist the site of Samantha with her mouth parted as she moaned softly each
time he thrust, Horatio captured her lower lip between his teeth. He bit down
hard enough to draw blood and Samantha gasped at the pain-induced pleasure.
Pulling back, Horatio noticed the drop of blood forming on Samantha’s lower
lip. His tongue snaked out and cleaned the drop from her lip. Samantha groaned
and thrust her tongue inside Horatio’s mouth, tasting the slightly metallic
tinge of her own blood inside.

Samantha felt her body quickly falling over the edge as Horatio gripped her
hips tighter and thrust so fiercely she knew she would be bruised in the morning.
If anything, the thought of Horatio’s bruises marking her skin turned Samantha
on even more. She was his. She knew it surer than she knew anything in her life.
Crying out suddenly, Samantha’s body exploded into hot white light as her orgasm
ripped through her.

Horatio felt Samantha’s orgasm tighten around him, gripping him tightly inside
her as he continued to thrust. With one last thrust, Horatio cried out and spilled
himself deep inside Samantha’s womb, her orgasm milking him of every last drop
as he shuddered and thrust into her one last time. Unable to hold himself up
any longer, Horatio collapsed on top of Samantha. Their harsh breathing was
the only sound that filled the room as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal.

Samantha held onto Horatio and gently stroked his hair as their bodies rode
out the aftermath of their pleasure. Neither one knew how long they stayed that
way, but Horatio eventually lifted his head to meet Samantha’s eyes. She smiled
at him. Horatio knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that smile was the most beautiful
thing he had ever seen. Smiling back, Horatio kissed her softly.