Sam and I professed our love for each other a few days ago, and I had slipped off Ben's ring that night. We haven't gone further than kissing and heavy petting because I want to make our first time making love memorable, so I invited him over for dinner and bought a slinky silver dress just for the occasion. A whole chicken filled with stuffing was placed into the oven an hour ago. Mashed potatoes are kept warm in my crockpot, and the corn is kept on the stovetop.

The doorbell rings as I finish strapping on my silver heels. I take one last look in the mirror before answering the door.

"Hey," I greet Sam.

His jaw drops. The dress affected Sam exactly how I wanted it to. His eyes roam my entire body. "Wow! Mal, you look incredible."

I slowly turn around so that he can see how the back goes all the way down to just above my ass. The satin material hugs all of my curves perfectly.

His eyes go wide. "Holy shit."

"You like?" I smirk.

"I fucking love it."

I give him a quick kiss on the lips. When I go to pull away, Sam wraps his arm tightly around my waist. He rubs his hands up and down my bare back.

"Not so fast." He leans his head down, taking possession of my lips.

I gently bite his lower lip, and he growls deeply. He masterly takes control of me with his powerful tongue-twisting and turning with mine like a beautiful dance between lovers. I lean my body into him as our kiss deepens, but we're interrupted by the beeping of my timer, letting us know that the chicken is ready to come out of the oven.

"Grrr..." he growls in my ear.

"Down, boy. Dinner first, then dessert."

I wink at him over my shoulder as I sashay into the kitchen with Sam following me like a love-sick puppy.

"Dinner was out of this world. She's beautiful, and she can cook. I hit the jackpot with you, Mal." Sam uses his napkin to wipe off his mouth.

I smile at his sweet words.

"Now, I heard that there was dessert." He wiggles his eyebrows.

I giggle at his antics. "How about we let dinner settle a little bit."

He groans. "You're killing me right now."

I pat his arm. "I think that you'll survive."

"Are you sure about that?" He pouts.

"I'm a nurse. If you keel over from impatience, I promise to use my lifesaving skills to keep you alive."

"Is it bad that I'm now contemplating faking my death so that I can get first-hand knowledge of your lifesaving skills?" He grins.

"Yes, yes, that's bad. Come on, let's have a glass of wine before I serve dessert," I say as I pour two glasses.

I give Sam a glass and then reach my hand out to him. He takes my hand and lets me lead him to the sofa. He sits, and I turn on some soft music before sitting close, snuggling up to him. He places his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer, and my head lays against his shoulder, only lifting it to sip my wine.

"This is nice." Sam kisses the top of my head.

"The calm before the storm," I say quietly.

"What?" Sam asks.

I look up into Sam's dark eyes, "Oh, it's about to get real stormy in here. You won't even know what hit you."

Sam adjusts himself. "Oh?"

I lay my head back down on his shoulder. "Mmmhmm."

"Will I get a warning?" His deep voice is thick with desire.

I shrug. "I don't know; it will depend on the storm. Will it build gradually or hit you when you least expect it?"

Sam is swirling his finger on my bare arm, giving me goosebumps. His simple touch feels like the electricity of lightning striking me every single time.

"Mmmmm, Sam?" I moan.

"Yeah?"

"Brace yourself."

He whispers in my ear, "Is the storm brewing, Baby?"

I shiver. "You have no idea what your touch does to me."

"Show me," he breathes.

Taking his empty glass from him, I stand and place mine on the table. Sam's eyes gliding over my body make me feel so desirable. I hold out my hand, and he takes it as we stroll to my bedroom. I guide him over to my bed, then face him while gently pushing him back, and he falls onto my bed.

"Are you sure that you are ready for this?" I tease.

His eyes pierce mine. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life."

I slide off one shoulder of my dress and then the other. It drops off of me and puddles on the floor at my feet.

Sam's eyes widen, and his mouth drops open. "Mallory..."

I'm standing before the man I love, totally naked.

The realization shows on his face. "You... um... you were fucking naked under that dress the entire time?"

I place one leg on the bed beside him and reply, "Yep. Care to help me with my shoes?"

He takes his smooth, capable hands and places them on the top of my thigh, then he softly grazes over my skin, across my thigh, till he reaches my wet center.

"Can you please keep on the heels?" His voice comes out low and dripping with sexual tension.

"Mmmhmm."

He's gradually rubbing up and down my most sensitive area. "You are so wet, Mal. I can't wait to taste you."

"Let me help you prepare for the storm coming your way." I take my foot off the bed and place it back onto the floor.

He moves his hand from between my legs and places his fingers into his mouth, causing me to gasp.

"Sam, that was so damn sexy."

"Mmmm. You taste so sweet, Babe."

As I pull his shirt up over his head, he pulls me onto him, taking my pebbled nipple into his mouth while squeezing my breasts tenderly.

"Ahhh... Sam," I whimper. "Take... off... your... pants... please!" I demand nicely between breaths.

He releases me; I already miss his touch on my body as he unbuckles his pants. I kneel to help him slide them to the floor, and his manhood pops free. My eyes went round as I stared at his thickness. He smirked as I removed his shoes and socks and slid his pants off the rest of the way.

"May I?" I ask.

"Please do." He smiles.

I lean forward and take him into my mouth. I gently swirl my tongue around his tip.

"Holy shit, Mal."

"Mmmm." Without notice, I take his entire length deep into my throat and begin bobbing my head up and down his length.

"Shit! Stop!" Sam grabs my head to stop it from moving. "Babe, I want to climax inside you, not in your mouth. Come here, let me take care of you."

He pulls me up off of my knees and onto the bed with him, then gently lays me back on the bed. He begins to kiss me, starting at the top of my head and leisurely working his way down my body. He stops briefly at my swollen lips and teases me with his tongue. When I think that he's going to deepen the kiss, he makes his way down my neck to my breasts.

"Oh, Sam..."

He spends extra time sucking and nipping gently at my nipples while squeezing my breasts with his large, steady hands. While his hands remain on my breasts, he continues kissing a trail down to my belly button, then moves his hands from my breasts and places them on my thighs. I gasped as he separated my legs, leaving my center exposed.

"You're so beautiful, Mallory. I love you so damn much."

He begins kissing up my thigh, and I'm aching for his touch.

"Please, Sam," I beg.

"Soon, Babe, soon. Let me memorize every inch of you."

"You're killing me, Sam."

"Don't worry, Babe. I'm a doctor. I can revive you."

"Less talking, more kissing," I demand.

"I kind of think bossy Mallory is quite sexy."

"Oh yeah?" I challenge.

"Yeah." He pauses, and I can feel him smiling against my skin.

"How's this for bossy? Lick me right now; I'm throbbing!" I command.

"Yes, ma'am."

He doesn't hesitate another second and dives right in, swirling his soft, wet tongue around my bundle of nerves. He places two fingers deep inside of me, plunging them in and out while he licks and laps my sensitive nub till I can't hold back my climax.

I hold my blanket in my fists. "Ahhh... Sam," I scream as I reach my high.

After I come down, Sam makes his way back up my body. By the time he reaches my lips, I'm already on fire again.

"Please, Sam." I'm not above begging once more.

"Please, what, Baby?" He teases me.

"I desperately need you inside of me," I groan, lifting my hips.

Sam stops dead. "Shit, Mal. I don't have a condom?"

"I never stopped the pill. Please, Babe, I need you. I need you now."

"Hell yeah," he says appreciatively, and I move seductively against him. "Woman!"

I innocently replied, "Hmm?"

Without warning, he thrusts into me. I scream, "AHHH!"

He pounds into me, and I can't get enough of him. My nails dig into his back as my orgasm overtakes me.

I buck and clench him as he joins me in ecstasy.

He collapses on me, breathing heavily. "Holy shit, Mal. I have no words."

"I love you, Sam, with everything I am. I love you."

"I love you too, Mal. So much it hurts."