Chapter 3 - in the nook
New York City -nighttime- the west village
Cait was having an out of body experience. This was the sweetest, most romantic man in the world. He was asking her to dance. With no dance floor and everyone else sitting and eating at their table. He stood up, hand extended, cute AF smile on his face.
“Well? May I have this dance, milady?”
The guitarist just started to play Eric Clapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight.’
Blushing and looking around, Caitriona then focused her eyes right on Sam.
“There’s no one else dancing. Do you think we could? Right here in the middle of the restaurant?” Her eyes were big.
“It’s New York City, we can do whatever we want here,” Sam said matter of factly, his voice soft with affection.
“Well....I do like this song. So yes, I’d love to.” She also yearned to be in Sam’s arms.
Cait removed her napkin from her lap and took a big gulp of wine.
She slipped her hand into his and slowly stood up.
Sam pulled her close and their bodies pressed together like magnets. They fit together like a puzzle piece. She was right where she belonged. Right where she wanted to be. Cait felt his warm hand reach around to her bare back, moving it ever so slowly up and down and up and down. Stroking gently with his fingertips. They swayed to the music, her head resting on his shoulder, and his face in her hair, eyes closed, breathing her in.
“I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.” The music is soft and not very audible, but they could both hear it clear as day as they were absorbed in each other’s arms.
Cait moves her head off his shoulder and they lock eyes, just gliding to the music, no words needing to be uttered. Their eyes tell the story. Cait gives a shy smile, and Sam reciprocates with the same. They both know how fortunate they were to find one another and they wanted this moment to last forever.
Sam brushes her hair out of her face and gently lifts her chin. They’re now only centimeters from one another. Sam suddenly leans forward and playfully rubs his nose back and forth against hers, giving her an Eskimo kiss. Caitriona is just about melting and at the same time incredibly turned on by this entire encounter on the “dance floor.” He caresses her face with the back of his fingers ever so softly. He then takes her hand and presses it up against his chest and holds it there while they continue to sway to the music. She could feel his heart beating almost out of his chest.
The song finally ends and they both realize they’re still standing there, breathless in the moment.
“Would you want to get outta here and have another drink with me? Perhaps at my place?” Sam was hopeful and he couldn’t hide the childlike exuberance on his face.
“Help me with my coat?” Caitriona didn’t even take a beat before replying. She knew what was gonna happen if she went back to his place. It was inevitable. She wanted him. Nervous and excited but more than anything she was ready to be alone with him. And just him. Without a restaurant full of people.
Sam walks her back to her chair and gets behind her, sliding her jacket up around her shoulders. Catching glimpse again of her bare back. He stands there for a short time. He needed to take a minute to compose himself.
He pays the bill that was already sitting on their table as they danced. Cait picks up her white rose off the table, and Sam takes her hand is his as they walk out the door. They hail a cab as it’s a bit too far of a walk to his place.
Caitriona gets in the cab first and Sam follows her in. As they sit close, not aware of personal space, Sam takes her hand and brings it onto his lap as he rubs the inside of her palm with his thumb.
Caitriona takes her other hand and begins to rub his leg. She angles her body so they’re almost facing each other. He kisses the top of her hand from one knuckle to the other. Gently grazing his lips against them. She could feel his hot breath as he goes from one to the other. She smiles as she continues to rub his leg, now moving to his inner thigh.
“So what kind of a place do you have?”
“I’m renting a brownstone for the next few months. It’s pretty modest but very comfortable with a nice view as I’m on the top floor.”
They’re almost at his place. He wants to kiss her SO badly, but for their first kiss he’s not gonna do it in the backseat of a cab. Cait is thinking the same thing. He has the most beautiful lips, with the perfect amount of scruff on his face. She felt that scruff as it tickled her hand when he was kissing her knuckles. She imagined what it would feel like...in other places.
“We’re here!” Excitedly, Sam hopped out of the cab. He paid the driver thru the window and then took Cait’s hand and helped her out. There was mist in the air as it had sprinkled a bit earlier while they were in the restaurant. The air felt clean and crisp. And clean air in Manhattan was a novelty! After the rain the city had a freshness to it. It was dark in front of the brownstone with only a lamppost shining some light on the door. They walked hand in hand up to the tall stairs that led to the door. They both turned to face each other. The wind started to pick up and the leaves were swirling around. It was magical. Sam wrapped his arms around her as she was getting a slight chill.
“Ready to go inside?” Cait asked, even tho she didn’t want to move from that spot.
“Almost,” Sam whispered.
He reached one hand up to her face while the other was still around her back, and very slowly leaned in. Their lips found each other in a way they’ve both never experienced before. Soft yet sensual, their lips began to part and their tongues connected. Sam gently sucked on her bottom lip and then gave it a tug with his teeth. Caits hands were running thru his locks while he was pulling her even closer. They were practically one. Out of breath, they both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes. Cait gave a shy smile and put her head down. Sam proceeded to kiss her on the forehead.
“Now we can go inside.”
Caits legs felt wobbly.
“I may need to continue to cling onto you as we walk up those stairs. I would say it’s from the wine, but, to be honest I just got drunk on that kiss.”
Sam kissed her lips once more in the most tender way. He smiled on her lips as he did so.
“Oh you can cling on to me for as long as ye like.”
There were a couple levels of the brownstone and they again took the stairs to the top floor. The door opened up into a lovely wide open living room. The kitchen was on the right, and down a short hallway led to the bathroom, and just prior to the left the master bedroom. Big floor to ceiling windows made the place look even bigger.
“Such a beautiful home. I wonder what it would look like in the daytime with all the light coming thru those windows.”
“Oh, you’ll find out.” Sam said with a mischievous grin, and a nose scrunch.
Sam took her on a little tour, lit some candles, and turned on music through his phone which projected through the speaker sound system he had against the wall. He popped open another bottle of red and poured themselves a glass. They sat down on the plush, soft black leather couch as Cait leaned into him. Right in the nook. He put his arm around her and began to rub her upper arm. They drank wine and listened to music, with Sam giving her soft kisses whenever she looked up at him. She did that quite often.
“I love playing with your hair! If that doesna sound weird.” Sam chuckled.
“It feels good when you run your fingers through it. But.....there’s gonna be less of it soon.” Cait shrunk into the couch even more.
“The movie I’m about to start filming, well, er, I’ve got to chop it off and fashion some bangs. It’s a race car film so you know, I’m gonna look just super cool. Haha.”
“Hmmmm. I think I could get on board with that! It’ll give me easier access to that beautiful, long, kissable neck of yours.” Sam said with a wink.
“I have a confession to make, as well!” Sam’s hand shot up in the air.
“Sooo for my movie I have to cut my hair too, and, umm...make it jet black!”
“Oh I’m sorry that’s a deal breaker for me. I prefer men with lighter hair. Well, it was nice knowing you!” Cait tried to keep a straight face, but totally broke. She giggled so hard she fell right onto his lap.
“Oh you’re a witty one, Balfe. You’re gonna get it for that!”
“Oh no you don’t.” Cait got up quickly from the couch and started to run throughout his place, which she realized wasn’t very big so she had nowhere to go! Sam got up and started after her. It didn’t take too long til he snatched her from behind, tickling the living daylights out of her! He loved the sound of her giggle so much, he kept at it.
Cait could barely talk she was laughing so hard, she practically folded over in half.
“Ok, ok I give!” Still giggling uncontrollably, Sam finally stopped.
“That’ll teach ye.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Haha you’re such a child,” she said as she planted a kiss on his lips. He absolutely loved that she felt so comfortable to take the piss out of him.
They were both out of breath and found themselves on the floor, with Sam on top post tickle. They were laying on a super thick rug, and Cait was quite enjoying the view.
Sam was looking down at her, with soft eyes, but also with a hunger.
“Mo Nighean Donn,” Sam uttered tenderly as he stroked her hair right above her forehead.
“What ever does that mean?” Cait furrowed her brow waiting for the answer.
“My brown haired lass.” He planted another kiss on her. This time much more deeply and with purpose. It was an intensity she hadn’t felt before. It was so passionate, filled with want and desire. She could feel it all the way down to her toes. She could also feel something else as he lay on top of her, slightly propped up on his elbows as not to crush her. She was just as aroused as he was, and she wanted him to know.
Their lips parted and they were both panting.
“Should we take this to the bedroom? I’m thinking this rug can only be comfortable for a short period of time,” Sam said with a smirk.
“I like that idea.” She raised herself up and nibbled on his neck.
Sam got up off of her, adjusting himself for reasons. Cait looked down and back up at his face, and bit her lower lip.
He took her hand and helped her up off the floor.
She felt a heat emanating off of him and off herself. “It’s quite warm in here, don’t you think?”
“Aye. Let me help you out of that wee dress of yours. Can’t have you too warm now, can we.”
He turned around quickly and blew out the candles on the table.
Facing her again, Sam slid his hands down her body to the hem of her dress, and slowly started to pull it up only to find she was wearing a black lace bra and black lace panties. He was about to come undone right then and there. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He tossed her dress back over his shoulder, not knowing or caring where it landed.
He took a step back to look at her and was simply mesmerized. He exhaled.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She sighed deeply.
She could not wait to get him naked.
“Your turn,” she breathlessly uttered.
She began to unbutton his shirt slowly, deliberately, taking her time to savor every second. She just about gasped as it fell open. It was like he was chiseled out of marble. She slid her hands inside his open shirt and traced his skin with her fingertips.
He let out a moan.
He was wearing button fly jeans. She grabbed hold and with one swift move, they were loose on his hips and she pushed them down to his ankles. As she slowly stood back up she noticed he was wearing black boxer briefs that were screaming to come off. Or rather, what was inside was screaming to come out.
“Now that’s better”...she surmised. “Well, almost.”
Sam stepped out of jeans and moved towards her. He reached around her back with both hands, unclasping her bra. It fell to the floor. He cupped both breasts in his hands and gently squeezed. “Christ, Cait, you’re perfect.”
He pulled her up against him and kissed her passionately. Their hands had a mind of their own as they ran up and down and around each other’s body. He reached down and slid her panties off. She simultaneously grabbed his boxers and yanked them down with vigor.
They were enveloped in each other as Sam started to walk her backwards toward the bedroom. They didn’t once break contact as
they fell onto the bed. But this time Cait was the one on top, straddling him, taking charge. She leaned forward kissing his chest, licking down to his happy trail, and continuing south. It made her feel so good, so wanted, knowing, and seeing, how excited he was. She kept traveling down, kissing his hip bones and inner thighs. With her hands she was squeezing the sides of his buttocks, as Sam was stirring and groaning with her every touch. Cait moved on to his member, which was thick, long and hard; just as she pictured it would be as she danced pelvis to pelvis with him at the restaurant. Watching him watching her, she began by seductively planting firm kisses all around, licking up from base to tip, circling around with her tongue. Sam was about to jump out of his skin. He was wildly fingering her hair and nosies were emanating from deep within. He grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back, climbing on top. Desperate to be inside of her, but first wanting to explore her entire body.
“You stopped me before I got to the best part,” she said, looking up at him all innocently.
“Aye. But, now I get to have my way with ye first.” A devilish grin appeared on his face.
Caitriona was all his. She had been from the moment she locked eyes with him on that park bench.
He rolled her over on her stomach and moved her hair off her neck. She could feel his warm breath as he nibbled on her ear, which sent shivers down her spine. He knew just the spot. Her most sensitive. He was driving her crazy.
“Keep still, Mo chridhe.”
She didn’t know what that meant but she liked the sound of it.
He kissed each and every part of her beautiful back, before grabbing her round arse. “Mmmm,” was all he could muster at this moment. Sam flipped her back over, admiring the exquisite woman laying before him. With his eyes transfixed on Cait, he lowered his head and took one breast in his mouth, alternating between licking and lightly tugging at her nipple.
Cait could barely stand it as she grabbed hold of his head, feverishly running her fingers through his curls, pushing his head down further.
Her legs were wrapped around his shoulders as he found his way between her legs. He first used his fingers, then his mouth. His tongue dipped in and out, gently teasing as her body started to vibrate. He loved the taste of her and even more loved how turned on she was. Cait pulled him back up to her face by his hair and devoured his mouth with her tongue. Sam’s fingers were back between her legs, as her hand grabbed down for him.
“Do it now,” she summoned. Sam was more than happy to oblige. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He positioned himself and with a quick thrust he was inside her, filling her as deeply as he could. Cait cried out and bit down hard on his shoulder. Sam grabbed one hand then the other, and held them above her head, kissing her neck with a fiery passion. They moved as one, in perfect rhythm. They were made for each other.
“Faster, Sam!” He rolled her on top of him and sat up, legs wrapped around each other’s waist, rocking back and forth. He put one hand behind him for better leverage. Cait could feel every single inch of him and she couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt it too.
The intensity and pleasure got to be too much and they released into each other simultaneously; Cait arching her back, calling his name. They collapsed down on the bed, Sam not ready to pull out just yet.
“Wow,” was all Cait had the strength to muster. He caressed her face, kissing her gently. Sam slowly pulled out, and they laid there, eyes open, almost like they were memorizing the other’s face.
They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. He was holding her tightly. Never wanting to let go. Cait was so content and so at peace, nuzzled in the nook.