Until You by Melody Heck Gatto Page B

squeezed shut as he teased and rubbed her moist lips. Finally sliding a few fingers in her, she let out a small cry. All her nerves hyper sensitive, she already wanted to come. He started to pleasure her with his fingers as he flicked at her clit. She moaned as he bit her nipples and moved his hand in a rhythm that had her writhing around in mere minutes pushing him further into her, screaming as she climaxed all over again.
    As her body calmed, Sam lay down beside her. A smile on his face, content with pleasing her. Trina curled up against him, molding her warm body to his. "Holy shit..." she huffed, her eyes closed. Resting her head against his chest, she ran her fingers along his shoulders.
    He flashed her a smile. "Happy?"
    "Very happy." she mumbled before she drifted off to sleep.

Epilogue
     
    Morgan danced and sang her heart out into her hairbrush to an imaginary crowd. Sam's living room was her stage. Her hair teased up, she did her best to look like a rocker chick. She wore her mommy's black boots, a had a purple toy necklace wrapped around her wrist.
    Trina had helped Morgan with her makeup, giving her the best smokey eye that she could. The radio blasted her new favorite song about being in love with a skater boy.
    Trina sat in the pretend audience cheering and clapping. She couldn't believe she was scared of this, scared of Morgan. It had only been a few months and this little girl already had her heart. When the song ended, Trina cheered and hollered. "Woot woot! Encore encore! Wooooooo!" Belle chimed in, howling along as Toby lay beside Trina.
    The sound of the front door opening put a hold on the imaginary concert as Morgan took off running down the hall. "Uncle Saaaaaaaaam!" she squealed as all little girls do, leaping into his arms.
    Toby ran after her barking.
    Sam dropped his hockey bag in the hall and petted Toby before hugging his niece. "Hey kiddo! Whoa!" He set her back down on the floor taking in the outfit and makeup. "Rocker chick?" he asked.
    "Yep. I'm having a concert," she answered.
    Sam's eyes switched to Trina, standing in the hallway against the wall. Her bikini top peeked out from under her black tank top, and her bangle bracelets clang together as she waved hello to him. "Good morning," he purred pushing the hair out of his eyes.
    "Afternoon, actually." She grinned and slowly walked to him, throwing her arms up around his neck as his lips pressed against hers. "How's that hip feeling? Practice wasn't too rough on you was it?" She barely got the words out before Sam re-took her mouth in his.
    "Really guys?" They heard Morgan exclaim from behind them.
    Trina turned to see her with her hand on her hip, and attitude on her face. Trina did her best not to laugh.
    "I'm going to feed my baby doll lunch, see you two in a bit. Mind finishing all your kissy face stuff while I'm gone?" With a disgusted sigh Morgan disappeared into the playroom.
    "That girl." Sam laughed shaking his head. "So you two had a good morning I see?" He slid his hands up under her tank top, caressing her soft sides.
    "Careful, we have to wait till Amy comes home for any of that," she said, smiling against his lips, she ached for his touch. Against her body's wishes, she pulled away. "You hungry?" she asked, leading him to the kitchen.
    "I'm starving," he growled, smacking her ass.
    "Hey! Watch it!" Trina said, laughing. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out the grilled chicken they had the night before, "How about a chicken sandwich? I made a fruit salad this morning too." She started to pull the bowl of fruit salad out of the refrigerator and broke her nail. "Oh sh...." She stopped mid word. "Sugar! Stupid nail!"
    Sam chuckled as he sat on the stool and leaned his elbows on the island in the middle of the large kitchen. "Chicken sandwich, sure. And dessert?" His smile grew wider as he waited for a response.
    "Well..." She crossed the room and stood between him and the counter top. "You'll have to wait till this evening