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Red Roses	By : Gilraen Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 1299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter1
It was a bright April morning when Sam's plane landed at Sydney.

She was about thirty years old, a brunette who hardly passed unobserved. Her shiny blue eyes seemed to see right into your soul when she fixed them into yours. That morning she was wearing a black skirt that valorised her long legs, and a white shirt that underlined her shapely breasts.

The girl had been sent there by her boss, a businessman who wanted her to improve her knowledge about computers and internet. Something that Sam considered practically ridiculous, for she was one of the best computer programmers in Australia.

Fuming, she walked to retrieve her suits, mentally thanking her friend Holly who had convinced her to choose a wheeled suitcase, way more handy than a normal suitcase for it had little wheels underneath.

Easily dragging her baggage outside of the airport, she walked to the parking lot, where she was hoping to find a taxi to drive her to the hotel where she had reserved a room.

But it was not an easy task to find one. The airport was full of people, due to that convention about personal computers, and the taxi parking lot was deserted.

�You look somewhat�amiss here� someone quietly stated at her back.

When Sam turned around, there was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

He was dressed in a pair of torn blue jeans, and had a simple black shirt on. And even like this, he looked stunning. Focusing on his features and blue eyes, Sam's breath was almost cut off by the fact that she recognized him as being a famous actor.

Surfing over the internet she had seen a lot of fan sites about him. He was David Wenham.

�I was walking to my car when I saw you. I thought you might be needing some

help� you're in a deserted parking lot. And you look somewhat disoriented��

Decided not to behave as a teenager would, Sam smiled politely, brushing aside a mutinous lock of hair that hung on her forehead.

�I'm here to attend to a convention. I should immediately go and leave my suitcases at my hotel, for I'm almost late�But�there's no taxi�.

A bright smile appeared on the man's face, and she noticed the little lines that formed at his eyes' side. He was even more gorgeous than before.

�Oh, well I'm glad to tell to you that your problem is solved. My car is not far from here, and I'll be pleased to accompany you wherever you want to go�.

�No�� Sam immediately tried to say. �There's no need, Mr Wenham! I'll find a taxi!�

�Do you know who I am?� the man asked then, puzzled and clearly amused by her behaviour. At her nod, he chuckled quietly, taking her suitcase without effort and looking at her.

�You're the first woman that recognizes me and not asks me for an autograph�or for even worse things�� he grinned, taking her arm with his free hand and guiding her towards his car. �It's something worrying for me. Now you have to come with me and tell me what's wrong. Am I not a sex symbol anymore?�

Grinning back, Sam felt more at ease, grateful beyond any reason to his comment that had somewhat broken the embarrassing situation, and to his offer of a passage to her hotel.

�I've seen a lot of your photos over the internet. But I have to say that now that I've observed you� you look even more sexy. So no need to worry about your status�.

Laughing out loud, David settled her baggage into the trunk, then he turned his head to look at her.

�So. You know that I'm Dave Wenham. May I have the pleasure to know your name?� he almost purred, taking her hand and brushing his lips over her palm, making her shiver lightly.

�I'm Samantha Gray. But you can call me Sam�.

�Nice to meet you, Sam� he whispered then, looking straight into her eyes when he uttered her name.

He helped her into the car, then drove to the address she had scratched on a piece of paper.

During the run, they talked a lot, laughing and learning about each other.

Outside of her hotel room, Sam smiled shyly at him, hoping that he wouldn't ruin everything by asking her to enter. So she turned to look at him as if to let him understand her intentions.

To her surprise, Dave grinned mischievously, crossing his arms onto his chest. �Well well well�so you're late?� he began, trying to look perfectly nonchalantly. �Thus I cannot ask you to let me enter, eh?�

Both his words and the amused gleam in his eyes made Sam smile wickedly in response.

�Yes, I'm late. But that doesn't mean that we have to say our farewell� now� � the girl said, hoping that he would catch the hint and ask her out. He did.

�I'll be there when that convention will be over� he smiled at her, gently squeezing her hand into his stronger one. �Say� at about eight o'clock? I am a wonderful cook. I promise to behave. And you'll have the occasion to help me with my computer. For I'm not able to delete the �Happy birthday� virus. It's driving me insane��.

Chuckling quietly at his words, the girl nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by the idea that he had invited her at his home.

A moment later Dave leaned to place a lingering kiss at the corner of her mouth, giving her one last glance before stepping into the elevator.

For the rest of the day Sam thought about Dave. She just couldn't believe the fact that a wonderful man, a famous actor, was going to cook for her at his home.

It was just more than her brain could take.

While the man onto the stage was explaining some sort of Windows tips, Sam sighed softly now and then, her gaze fixing the nothing. Thinking of David.

He was a shy man, indeed. For when he had talked to her at the beginning it was clear that he was feeling insecure and even somewhat scared. It hadn't taken long to let go, however, and he had showed her how tender, attentive and nice could he be.

At eight o'clock, Sam had walked outside of the hotel, looking around to see if David had really come to wait for her.

And she smiled brightly when she saw him hide his face behind a huge bouquet of red roses, grinning.

�I was waiting for a lovely woman who this morning has stolen my heart� he asked playfully from behind the flowers. �Have you seen her?�

�I can't really figure out who could she be� the girl smiled at him. �For I was waiting for a sex symbol who promised to cook for me. But I still can't see him anywhere�.

�Oh, God!� he exclaimed then, playfully raising his eyes to the sky in an exasperated fashion. �I seriously have to do something about that. What if all of my fans started to think as you do?�.

Sam hadn't the time to answer, through. For the moment later his lips were brushing hers in the most tender of gestures, and he handed her the red roses.

�These are for you, my lady. Even if they can't compare to your beauty�.

Blushing, Sam took the flowers and smelled their strong scent, closing her eyes in delight. �They are wonderful, Dave. Thank you��

Evidently the man didn't miss the charmed expression on her face, for he nervously licked his lips, clearing his throat and taking her hand into his to stroke it gently with his thumb.

�Do you want to know something?� he murmured back, fixing her eyes. �Today must be my lucky day��

�And mine, too�� she answered, smiling brightly when he guided her to his car, opening the door for her in a chivalrous fashion.

His home was a big cottage near to the ocean. When she stepped outside of the car, she couldn't help but look around with wide eyes. The garden was full of exotic flowers, and from behind the house there was a little path that led to the beach.

But Sam noticed from the sober and essential furniture that he was a normal person, not the crazy and eccentric star she had believed him to be.

The dinner was pleasurable. Dave was really a good cook, and when they had finished Sam helped him with the dishes, even if after a while it became a splashes competition, and their clothes were dripping wet.

�Here� Dave smiled, handing her a bathrobe. �You can use it while your clothes get dry. In the meantime we could have a look at my computer�.

Smiling back, Sam nodded, stepping into the bath to remove her dresses and underwear, relieved to see that the bathrobe was Dave's and so it covered her all, for it was too big for her.

Gallantly, the man gave her the soft armchair in front of the writing desk where he had settled his portable computer, positioning himself behind her to have a clear view of the screen. And of her breasts, even if she wasn't aware of that.

�Do you like the beach outside?� Dave asked after a while, trying to distract her from her task. Sam, in fact, was completely absorbed with that virus, momentarily forgetting his presence at her back.

�Yes, it's really beautiful� the woman answered. �It's a pity that I don't have a swimsuit�.

�There's no need for one� he whispered at her ear, taking her hand that was gripping the mouse and brushing his lips all over her back and wrist.

Sam's breath got caught in her throat at this contact, but it came out as a soft moan when he started to gently suck at each one of her fingers, while his other hand made its way into the bathrobe to reach one of her breasts.

It was his turn to gasp when he touched his target, caressing and pinching her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch, before turning his attention to the other one.

Soon, he turned the chair to look at her, amazed by the lust that clouded her blue eyes. Encouraged by that, he started to taste her mouth, closing his eyes when Sam's hands unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxers, freeing his impossibly thick shaft.

Slowly, the girl circled its head with a finger, wetting it with the drop of pre-come that glistened on it, causing him to hiss in pleasure. A second later, the tip of her tongue had replaced her hand, which gripped his buttocks to hold him still, relishing his musky smell and gently nibbling at the prominent vein, smiling against his shaft when she heard him moan, squeezing him into her mouth, moving up and down while caressing it with her tongue.

Dave was struggling to keep still, but soon it became too much, and he gently thrust his hips forward, urging her to take it down her throat. He moaned out loudly, eyes closed in sheer pleasure, when she finally did it, constricting her muscles to clench him inside of her.

Decided not to come into her mouth, the man gently tugged at her hair, kissing her almost wildly when she raised her head to look at him. Then her bathrobe was throw away, followed by his shirt, while he lifted her onto the writing desk, immediately busying himself to lick and nibble at her earlobe, slowly descending to her breasts, nuzzling and laving them until he heard her softly moan his name, occasionally nibbling at her nipples, then licking them to soothe the mild pain he had caused.

Dave started to sensually explore her body with both his hands and mouth, finally widening her legs, moaning softly when he saw her glistening folds, parting them with two fingers before assaulting her as a starving man, licking, sucking and nibbling at the soft skin, and soon reducing her to a rag doll willing to follow his desires.

Sam was now sure that she would die from pleasure, lost in a world where only those wonderful sensation existed. Unable to wait more, she pulled him up, catching his blondish hair and kissing the breath out of him, tasting herself in his mouth.

Taking his erection with one hand, Dave settled it at her entrance, quickly trusting his hips forward, hissing in pleasure when he found himself completely buried deep inside of her.

But she wanted more. Widening her legs even more, to give him a better view, Sam leaned back onto her hands, shifting her back and looking straight into his eyes, moaning in pleasure at every deep trust, propping her feet onto the verge of the writing desk to raise her hips and met each one of his thrusts.

For his part, Dave was restraining himself with great effort, for the mere view of that wonderful creature, completely exposed to him, so naughty and enticing, was enough to make him come undone right now.

Within moments the only sounds into the cottage were their pants and loud moans, accompanied by the cadenced banging of the writing desk against the wall. Even their shadows onto the walls seemed to dance in time with them, sensually moving up and down. Sam had never felt so good in all her life, so perfectly right in his arms.

She craved even more of that wonderful friction, so she wrapped her legs at his sides, anchoring her feet at his back to have him deeper inside of her, brushing her clit with his pelvic bones. That massage drove her almost insane with desire, and soon she felt her lungs burning, sensing all too well that it took not so much to send her over the edge. Noticing that she was near to her orgasm, Dave increased his pace even more, penetrating her faster and harder, whispering naughty things at her ear, his eyes now closed to concentrate himself on his task and wait for her to come before to let go and give away to his pleasure.

Due to that unexpected attack, Sam's senses went to oblivion, and her orgasm hit her hard, her head thrown back, her hands gripping the writing desk until her knuckles were white.

As her shudders continued, and her muscles were squeezing his shaft, constricting it into a iron grip, Dave's pace increased to the point that he was almost hyperventilating, giving all of himself to that pleasure, until his whole body tensed and he was sent over the edge, spurting hot gushes of semen inside of her, muffling his cries by nibbling at her shoulder.

They remained there, for some minutes, unable to speak, trying to regain their breath, until Dave eventually raised his head from her shoulder to look into her eyes, kissing the tip of her nose, looking longingly in her eyes.

It had been wonderful, even better of what he had thought, and he wasn't willing to let her go. Not yet, anyway.

�I was sure that it was my lucky day� he whispered, tenderly kissing her swollen lips. �You're the most amazing creature I've ever known. And I'm far from finished with you.�

To mark his words, Dave slipped out of her, taking her into his arms and guiding her to his bedroom.

Once there, a gasp escaped her lips even before she could think to stop it.

The huge bed was covered with rose petals. Red roses filled vases onto the nightstands, and some perfumed candles provided a trembling and faint light.

Laying her onto the petals, Dave settled himself at her side, immediately taking her into his arms.

�Do you like it?�

�It's� incredible� were the only words that she managed to whisper, looping her arms around his neck, and resting her forehead against his.

�Please� stay here for tonight� I don't think I'll be able to let you go now.� He whispered, tightening the embrace.

�I'm not planning to go anywhere�� she smiled reassuringly at him, gaining a bright smile from him, before they resumed kissing, his shaft hardening again.

He was far from finished with her.
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