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Call Out Me Name
Title: Newly Wed: VI. Call Out Me Name
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
Feedback: andarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters: Sam and Rose with a cameo appearance by the Gaffer
Slash: Yes, hints and character discussion
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/PWP/Humor
Summary: Rose gets very vocal…
Disclaimer: I own none of this, it does not belong to me and I don’t get paid for it either.
“You like it when I call you Rose-wife?”
“Yes, Samwise, I do.”
He moved his body from the grasp of her limbs, causing her to fall back against the pillows. He lifted his leg and swung it over hers, straddling her and nestling himself over both her legs, covering her with his body. His hands rested close to the crown of her head, his elbows by her shoulders.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her forehead.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her nose.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her lips.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her chin.
“My Rose-wife,” he kissed her throat, stopping to lave the smooth skin down her neck with his tongue. He decided to nip at her sensitive flesh, an action that drew a moan from her. Sam felt the vibration of her voice upon his lips as he moved his tongue in circles across her skin.
“I love it when you sigh and moan,” he spoke as his mouth caressed her neck. This time he answered her with and echoing moan. He whispered her name against her warm skin.
Her hands had been buried deep in his hair for some time. She brought her face to his head and breathed him in…she loved the way his hair smelled, even when he was sweaty and work-worn. She imagined his scent was exactly the same scent of the sun on a windy day. She loved the way his unruly waves fell around his face. She would never tire of capturing a stray curl from his forehead and brushing it from his eyes. She did so now as she slid her hand across his brow and around his temple only to softly place the lock behind his ear in a caress. She then played with the hair around his ear and he nuzzled his face to her hand.
At times Rose’s touch was comforting and soothing rather than seductive; this was one of those times. He remembered how his mother played with his hair when he was a very young boy.
“My sweet little Samwise.” Could that have been Bell’s voice he heard?
“I love yer hair, Samwise,” Rose smiled. “The sun washes it out on top and at the ends and makes you look like a little boy…my sweet little Samwise.”
“Me mum use to call me that…you know, luv…yer gonna’ make a good mother, Rose-wife.”
“Sam, are you sure you want to have children so soon, and have so many of them?” she queried. “If so, then you need to enjoy a slender wife now while you can, luv, because even when I’m not with child, I’ll never have a maiden’s body again after the first babe comes. And besides that, you said all that about the world being a bad place for our children.”
Sam looked directly into Rose’s eyes before he responded to her.
“My world’s not so evil with you in it, me love. It would truly be a shame to keep our babes from knowin’ their mother just because of their father’s fears of the past. Yer stronger and braver than I ever thought you were. You wohavehave been a fine companion had you gone with us.” He paused for a moment and kissed her mouth. “But Rosa, I’m glad you weren’t with me. I’m glad you never saw all of what we went through, glad it didna’ happen to you. Yer untouched, girl, that makes you strong in a way that I’m not.”
Sam smiled at her.
“And wife, don’t you go worryin’ ‘bout yer body. I love what’s in here,” he kissed her forehead, “And what’s in here,” he moved down to kiss her breastbone. “And how in Middle Earth could I forget about what’s down here!?!”
With this he laughed openly and quickly moved his hand between her thighs. He abruptly glided his hand up the inside of her legs and thrust a finger into her opening. Rose responded with a throaty sound, a cross between a moan and a scream as his thumb gently glanced over the fleshy nub above her sheath. “I am awful pleased I fount out about yer little button Rosa…” he moved his thumb in a slow circle over the taut flesh.
“Me…too…Sam!” her fingers were clenched in his hair. “Oooohh,” she sighed.
Sam moved his face back over the center of her chest and rested his head between her breasts. She had begun to sweat again and he lapped at the glistening moisture he found.
His erection was apparent, but he decided to delay his own pleasure by nestling his member against and between her slightly parted legs. He was still bestraddling her, but now he extended his legs next to the outside of hers, careful not to press too much of his body weight upon her. His unoccupied hand and arm had instinctively sidled its way beneath her frame and across her back.
“By the Valar, Samwise, you are a wonderful lover,” Rose groaned almost uncontrollably as she arched her lower body into his talented fingers.
With this encouragement, Sam began to work in earnest upon his wife. He now inched a second finger into her opening as he kept his thumb moving in soft circles. Rose’s breathing had become ragged and unpredictable and Sam enjoyed the harsh rise and fall of her heaving chest against his face. He silently hoped she would moan loudly or maybe even scream upon her release. Her vocalizations were a gratifying and erotic surprise and he found that his pleasure was unexpectedly heightened when she cried out loudly.
“Rosa, please, call out me name when you come, me love? You don’t know what yer cries do to me…” he pleaded.
Would she grant his request?
Rose let go of his hair and with a violent whip brought the palms of her hands over her eyes, eventually forcing her fingers into her own curls.
“YES! YES!” she shouted as she bore her body down upon his stroking fingers.
Sam’s eyes widened in mischievous appreciation as he pressed his nose into the valley between her breasts.
“My Beloved,” he whispered into her flesh. He concentrated on her gratification as he felt the force of her pushes escalate. She had begun to make a mewling sound and she was slowly turning her head from side to side. Her entire being felt as if it were about to explode beneath his body.
With one last intake of air, she paused all movement before suddenly grabbing the headboard of the bed as her whole body tensed like a drawn bow. Her body and her soul arched into her lover’s existence.
“SAMWISE!!!!! SAMWISE!!!” her cry was extended and intense, and, it continued… “Samwise!!! Oh, my Samwise! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!!! Oh my god, Sam…oh, Sam…” By the time her climax found its conclusion, her voice spent all its passion and lust and she fell into sobs in her husband’s embrace.
…A small group of amused passers-by stopped briefly in the road in front of Bag End. “Hey, Ham, sounds like yer boy knows what he’s doin’ in there.”
“You just shut yer fool mouth before I shut it for ye!”
“Aw right, aw right…I will, I will. But let’s hope for yer boy’s sake that SHE doesn’t!”
The three old men had to laugh in spite of themselves.
…Ten minutes later, Hamfast Gamgee stood in front of Number Three New Bagshot Row with his pipe in his hand. He drew in a deep puff as he stepped up to his front door.
“Good for you, lad, good for you,” he said to himself before he walked in to his home.
Author: Andarta Wildhearth
Feedback: andarta_wildhearth@adelphia.net
Completed: Ongoing
Characters: Sam and Rose with a cameo appearance by the Gaffer
Slash: Yes, hints and character discussion
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/PWP/Humor
Summary: Rose gets very vocal…
Disclaimer: I own none of this, it does not belong to me and I don’t get paid for it either.
“You like it when I call you Rose-wife?”
“Yes, Samwise, I do.”
He moved his body from the grasp of her limbs, causing her to fall back against the pillows. He lifted his leg and swung it over hers, straddling her and nestling himself over both her legs, covering her with his body. His hands rested close to the crown of her head, his elbows by her shoulders.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her forehead.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her nose.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her lips.
“Rose-wife,” he kissed her chin.
“My Rose-wife,” he kissed her throat, stopping to lave the smooth skin down her neck with his tongue. He decided to nip at her sensitive flesh, an action that drew a moan from her. Sam felt the vibration of her voice upon his lips as he moved his tongue in circles across her skin.
“I love it when you sigh and moan,” he spoke as his mouth caressed her neck. This time he answered her with and echoing moan. He whispered her name against her warm skin.
Her hands had been buried deep in his hair for some time. She brought her face to his head and breathed him in…she loved the way his hair smelled, even when he was sweaty and work-worn. She imagined his scent was exactly the same scent of the sun on a windy day. She loved the way his unruly waves fell around his face. She would never tire of capturing a stray curl from his forehead and brushing it from his eyes. She did so now as she slid her hand across his brow and around his temple only to softly place the lock behind his ear in a caress. She then played with the hair around his ear and he nuzzled his face to her hand.
At times Rose’s touch was comforting and soothing rather than seductive; this was one of those times. He remembered how his mother played with his hair when he was a very young boy.
“My sweet little Samwise.” Could that have been Bell’s voice he heard?
“I love yer hair, Samwise,” Rose smiled. “The sun washes it out on top and at the ends and makes you look like a little boy…my sweet little Samwise.”
“Me mum use to call me that…you know, luv…yer gonna’ make a good mother, Rose-wife.”
“Sam, are you sure you want to have children so soon, and have so many of them?” she queried. “If so, then you need to enjoy a slender wife now while you can, luv, because even when I’m not with child, I’ll never have a maiden’s body again after the first babe comes. And besides that, you said all that about the world being a bad place for our children.”
Sam looked directly into Rose’s eyes before he responded to her.
“My world’s not so evil with you in it, me love. It would truly be a shame to keep our babes from knowin’ their mother just because of their father’s fears of the past. Yer stronger and braver than I ever thought you were. You wohavehave been a fine companion had you gone with us.” He paused for a moment and kissed her mouth. “But Rosa, I’m glad you weren’t with me. I’m glad you never saw all of what we went through, glad it didna’ happen to you. Yer untouched, girl, that makes you strong in a way that I’m not.”
Sam smiled at her.
“And wife, don’t you go worryin’ ‘bout yer body. I love what’s in here,” he kissed her forehead, “And what’s in here,” he moved down to kiss her breastbone. “And how in Middle Earth could I forget about what’s down here!?!”
With this he laughed openly and quickly moved his hand between her thighs. He abruptly glided his hand up the inside of her legs and thrust a finger into her opening. Rose responded with a throaty sound, a cross between a moan and a scream as his thumb gently glanced over the fleshy nub above her sheath. “I am awful pleased I fount out about yer little button Rosa…” he moved his thumb in a slow circle over the taut flesh.
“Me…too…Sam!” her fingers were clenched in his hair. “Oooohh,” she sighed.
Sam moved his face back over the center of her chest and rested his head between her breasts. She had begun to sweat again and he lapped at the glistening moisture he found.
His erection was apparent, but he decided to delay his own pleasure by nestling his member against and between her slightly parted legs. He was still bestraddling her, but now he extended his legs next to the outside of hers, careful not to press too much of his body weight upon her. His unoccupied hand and arm had instinctively sidled its way beneath her frame and across her back.
“By the Valar, Samwise, you are a wonderful lover,” Rose groaned almost uncontrollably as she arched her lower body into his talented fingers.
With this encouragement, Sam began to work in earnest upon his wife. He now inched a second finger into her opening as he kept his thumb moving in soft circles. Rose’s breathing had become ragged and unpredictable and Sam enjoyed the harsh rise and fall of her heaving chest against his face. He silently hoped she would moan loudly or maybe even scream upon her release. Her vocalizations were a gratifying and erotic surprise and he found that his pleasure was unexpectedly heightened when she cried out loudly.
“Rosa, please, call out me name when you come, me love? You don’t know what yer cries do to me…” he pleaded.
Would she grant his request?
Rose let go of his hair and with a violent whip brought the palms of her hands over her eyes, eventually forcing her fingers into her own curls.
“YES! YES!” she shouted as she bore her body down upon his stroking fingers.
Sam’s eyes widened in mischievous appreciation as he pressed his nose into the valley between her breasts.
“My Beloved,” he whispered into her flesh. He concentrated on her gratification as he felt the force of her pushes escalate. She had begun to make a mewling sound and she was slowly turning her head from side to side. Her entire being felt as if it were about to explode beneath his body.
With one last intake of air, she paused all movement before suddenly grabbing the headboard of the bed as her whole body tensed like a drawn bow. Her body and her soul arched into her lover’s existence.
“SAMWISE!!!!! SAMWISE!!!” her cry was extended and intense, and, it continued… “Samwise!!! Oh, my Samwise! I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!!! Oh my god, Sam…oh, Sam…” By the time her climax found its conclusion, her voice spent all its passion and lust and she fell into sobs in her husband’s embrace.
…A small group of amused passers-by stopped briefly in the road in front of Bag End. “Hey, Ham, sounds like yer boy knows what he’s doin’ in there.”
“You just shut yer fool mouth before I shut it for ye!”
“Aw right, aw right…I will, I will. But let’s hope for yer boy’s sake that SHE doesn’t!”
The three old men had to laugh in spite of themselves.
…Ten minutes later, Hamfast Gamgee stood in front of Number Three New Bagshot Row with his pipe in his hand. He drew in a deep puff as he stepped up to his front door.
“Good for you, lad, good for you,” he said to himself before he walked in to his home.