Howie ceased kissing Samantha and sat up. He removed his shirt and his jeans, adding them to the growing mound of clothes on the floor. He returned to Samantha's side and stretched out beside her on his side. He ran his fingers through her hair and began trailing kisses down her forehead to her nose, down her nose to her lips and then to her chin. He continued the trail down her body to his final destination, the most erotic spot on her body in his opinion, her bellybutton. As he moved downward, he whispered softly

Samantha sucked in her breath sharply and whimpered slightly as Howie's tongue darted in and out of her navel, teasing her and arousing her from deep within. "Howie" she said almost breathlessly "I am very impressed, not to mentioned extremely aroused...When did you learn the E.E. Cummings poem? It is very sweet and suddenly very erotic."

Howie did not answer her but instead, brought his head back up even with hers. He laced his hands behind her head and pulled her mouth to meet his. He kissed her hard and deep, wanting her to feel all of the passion and arousal he was feeling. Howie slipped his hand down to Samantha's waist and began pushing her boxers off her hips. Samantha followed his lead and commenced removing his final article of clothing as well. Howie broke the kiss long enough to tug the last remaining barriers from both of their bodies. He laid down on top of Samantha and took up where he had left off. As they continued their erogenous journey, Howie began to grind his hips toward Samantha, rubbing his nipples to her nipples and his engorged manhood against her abdomen. "Oh God Sam I want you!" he whispered into her ear.

"I want you too Howie. In a minute hun." she replied already so aroused she could barely speak. "Are there any ice cubes left?" she inquired. Howie raised his head and looked at her lowering one eyebrow while raising the other.

"They are pretty melted why?" he asked.

"Melted will work better anyway I think. Please hand me a few."

Howie reached over to the side of the bed and fished a handful of ice cubes from the dish. He handed them to Samantha who promptly pushed the melting cubes up into her smoldering core as Howie watched with a wide eyed expression on his face. "You are not the only one who reads magazine articles!" she stated beckoning him back down to her. Howie resumed his position on top of Samantha and returned to kissing her. Breathlessly, Samantha whispered to him "Please Howie. Please. Now."

One time of asking was all it took. Howie didn't need a second invitation. He lowered his hips so they were even with hers and plunged into her sweet abyss. He was shocked at how cold she was but he liked the sensation. 'It almost feels like she has frozen my erection.' he thought as he thrust in and out of her. "Oh Samantha." he said nibbling her earlobe "You feel incredible. God I have wanted you so badly this week! You and I fit so perfectly together."

Samantha tightened her muscles around Howie's erection and pulled his body tighter to hers. She moaned softly and then plunged her tongue into his mouth wanting to feel him in every orifice of her body. She brought her hips up to his meeting his thrusts with her own. "Howie I have waited all week for this moment. I love being with you. I love the way you feel deep inside of me."

Howie could feel his climax mounting and this time he didn't care if it was sooner than he would have liked. Every part of his body wanted to come inside of Samantha. He pushed his hands under her back and brought her body so close to his, he could feel her ribcage. "Oh Lord-ay Sam. Oh my God!" He shouted as he burst inside of her. Samantha dug her nails into Howie's back as she too felt her orgasm surge. She cried out his name and thrust her hips against his.

When he was sure both of them had returned to earth, Howie leaned down and with his nose moved a few stray hairs from Samantha's eyes. He kissed her eyelids softly and whispered "I found the poem at the library in a book of love poetry. I thought it was perfect for us."

"It is perfect for us." Samantha whispered back. "I love you so much Howard. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

"You called me 'Howard'! Why? My mom is the only person who has ever called me 'Howard'."

"In that case, I probably shouldn't refer to you by your full name should I?" she replied with a smile. "I like 'Howard' better though. 'Howie', I don't know, sort of reminds me of a little boy." she said with a shrug.

Howie kissed her again. "You can call me anything you want to sweetie." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Sit up for a sec." he said "Let's get under the covers and snuggle for awhile." They untucked the sheet and blankets and climbed back onto the bed. Samantha put her head on Howie's chest and kissed his skin before settling down. Howie ran his fingers through her hair and silently thanked God for bringing her into his life before he drifted off to sleep.