“I remember this.” She shuddered as a sudden arc of pleasure washed over her. “It feels so good.”
He continued to suckle at her, and she cried out when his hand moved between her legs. She could see nothing, and the exquisite torment of his fingers touching her was deeply arousing. “You’re like silk here,” he said, brushing his thumb over a sensitive place. Then he slid one of his fingers into her wetness and sucked hard against her breast. She nearly came off the chaise longue, as a sudden bolt of ecstasy rippled through her. He continued his wicked torment, sliding his fingers in and out as he kissed one breast, then the other.
“Take off your trousers,” she pleaded. “I want to feel your body upon mine.”
“Soon,” he promised. “We were so rushed on our first night together. I want to savor you right now.”
Lily felt as if liquid heat were pulsing through her veins, her body arching involuntarily. His hands moved beneath her bottom, and he lifted her hips. For a moment, she could not tell what was happening. His hands remained beneath her, but she did not know what he would do next.
Then she felt the warmth of his breath between her legs. His cheeks abraded her thighs, and her mind went wild at the thought of what he would do.
“Do you want me, Lily?” he murmured. The gentle vibration of his voice was nearly her undoing.
“More than anything. Touch me, Matthew. Kiss me. Anything.”
He seemed to guess what she wanted, and he lowered his mouth to kiss her intimately. She gasped, her fingers digging into the chaise longue, and sensations roared through her. She quaked as he worked the nodule above her entrance, his tongue exerting a gentle pressure. Deep inside, her body rose to his call, her body straining for the release she wanted.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, when he started to kiss her inner thigh. He didn’t listen, but kissed the other thigh, drawing his tongue away from what she wanted. She was trembling hard, seeking the rush that she had known before.
And when he took her again, suckling between her legs, she felt a shimmering pressure building higher and higher, echoing throughout her body as the release took her hard. She was shaking at the force of it, helpless to do anything but ride out the storm.
Matthew kissed her lower stomach, and then removed her blindfold. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but she stared into his brown eyes, treasuring this man.
“Take me,” she said. “I want your body inside mine.”
He removed his trousers and underclothing, moving atop her, though he was careful not to crush her. He raised her right leg towrap around him, and poised his shaft at her entrance. “Are you certain, Lily?”
In answer, she moved her hands to his hips and pulled him within her. He slid easily, though it was tight after being without him for so long. There was no pain, only a slight stretching that felt as if he were coming home.
His face held wonder, as he sheathed himself. It was gentle at first, but her body welcomed his slow thrusts. He slid easily, and as he sank into her depths, she felt another pleasure building.
She guided his mouth back to her breasts, and she reveled in the feeling of his tongue caressing her nipple while he sank and withdrew. The chaise longue was narrow, and she closed her legs, crossing her ankles when he was embedded deep.
He hissed, his face taut. “God, Lily, I can feel your tightness. Don’t move.”
She loved pleasuring him in this way, and as she squeezed his length, his breathing grew harsher. “I need to go faster, Lily.”
He gripped her hips, and then dragged both of her legs around his waist, pulling her to the edge of the chaise longue. He was half kneeling, but he managed to thrust deeply, sending a savage thrill of pleasure deep within her center. She was quivering now, meeting his hips with her own as he penetrated and withdrew.
She hadn’t known it was possible to feel such mindless lust, but she gripped him with her legs, as he drove inside her.
Without really knowing why, she touched her own breasts, stroking the nipples, and it elevated her sensations, until she was keening for this man.
Matthew continued to thrust until she broke free of all else and shattered against him. She could hardly think or speak as her body erupted with a rush of tremors and her body milked his hard length.
He ground himself within her until she heard him groan, and his body released, his strokes penetrating in rhythm until he collapsed atop her.
Their skin was slick with sweat, and she could not tell where her body began and his left off. She hardly cared at all, but it felt as if the man she loved had finally returned to her. Emotion welled up so deeply, she struggled not to cry.
But he saw her tears anyway and wiped them with his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Lily. I lost myself.”
He started to pull away, but she refused to let him go. Her voice cracked in a sob and she admitted, “I’m not crying because you hurt me. I’m crying because I missed you so badly. I love you, Matthew. Don’t ever leave me again.” She traced the lines of his back, feeling the scars there, and then moved until his body was fully embedded within hers.
“I won’t,” he swore. For long moments, they lay together, their heartbeats returning to a slower pace. “Am I getting heavy?”
Small aftershocks caused her body to arch against him, but she welcomed the pleasurable sensations. “I love feeling your body upon mine.” She kissed him softly and added, “Thank you for telling me about what happened to you.”
He framed her face and looked into her eyes. “I am not the same man, after what happened in India. It changed me, Lily.”
