His hand rested over her abdomen, as her hand came up to cup his jaw, and he knew in that moment that he’d found it again. The heart he’d given her all those years ago, lost to him until now.
‘Let me make love to you.’
To anyone else it would sound arrogant, commanding. But he knew she’d understand it as a request, because she was the one who held all the power in this moment.
‘Please,’ she replied, and he dropped his head in relief and thanks, before slipping his hands beneath her to gather her to him. He buried his head in her, inhaling her scent, giving himself to her as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. And in that instant, he surrendered to her and she let him. She took everything that he offered, unquestioning and without judgement.
His lips found her chest, her breasts, her mouth, her shoulder, his hands finding her hips, her curves, palming firm muscles and lithe grace, until they were both panting and desperate.
He released her only to reach towards the nightstand, when she stayed his hand. He looked at her questioningly.
‘We don’t need to use protection,’ she said, her voice husky, eyes sparkling.
‘Are you sure?’ he hesitated.
She smiled, shyly. ‘Yes.’
‘I’ve been tested. You have nothing to worry about.’
‘I know you would never put me at risk,’ she said with a solemn gaze, before pulling him back to her and into a kiss that reached his very soul. The trust she was giving him, letting him into her in such a way, humbled him.
Maria looked into his gaze, so serious it was as if he were almost sad. And she felt it. A kind of grief for all they had been through, all the hurts and the years apart, all the painful ways they had been thrust into adulthood, the innocence that had once been between them long since lost.
She kissed him in a way hoping to heal, in a way that promised to do better, be better, for him, for their child, for herself. A kiss that started off slow, reverent, but stoked the fires of need until flames licked at her skin where he touched her. Restless with need, her legs shifted to make room for him, as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, her chest, as he palmed her breast and nipped at her nipple, licking, stroking, urging those flames higher.
Damp heat pooled between her legs, pulse points throbbing incessantly, needing his touch or tongue to soothe them. Need became sighs that fell from her lips, as her body undulated against him, desperate for friction, for release, forhim.
‘I could watch you forever,’ he said, his gaze on hers as he parted her thighs with one hand, his fingers delving between her legs and finding her core. Her back arched away from the bed as he tested her readiness with his fingers, his thumb pressing gently, but firmly against her clitoris.
‘Move for me?’ he all but begged, and she understood that he wanted her to move against his thumb. That he wanted her to please herself. Heart thumping wildly in her chest, emotion thick in her throat, her entire body flushed, nipples tightening under his voyeurism as she moved against his hand, the moan of pleasure filling the air between them; hers, his, it didn’t matter.
‘Micha,’ she begged.
‘Not yet.’
‘But I want you with me,’ she all but pleaded.
‘But I want this more,’ he replied, forcing her to a pleasure that was near indecent.
Her gasps filled the room, the rose petals crushed beneath her, and his other hand came to rest across her abdomen, comforting, protective. Red slashes appeared on his cheeks as she drew closer and closer to an orgasm she half feared.
‘Micha.’
Her hands reached for his, needing that connection, that anchor, as if without it she might just fly away and lose herself completely. The orgasm built with a kind of slow intensity she’d never experienced, with a tide that started at her feet, creeping higher and higher up her body until she crested a wave so big she thought she might drown beneath the pleasure he brought her.
Her entire self was lost, boneless, weightless, thoughtless, lost not to nothingness but to him. Micha. Who held her and soothed her as she came back to herself in shivers and lightning strikes that threatened to change the very fabric of her being.
She opened her eyes to find his gaze on hers, wonder in his eyes…the same wonder that she felt.Micha.It was the gaze of a boy she’d not seen for eleven years and ridiculously she felt tears well in her eyes, and blinked, hoping to stop the flow before it started.
‘Mi amore,’ he said, but she wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready to hear the rest of what he had to say. She felt so raw and vulnerable, she knew instinctively that he could break her, not with savage words or rejection, but with his love.
She took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. Used that same hand to draw him to her, and kissed away the hurt and the fear that she felt, willingly losing herself to him and his body. And if he knew what she was doing, he had the kindness not to stop her.
She moaned when she felt the steel-like press of his erection against her thigh. Ravenous and wanton, that’s what he’d turned her into. She reached for him, palming the velvet length of him, her thumb tracing the small liquid bead at the head of his penis, and bit her lip in delicious expectation. He batted away her hand, and she growled in playful frustration. And when his lips found hers, she could trace the half smile on his mouth.
‘Micha,’ she whispered into his ear, letting her sighs tell him how much she wanted him. How much she wanted this.
He notched himself at her core, kissing her deeply. She felt the racing of his heart against hers, where their chests pressed against each other and it was as he whispered ‘mi amore’ into her ear that he pushed into her slowly, surrounding her in such exquisite pleasure she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. Time lost all meaning as slow thrusts turned quick, powerful and deliciously hard. He filled her completely and left her almost never, as they spent hours and seconds and minutes discovering what it should have always been like between them. By the time another orgasm came for her, Micha was with her and when she fell, she was wrapped in his arms and they fell together.
