Lilly lost all coherent thought. She closed her eyes from the glare of the sun and gave in to this sinful delight.
Michael had moved his hands below her, tilting her up for better access, and then reached around to part her gently and slide one finger inside. And then another. Her initial mortification forgotten, she now actively moved with him. Until she was falling, falling, falling. Waves of pleasure coursing through her.
She felt her womb pulsing, throbbing, around him when he finally paused his movements.
In her haze of bliss, she could not help but mourn the vanished promises of their youth. How had she lost him? Had the fates been against them all along? The warmth of his touch reminded her to remain in the present. She was here with him now. She would dwell neither on the past nor the future.
After placing a few kisses along her leg, Michael sat back upon his heels and stared down at her. His blue eyes looked darker, his pupils dilated, as he beheld her exposed body, flushed from his lovemaking.
He’d been the one, years before, who’d awakened her sensuality. She nodded slightly, and he reached to undo the fall of his breeches. She would have everything. If only for a day, if only for an hour. She’d learned the sweet bitterness of memories years ago. She welcomed new ones for the future.
She watched his bent head as he undid the buttons. And when he was free, she swallowed hard. He was larger than she remembered.
“See what you do to me.” He leaned forward to cover her again.
This time he settled his arousal between her thighs. Her wet heat welcomed him as she opened wider for his entry.
Slowly, for this must last a lifetime, they joined their bodies together.
Her legs wrapped around him, inviting him further as he pressed his forehead between her breasts. They had come home to each other. There were no barriers. There was no awkwardness.
Together, they moved imploringly until finding the rhythm that was uniquely theirs.
When Lilly had first made love with Michael at seventeen, it had been enchanting, almost dreamlike as they’d tangled and touched like water nymphs in a cave. She had experienced joy but had also been looking beyond the moment, believing it merely a taste of the passion she would share with Michael in the years to come.
This time she was keenly aware of what her future could hold. This would be the last time she would allow herself to be with him thusly, and therefore, she was determined to takepleasure in every moment. Reaching through the dizzying passion, she forced herself to open her eyes and watch him as he moved above her. His hair fell forward, partially covering his closed eyes.
Sensing her attention, he opened his eyes and returned her searching gaze. It was as though they could see into one another’s soul. Their two bodies became one, and for that twinkling of an eye, they shared one heart as well. Michael pulled back slowly and then firmly thrust again, burying himself to the hilt.
She welcomed the fullness.
They moved slowly at first, embracing each sensation until neither could hold back. But their passion had been denied for years, and a yearning hunger took over. Lilly clutched at him with her legs, her fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt. And then the world tilted slightly, and Michael’s movements quickened, faster and deeper still. The emptiness she’d felt for so long would finally be filled. Her legs gripped him tightly. She wanted this never to end, but as their tension built, she could not keep herself from falling into oblivious pleasure. Only then did she sense Michael’s surrender. His movements quickened, faster and deeper, nearly violent in his excitement. But he had not lost all control. Before reaching his own satisfaction, he pulled himself free of her legs, breathing harshly.
Lilly nearly cried, although logically she knew it was for the best. Breathing heavily, she knew the sensation all too well.
His seed was warm and thick as it spilled along her thigh.
It was for the best, she told herself, searching for a handkerchief. She was not his wife, after all. She wiped at the liquid and turned away.
Afterwards,Michael rolled to one side of Lilly and pulled her into his arms. He wished to hold her forever. Not wantingreality to intrude, he rubbed his cheek upon her hair as they both relaxed into each other. “Are you all right, love?” She’d wiped away their mess and then settled comfortably back into his arms. Neither of them had spoken yet, and he wasn’t ready to allow any distance between them.
She did not answer for so long, he thought she’d fallen asleep, but then she stretched her body and turned to face him. Her skirts and bodice were bunched around her waist, and Michael could not help but gaze at her skin, still flushed from their passion. He felt himself begin to harden again watching her move.
And then she spoke. “I know this—we, the two of us—for some reason is not to be. But I will cherish every moment with you, every touch.” She paused and looked beyond him and into the sky. Sunlight reflecting off the leaves sparkled in her eyes. “I know there ought to be guilt, but in this moment, I feel none. So please,please,do not apologize.”
Was he sorry? No. At least he’d been able to protect her somewhat. “I won’t,” he promised, one arm under her head, the other tucked between them. He’d not released his seed inside of her. When he’d tried to pull away, he’d had to free himself from her legs. He very nearly had not been successful. “My mind is in a turmoil, but right now the only thing I want to think about is how you feel. How you taste.”
There would be plenty of thinking to do later. What to do. When to do it. But for now, he would see her smile.
He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. Startled and now straddling him, she looked down into his face. Ah, there it was. That secret smile.
“You are a pagan goddess atop me.”
She mesmerized him. Her hair had come undone and tumbled down her back. As she leaned forward, a strand swung down to caress his lips. The tips of her breasts rubbed tantalizingly over the fabric of his shirt.
“Lilly,” Michael said.
“Yes,” she whispered, finding his heat with her own.
