"You should. I see only you." His voice was thick. "Now, are you going to put me out of my misery?"
"Are you miserable, darling?" She asked gently, running her fingers through the crispness of his chest hairs. "Because that's the state I've been in for a couple of months."
"I've been dying." He admitted. He slid one finger under the thin strap of the lingerie. "Very nice."
"You picked it out, in Paris."
"I have very good taste in underwear and women."
"The best. Now..."
"Nuh Uh." He shook his head and continued to undress her. "You've been running the show, doing all the talking." The scrap of material pooled around her. "It's my turn. I ache for you. Every day, every night. I'm like a boy with his first crush, a hundred times over. I love you with every breath I take. What I feel for you scares me because of the strength of it." He drew his fingers down her cheeks and pushed back her hair. "I was afraid to touch you for fear of hurting you."
"I need you to touch me."
"When I start," his eyes darkened, "I won't be able to stop."
"Good. I'm counting on it. I want quality time with you. All night. I slept earlier."
His chuckle was strained.
"You're giving me too much credit."
"Am I?" She arched her neck to give him access. He took it, lips trailing kisses along the skin until he was ravaging her throat.
She murmured deep in her throat, body already vibrating and tingling. "You smell heavenly."
"Hmm." She sighed when he started to nibble.
"I went all out."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Clamping his hands around her waist he drew her up until she was sitting on his lap.
"Kiss me darling." She urged.
He needed no second bidding. His mouth took hers in a kiss that seemed to deepen by degrees. Her heart melted and then her bones, until she could imagine herself floating on air. Her heart fluttered and all she could think of was, at last, thank God. Wounding her arms around his neck she gave and then gave some more.
Dragging his mouth from hers, he had to take several breaths, deep ones to steady himself. If he was not careful, it was going to be all over before it began and he didn't want that.
It had been too long.
"I need a minute," he told her hoarsely, when she started moving beneath him. "If not..." He kissed the tip of her nose and forced himself to slow down. "You enchant me." He whispered, trailing kisses down her cheek. "From that very first night, I was enraptured by you." He touched the seams of her lips with his tongue, just the tip of it. "It wouldn't have mattered if you were interested because of my money, my resources." His voice had thickened. "I was hooked." He rubbed her lips open and kissed her, slow drugging kisses that were twisting her inside and out. "I could not stay away." His hands framed her face, not steady. "If I had come that evening to find that you had six children, a dozen, it would not have made a difference. I couldn't have left. I've never felt this way before, ever." He entered her slowly,gliding into her warmth smoothly. "We fit perfectly. We always will."
His words had a stunning effect on her. Combined with the feel of him inside her, the touch of his lips on her flesh, she felt as if she was about to explode.
He moved slowly, eyes holding hers, body joined to hers, at last. At last, he told himself dazedly. This was home, right here with her, this was where he belonged.
When she wrapped around him, the climax was sudden and stunning, sending her arching towards him. The storm ripped through her already shattered body, making her weak. Tears came spilling down her cheeks, only to be kissed away by him.
"Take more." He whispered as he drove her up again.
Her eyes widened as the storm whipped through her already battered body. Emotions clamored for release. His name tumbled from her lips as she clung to him and surrendered. Letting go, he poured himself into her, his body shuddering, heart racing, flesh coated with moisture. At last, he thought raggedly and gave her everything.
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