“I’ve always been able to feel you, right from the beginning.”
He reached out and ran a hand down her hair. “I remember. You looked right up at me. I thought you were beautiful. I needed to talk to you.”
She raised her hand, and he reached for it, bringing it up to rest on his chest.
“You feel my heartbeat?” he asked.
She nodded and tapped her finger. “It’s so strong that I could use this like a metronome and keep time when I play.”
“It beats for you.”
“As mine does for you.”
He reached across the bed, pulling her closer to his side under the sheets, until their legs were entwined and their noses brushed.
“I want you to tell me everything, and I want to tell you everything,” he said, as eager as a child.
She grinned against his mouth and ran her fingers down over his cheek and jaw. “Everything?” she asked, and kissed his mouth.
“Yes, everything.”
“I love you. That is the beginning, and that is the end. That is everything.”
He rolled her over so she was lying on her back. He followed until he was above her, hands on both sides of her dark hair. He touched the strands gently and looked down into the loving eyes peering up at him. Her eyes were so beautiful that they stole his breath.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her reverently. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and he felt her thighs part slowly, allowing him to slide sensually between her legs. When hiscock brushed up against her warm mound, her mouth parted against his lips.
Her breath was becoming his, their souls becoming one.
“You, Chantel. You are everything,” he told her as he brushed his fingertips across her lowered lids. He closed his eyes and rocked his hips, pressing himself lovingly against her. “Your lips,” he whispered. “Your eyes, your talented fingers, and your perfect soul. All of that is everything I want, and everything I need.”
He traced her warm hip as she lifted, allowing his hand to move under her curvy ass. Squeezing it gently, he raised her hips and pushed against her.
“Let me inside.” Gently biting her bottom lip, he pleaded, “Let me inside, and never let me go.”
She arched up, her body wrapped in sunlight, and pushed her wet folds against his pulsating erection. Rocking against her, he felt her arousal as it coated the tip of his hard cock. She was so ready, and her body was so needy that she cried out as he teased her with a gentle push, only giving her an inch before sliding back out of her completely.
Her ripe lips parted on a sigh as she arched up once more, pleading silently with her body. So, again, he slid inside her heat. This time, he pushed a little deeper and a little harder. As he retreated from her body, he felt her greedy pussy gripping him tightly.
Her neck strained back on his pillow, and the sheer eroticism of the moment crashed down over him.
“Phillipe,” she moaned. She gently sucked his finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the fingertip, teasing him, much like his cock was teasing her body. She bit down and raised her hips, letting him know that she was done playing.
Removing his finger, he placed one hand by her head and squeezed her ass with his other. He told her, “I love you,” rightbefore he thrust his cock deep inside her, feeling her warmth as it flooded over his hard, sensitive skin.
Bracing himself, he moved inside of her, slowly, like the beginning of a beautiful orchestral piece. He started out steady and calm. As her mouth parted and her thighs tightened around his waist, his hips moved faster, and the fury was upon them as they crashed down to earth.
Each entwined in one another, and each bathed in the other’s love.
No,he thinks as he stands and moves to the window, looking out at the arbor.
He can’t keep Gemma. To pretend otherwise would not be fair. While she is here, though, while she is here with them, maybe they can share her for just a little longer.
Fifteen
REQUIEM
Day 12
