“And now, I’m going to enjoy you properly. I’ll start by kissing your breasts and tormenting them until you are desperate for more.” He slid lower, to flick a nipple with his tongue. “Then, I will kiss my way down your body, tasting your downy skin, until I reach the place where you want me the most.” His fingercaressed the line of her closed nether lips, dipping a bit, probing her moisture. “You are so wet already. So needy for me. I’m going to stoke your desire until you are delirious with it, and only then will I give you the release.”
Her only response was a whimper and a desperate grab at his shoulders, but he held firm.
“Tell me. Do you want that?”
“Yes! Yes, I want it!”
His smile was pure sin as he lowered his head to lavish her breast with his entire mouth, sucking, pulling, licking it, while his nimble fingers played with the other nipple, bringing them both to excruciating sensitivity. Soon she was writhing uncontrollably, undulating her hips, attempting to get closer to him; she wanted more. Everywhere his hands touched, every place his lips kissed, if felt as if a healing balm soothed her wounded soul, and she needed more of it.
“Easy, my love. I’ll take care of you.”
Easy? She couldn’t. She was starving for him. Her body felt alien, painfully aware. Her heart was about to burst, and tears were threatening to overflow her eyes. She was here, with him. With the only man she had ever loved. And he was touching and pleasuring her in ways she had no longer thought possible. He had just called her love. Even if he didn’t mean it. Not really. Even if she couldn’t have him forever, this, right now, was another precious memory that would see her through the rest of her life without him.
Every kiss, every caress, every moment she was here with him was a moment she could push away the bleakness.
When he started painting kisses down her stomach and she realized what he meant to do, she grabbed his hair again, trying to stop him, or maybe hold him in place; she wasn’t sure. He looked at her, and the lambent desire in his eyes incinerated the last of her doubts. She opened her legs, opened herself to him.
He wasted no time and took her invitation with alacrity. Dipping his head and pleasuring her with languid strokes, with luscious licks that drove her to the edge of insanity and kept her suspended there. She lifted herself up from the bed and supported her torso on her elbows. Looked down to watch his head between her legs. Acknowledging that it was him, that this was real. His gaze snapped up and held hers in thrall while his ministrations never ceased. Daring her to give all of herself to him. Begging her to trust him.
He loved her with skill, but more than that, with undisguised adoration. It was evident in the way he touched her, in the sounds he made, in the way his hands held her and touched her as if she were precious to him. And she could believe it. For these glorious moments, his love permeated everything in her broken soul. Healing it, making it better. Drenching her with spring rain and making her pleasure bloom and grow. She abandoned herself to that power, allowing it to swell in her and make her explode in a sublime climax.
Shewasperfect.Betterthan the memory of her he held enshrined in his heart. He saw her conquer her fears with courage. Saw the moment she trusted him and allowed her desire free rein. They had always been meant for each other. When young, they had recognized it and had loved each other with the uncomplicated optimism of youth. Their love had been bright, glimmering, incandescent.
Now that they were older and had been battered by life, their desire had taken a deeper flavor. Like the delicate perfumes she created, multilayered and complex. Not all the notes werebright, but the darker notes supported the lighter ones, making them deeper.
He was amazed, humbled, and grateful that their special connection had not been severed in all their years apart. Through the time and lies, the inflicted wounds and unspeakable suffering, it had survived and turned richer. This moment was inevitable since the day they had reunited, he now realized. He had gazed upon her and the tug had been immediate and powerful.
He had been trying to deny it. First because he thought she had betrayed him. And when she had told him the truth, because he felt undeserving. For many despairing nights, the knowledge of how he had failed her tormented him out of sleep. He was not naive and could very well imagine all she had suffered. All she did not say, that maybe she couldn’t bring herself to speak about. He had witnessed her fragility, evidenced by her reluctance to surrender to the desire that simmered between them, and he had thought her broken forever.
He had ached for her. Agonized over how to help her heal. Even if her love was not for him anymore, he wanted her to be whole again. To be her former self. To recover that passion and joy and incredible sweetness that made her who she was.
And now she was here. Dissolving in his arms. Looking at his eyes as if she wanted to memorize him. He wanted to stretch this moment forever. But he also wanted to see her explode. Wanted to see the ecstasy wrench a scream from her throat. In the end, when her mouth slackened and her brow furrowed, he couldn’t resist the plea in those intense blue eyes of hers. He gave her everything, exactly what she had been craving, and had the immense satisfaction of seeing her fall back, her legs shaking and her eyes scrunching closed as delicious sounds of ecstasy tore from her. He laved every ounce of her arousal, hungry forher flavor, triumphant in the knowledge that he had been able to give her this.
Only when her flesh became so sensitized that the slightest touch made her twitch did he stop. He would have left the bed. He didn’t want to push her too far too soon. But she pulled him up by the hair.
“Hold me. Please.”
How could he deny that heartfelt plea? How could he deny them both when it was also what he wanted most in the world? He slowly crawled up her body, taking care to keep his menacingly aroused cock away from her. He had promised to do only what she asked, and she hadn’t asked for this. Maybe she wasn’t ready yet.
He would wait. He had waited twelve years to have her again. He could wait a lifetime if he had her with him. Keeping his lower body away, he hugged her and cradled her in his arms, nuzzled her hair, her neck, hunting for the fragrance that haunted his dreams. He found it, breathing deeply of it.
“Kiss me.”
Another command he was happy to obey. Taking her mouth with his, he let her taste the spicy scent of herself on his lips. God he loved her flavor. He couldn’t get enough of it. She kissed him greedily, as if she couldn’t get enough of him either. He gave her everything she asked, holding himself in check.
Until she turned her lower body and threw a leg over his hip, opening herself to him, pressing herself against his hardness. He grunted with a mixture of indescribable pleasure and pain, and disengaging their lips, smiled ruefully.
“Careful, my little fairy, or you could get more than you bargained for.”
“What if I want more?”
He looked at her. She was soft and pliant in his arms. Her gaze that of a woman well pleasured. His woman, that he hadpleasured thoroughly. That soft, dreamy haziness in her eyes was his victory.
“How much more?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“Everything. I want you, Michael. Make me remember. Help me forget.”
She crossed her legs around his hips, and their fate was sealed. He wanted her too much. Had waited for this moment for so long. It was necessary. Essential that they be together.
