AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re like a dream,” he murmured. “Perfection.”
He lowered his head, taking the peak of one breast into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking with his tongue, while his hand caressed the other. He then switched his attentions, moving his mouth to her other breast and switching his hand as well.
He heard and felt her breathing change, felt a subtle shift in her hips, and continued to lavish her with attention, wanting to turn her on and drive her crazy. She held his head and raked her fingers through his hair, and when he glanced at her face he saw that her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed pink, and her lips slightly parted.
That's it.
He pulled away from her, covered her breasts, and grabbed the camera with shaky hands. She slowly opened her eyes as if emerging from a deep sleep, and their color was a beautiful shade of deep green, a color fueled by desire.
He grinned, despite the fact that he was in the same shape—incredibly aroused, almost painfully so. He looked at her with barely restrained lust, and after taking a few pictures, he set the camera down. In a flash he peeled off his jeans, yanked back the sheet, and had her pinned to the bed.
He yanked open the drawer of her bedside table, praying he'd find another condom there and feeling a wave of relief when he did. He quickly unwrapped it and put it on, and after pressing her hands to the mattress he began a slow slide into her. But at the sounds that escaped her lips, he couldn’t stop himself and plunged deep. She wrapped her legs around him and begged him to let her hands go so she could touch him.
He shook his head, smiling wickedly, and instead held them above her head, holding them with his left hand and reaching down with his right to caress her breasts, teasing and stroking the peaks, feeling them harden further. Her body tightened on his, and he nuzzled her jaw.
“Look at me, Lizzy.”
She opened her eyes and gazed at him, and his thrusts slowed to an unhurried, deliberate pace. Her lips parted as her breathing grew more rapid, and she suddenly cried out. He let go of her hands and braced himself to thrust into her deeper, and when she drew her knees back, he gave one final thrust and came so hard he would swear his eyes rolled back in his head.
His body trembled as he struggled to catch his breath, and when he realized he was nearly smothering her he tried to move, but she only held him tighter.
“Don't eventhinkabout it,” she warned.
He chuckled, but stayed where he was.
“Do you know what you just did?” she asked.
“Yes, and I’ll be glad to do it again if you need clarification.”
She pinched his hip. “I'm not talking aboutthat. You called me Lizzy. You've never called me anything but Elizabeth before…well, unless you count ‘Miss Bennet,’ or ‘one of those Cape Cod beach girls.’”
He laughed and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “It slipped out. But I’ve called you Lizzy before. Don't you remember? The night we were at Whimsy… Lydia kept calling me Willy, which you foundveryamusing.”
“Oh, I forgot about that!” She placed warm kisses along his neck. “I kind of like it. It sounds very sexy, coming from your delicious mouth.”
“I'll have to remember that…Lizzy.”
After kissing contentedly for a while, they decided they should get out of bed, though neither was truly happy about it. Elizabeth went to shower, and when she was ready, they would head back to New Seabury so he could shower and change, and they would plan the rest of their day from there.
Now, as she walked around after her shower, wrapped in a towel, he had to restrain himself from dragging her back to bed. She dug through her refrigerator and pulled out an apple.
“We need to include food in our plan. I'm famished.”
She tossed him an apple as well, and when she winked at him and then walked into her bedroom to get dressed, he sighed happily.
Something momentous had happened this morning—and it wasn’t as simple as Elizabeth deciding she wanted to have sex. If itwasas simple as that, it would have happened weeks ago. No…he knew in his gut that something in her mind, something in herheart, had shifted. She’d made a decision about him, aboutthem. He wanted to talk about it, but would wait for her cue.
She walked back into the living room carrying a small duffel bag. “I'm bringing a change of clothes in case we plan something for later.”
“Good idea.”
He looked her over appreciatively. She wore a navy-blue tank top, her white shorts showed off her beautifully tanned legs, and her hair, still damp from the shower, fell around her shoulders. He went to her and dropped a kiss on her neck.
“Let's take your camera, so we can use up that film. The quicker we use it, the quicker I get my pictures.”
“Good idea. Maybe I'll find some unsuspecting souls to photograph at the beach.”
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him as she laughed.
“Isn't it strange how things happen? You invadedmyprivacy and caused my sister and metremendousupset, and yet…you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me.” He kissed her and nuzzled her nose. “Ready?”
She nodded, her eyes glistening. “Yes, I’m ready. For all of it. For everything.”
