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“Only you.” She comes back over to me and throws her arms around me, and I bend and pick her up. Laughing, she wraps her legs around me and kisses me.
“I missed you so much,” I say, walking through the living room, still kissing her.
She cups my face and brushes my jaw with her thumbs. “You’ve got bristles. I hardly ever see you with bristles.”
“I promise I’ll be careful on your thighs.”
She laughs and kisses me again, and it feels like coming home; like my birthday and Christmas and Valentine’s Day all rolled into one. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy.
I take her through to the bedroom, go over to the bed, and toss the duvet onto the floor. Turning, I sit and lie back, bringing her with me. Astride me, she makes herself comfortable and strokes my hair back off my forehead.
“You’re so handsome,” she murmurs. “You make my heart ache.” She kisses my jaw, brushing her lips against my stubble, to behind my ear. “Your hair’s damp. You’ve had a shower.”
“I went to the gym. I tried to run off my lust, but it didn’t work.”
She laughs and presses her lips around to my mouth. “Can I help with that?”
“I wish you would.”
She kisses me, and I smooth my hands down her back over her sweater, enjoying the feel of her small, slim frame, her sexy curves. Holding her butt, I tilt my hips up, and she sighs as I press my erection into her mound.
I can’t feel much though because she’s wearing jeans, so I push myself up, get to my feet, and let her legs slide down until she’s standing. “Clothes off,” I instruct, pulling up my tee.
“No,” she says, eyes sparking. “Make me.”
My heart bangs on my ribs. “With pleasure.” I grab the bottom of her sweater and yank it over her head in one easy move, and she squeals, turning to flee. I’m too quick for her though, and I throw an arm around her waist, pick her up, toss her back on the bed, flick open the button of her jeans, and peel them down her legs.
“Oh my God,” she says, wriggling as I finish removing them, “that was quick.”
“I don’t hang around when there’s a prize like this waiting.” I quickly remove my track pants and boxers, then grab her arm and roll her over, and flick open the catch of her bra. Leaving her on her front, I draw her underwear over her bottom and down her legs, and she sighs, her arms tucked beneath her, as I start kissing up the back of her legs.
She trembles, her flesh quivering, and I kiss over her bottom, then move up to cover her with my frame as I nuzzle her neck. “Are you cold?”
“No.” But she trembles again.
I reach over the edge and retrieve the duvet, and bring it over us. Turning her to face me again, I toss her bra away and pull her close against me, skin to skin, so we’re nestled beneath the warmth of the covers.
“I’m not cold,” she says. “It’s just being near you.”
I look into her eyes, warming all the way through. She shivers again, and I kiss her nose. “Elizabeth Tremble-ay,” I murmur, touched by her words.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” she whispers. “With you.”
We kiss for a long time, just enjoying the feel of each other’s skin, stroking, touching. Her body is so soft, her gentle curves like satin cushions beneath my fingers. Her hands travel over the muscles of my shoulders and arms, then slide around me to trace up my spine and over my shoulder blades. I kiss down to her breasts, take each nipple in my mouth in turn, and tease it until she clutches her fingers in my hair.
Now I’ve got her here, I’d like to spend hours arousing her, and give her multiple orgasms until she’s begging me to stop, but she obviously has different ideas. While we’re lying on our sides, she hooks a leg over my hip, lifts up, and moves until the tip of my erection parts her folds. I can’t help but push up, and in one smooth move I slide inside her.
We both groan, our mouths slanting as our tongues thrust and delve. I clutch the plump muscles of her bottom and encourage her to move, my hips meeting hers. She rocks slowly, moving back until I’m almost out of her, then sliding down my length until I’m buried deep inside.
“I want to make love to you for hours,” I tell her, “but you’re making it very difficult.”
“Later,” she whispers, suggesting she’s going to stay for a while, which sends tingles through me. “Right now, I’m not going to last that long. You’re too hot, too sexy. I want you too much,” she whispers, her mouth teasing mine.
“Come for me then,” I demand, rolling her onto her back so I can thrust with purpose, making sure I grind against her clit with each push of my hips. “Look at me.”
She opens her eyes and looks into mine, and it strikes me then that this is the first time we’ve made love completely sober. We’ve not had to use alcohol to encourage us to give up our inhibitions, or to persuade us that we’re not making a mistake. This is just us, pure and raw, and the thought fills me with joy.
“Oh God,” she whispers. “Hux…”
