He sat up straight still holding me in his lap and looked at me. I have never believed that I am a beautiful woman. Certainly I have assets, things about me that are intriguing, but beauty is not one of my virtues. I looked away, letting my hair fall across my eyes. He gently brushed it back from my face and placed the back of his hand against my cheek. It was a soft sort of surrender lying there letting him hold me, caress me. His other hand floated across my body, sending little flashes of electricity across my skin. He was slow, as I had been, exploring.
The heat built slowly in me again, but it was a different feeling, something deeper with an edge to it. I moaned low in my throat, losing myself to the sensation of his touch. He grinned a quirky little boy smile, shy in it. The rocky hardness of his face was transformed, traveling up through those perfect eyes to spear my heart with abandon. I reached up and traced one finger slowly down the scar on his cheek. I smiled up at him, genuine happiness spreading through me and whispered a single word, please.
He took his time, gently laying me down on the pillows. The heat from his body rivaled the heat from the fire and both mingled through my consciousness. His touch was the most gentle I have ever felt. To have that sweetness coming from such a hard man blew through my pain and something small let loose inside me. He covered me with kisses, with his body. I felt him grow hard against me and I wrapped my legs around him raising my hips to feel the head of his cock poised to take me. He paused, raised up above me and looked down into my eyes as he slide inside. I watched his face, his eyes as he did, that last vestige of control slipping away from us both.
We made love, slow and sweet by the fire. It was hours of gently lapping orgasms building on each each other like waves against the shore. There was no inch of each others bodies we left unexplored, nothing left to the imagination. Our urgency built with the waves, growing stronger until we were both washed away by the tidal wave of need. By this time I was so lost in desire that thought was obliterated. I lived in sensation, a liquid pool of molten heat. We spilled over into each other, scattering like stars in the night sky. The fire died down, cooled to embers. Like us it lay spent in a pile of ashes, a calm ending to the consuming roar. We drifted off to sleep, our minds joining our bodies in wasted bliss.
A quick snap to reality and I found myself standing once again with a gentle hand against my face. The music thumped in the background, ice blue eyes looking at me with a desire hotter than I had ever known. My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket. He felt it vibrate and looked down toward it. The spell broke when our eye contact did and I was left breathless, burning with need. Such sweet abandon I had felt, all in a matter of moments from a simple touch of a strong man. I rocked back on my heels and knew it was time to go home. My need was leaking dangerously close to the surface and if I didn’t escape now, it was going to swallow me whole.
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