He was hard, ready to love, and she caressed him, wanting him, wanting to take her time. They hadn’t made love in a year and now that they’d started, she couldn’t stop and she was certain Tom didn’t want to stop. He picked her up and moved to her new bed. He lay down, holding her against him while he stroked and kissed her and moved over her.
He showered kisses on her, starting at her ankle, and then stretched beside her and drew her closer, his leg moving between hers, parting her legs as he caressed her intimately.
She held him tightly, kissing him, the pressure building while desire intensified. Her hips moved and she arched against his hand, straining for release.
His fingers drove her, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue sending her over the edge as she thr
ashed and burst with release and need for all of him.
She moved over him to kiss him, taking him in her mouth, using her tongue and hands while she rubbed her breasts against him.
With a growl deep in his throat, he rolled her over and moved between her legs to look down at her.
“You’re beautiful. I’ll be right back,” he said, starting to leave.
“I don’t need protection,” she replied, the moment changing as reality invaded the passionate idyll they had created. “I can’t get pregnant, Tom.”
He kissed her again, another devastating kiss that made her want him inside her and drove her wild with need. Shifting away swiftly, she got on her knees.
“We’re doing this, so let’s take our time. I haven’t been loved by you in so very long. Take the night and drive away our sorrows. Let’s grab joy here and hold it tight. I’m going to make you want me like you never have before,” she said, her tongue stroking his thick manhood. “Turn over.”
She caressed the backs of his legs, her hands trailing lightly over sculpted, hard muscles. She slowly ran her tongue, hot and wet, up the backs of his thighs, her fingers moving between his legs, her hand playing over his hard butt. Then he rolled back over, pulling her on top of him to kiss her passionately.
As she looked down at him, she wondered why he dazzled her so much and always had. “I can’t resist you,” she said.
“That’s my line,” he replied solemnly. “You have it all mixed up—I’m the one who can’t resist.”
She swung her leg over him to kneel beside him, running her tongue over him again while her fingers stroked and toyed with him. He fondled her breasts, his hands warm, his fingers brushing her nipples. Then he shifted, turning to take her breast in his mouth and run his tongue over the taut peak.
She tried to caress and kiss every inch of him until Tom knelt between her legs, putting her legs on his shoulders, his hands driving her to more heights.
“Come here,” she demanded, tugging his hip with one hand, holding his rod with her other. “I want you inside me.”
He shifted, coming down to give her a deep kiss that made her heart pound as she clung to him. “Tom, love me. I want you more than you can imagine.”
He entered her slowly, filling her and almost withdrawing, moving with slow strokes that drove her wild as she tugged at him. She locked her long legs around his waist, clinging to him, wanting to consume him and for both of them to reach ecstasy and release.
He kissed her as he took his time, driving her wild with need. And then he thrust deep and faster, pumping and taking her with him as tension built until she climaxed, bursting with release, rapture, crying out.
“I love you,” she gasped without thought.
Tension gathered swiftly again, built, and she achieved another orgasm. Tom kept up his relentless thrusts, and in minutes, his shuddering release came as she gasped and cried out with another. They clung tightly to each other and gradually her breathing slowed to normal. Then they were finally still, locked in each other’s arms.
He showered light kisses on her temple, her ear, her cheek while he finger-combed her long hair away from her face.
Shifting, he held her close and kept her with him as he rolled to his side and faced her, all the while continuing to brush light kisses on her body and lips.
She knew when she let him go and the idyll ended, their problems would emerge, as omnipresent as ever. The problems they had between them would last a lifetime. Nothing could take them away. The moments of lovemaking only briefly blocked everything else out.
Feeling sadness seep back, she held Tom. She couldn’t give him more children and he didn’t want to stay married.
“You have to be the sexiest man ever.”
One corner of his mouth rose in a slight smile. “I don’t think you have a lot of experience to compare, but I’m glad you think that,” he said gently. “Em, there aren’t words for how much I wanted to make love to you.”
“We didn’t solve anything tonight,” she said, voicing aloud her thoughts. “I don’t care. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to make love.” He was damp with sweat, his hair a tangle. She wound her fingers in it, running them down over the stubble on his jaw. Then her fingers played over the red lightning bolt tattoo on his right shoulder. She stroked his back, sliding her hand over his butt, down to the back of his thigh.
His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer against him. “You’re right. It didn’t change anything, but I wanted to hold you and kiss you again. Let me stay here with you a bit. You have the rest of your life to get away from me,” he said. And that hurt. Reality was coming back and she couldn’t stop it.