He kissed her blushing cheeks as his own hair fanned out around them,
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blocking out the cold white sterility of his bedroom. He pulled back the covers, allowing her to shift onto the sheet with a little help. She removed his robe as he did likewise with his towel and tossed it on a chair and climbed under the covers with her. He settled his big body over her warm, curvaceous form.
She smiled up at him, and her eyes fluttered closed with a contented-sounding sigh. He pressed his body to her, smiling tenderly at her as she looked up at him so trustingly. “I love being like this with you. I feel safe and protected.” She paused, and her eyes grew shiny with unshed tears.
“Eli? What if I hadn’t given in to your persistence? What if I’d convinced you that I was too jealous and not worth the trouble? What if we missed this, here, right now? How would I know to regret it every day of my life? This moment with you is everything to me now that I know. I could have missed it if I’d kept running.”
“No regrets, right? My dad says, ‘Live life with no regrets, nothing left undone or unsaid, because you never know how long you have.’” He caught a tear with his thumb as it slipped across her temple.
“Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I’m so emotional tonight.”
“You’re in your heart, which is a good place to be. I feel the same way, honey,” he murmured, his voice shaking a little.
He slid his lips in a slow, brushing trail down her quivering torso. She moaned softly as he lifted her hips gently to him and pressed his lips to her soft abdomen, just inches above her mound. He lifted one of her thighs and placed a gentle kiss on her silky inner thigh at her knee before working his way down to her pussy. He pressed his lips at the dip between her inner thigh and her outer labia, and his black hair streamed across her pussy. She moaned softly in frustration as he skipped over the area where she evidently wanted his mouth most and worked his way once again from the other inner knee and slowly down her thigh.
“You torture me, Eli. Please, I need your mouth on me. I need you so much it hurts,” she murmured in a shaky, husky voice filled with need.
He lifted her thigh so he could look into her eyes as he smiled down at her, slowly placing one kiss after another in a damp, slow trail that led straight to her pussy. She whimpered as he came closer and closer, flicking with his tongue so she’d know what else he would use on her. Her breaths
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came in rasping pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He caressed her abdomen, soothing her with gentle hands.
His hair slid over her abdomen, and he took a thick lock of it and gently trailed it over her wet, open pussy lips. She tilted her head back on her pillow, a whimper coming from her as he slid it up, ever so softly, over her engorged clitoris, tickling her mound with the very ends before drawing the lock over her lips once again. He could tell she was actively trying to hold her orgasm off, trying to wait for him, swallowing convulsively, her breathing now staccato panting.
Judging by her sounds, she needed his touch desperately, and as he reached the base of her thigh, his tongue dragged over her wet pussy lips.
She was coated with her sweet juices, so ready to receive him and so hot for him. She tried to keep her noises quiet, moaning softly and sighing his name over and over again. He kissed her lips and slid his tongue into her opening again and flicked up gently and slowly to her clit, feeling it the instant her tension broke like a bowstring pulled too tight and finally released.
She sobbed as he laved her swollen clit then slid into her entrance again and tasted the sweet cream that flowed from her powerful orgasm, licking each drop from her lips. Eli slid his hand up her outer thighs and over her hips and rib cage, soothing her as he was overcome by a feeling of utter masculine possessiveness toward her. He felt pride in his ability to give her such pleasure and loved to see her blushing and moaning beneath him in the absolute height of ecstasy.
Her sobs quieted to soft moans, and he felt dazed by her response to him. He looked into her dark blue eyes, and a profound peace filled him.
“My angel.” He closed his eyes, so overwhelmed was he by his emotions.
He kissed her inner thigh before settling himself in the cradle her body formed for him, giving ease to him, innocent to the deep way she affected him.
Maybe tomorrow at the lake he could explain to her why he reacted to her this way, the peace she brought to him. Maybe he could explain the painful place inside him that she alone had been capable of healing with her love, her smiles, and her acceptance of him. Right now, all he could focus on was being inside her and feeling her silken warmth caress his hardened shaft. He wanted to fill her and claim her as his one true love. His angel .