“Your tongue is talented,” she said giddily when his lips reached for hers once again.
“Ah, but there’s more, so much more.
His suggestive remark sent a frenzy of desire shooting through her and she said, “Show me.”
Lachlan grinned. “With pleasure.”
He started at her neck and worked his way down, slowly tasting her as if she was an exquisite wine that needed to be savored to fully enjoy. He drank deeply of every inch of her and when he spread her legs apart to delve into her sweetness she startled and he chortled and…
Terese was screaming out with pure pleasure and as he moved over her, he whispered, “That’s just to start, as I promised you there’s much, much more.”
And she wanted more, she wanted everything he could give her and then some. She welcomed him, her arms going around him, her body rising up to greet him.
“I want you,” she said softly.
He brushed her lips with a kiss. “And you shall have me forever and always.”
For now, she reminded herself. For now. And tears formed in her eyes.
“No, love, no tears.” He soothed and kissed at the corner of her eyes. “This is good. This is right and I will never, ever hurt you. You have my word on that. Trust me, always trust me. I will never fail you.”
She wanted to believe. She wanted to hope, but then hope had died a long time ago for her. But she had this moment, this time with him and she would enjoy it.
“I have never known such pleasure, such utter joy as I do here with you.”
He grinned, that charming grin of his and it made her smile.
“I will make sure that you always know pleasure and joy with me, and in a moment I’m going to make you mine forever and always.”
“I’d like that,” she whispered, for she truly would like to be his forever and always, though again, it could never be.
He kissed her then and touched her, here, there, and everywhere setting her flesh on fire, her skin tingling with a heat that ached for relief. He slipped full over her and captured her hands, she gladly locking hers with his and then he slipped gently into her.
He took his time, though she rather he didn’t. The deeper he got the deeper she wanted him until she rose up to meet him forcing the final thrust that had her moaning with the sheer joy of it.
He set the rhythm and she joined in. It was so very natural, so very good, so very right, and she lingered in the budding sensation that grew and grew until she was digging her fingers into his back and begging for…something.
It came like a flood that engulfed her, swallowed her and left her barely able to breath. She gasped and clung to him as ripple after ripple vibrated through her body and she felt when his body did the same, and he held on to her as she did to him.
He kept her at his side when he slipped off her and she was glad of it for she didn’t want to separate from him just yet. Though their bodies were damp, this time with perspiration, she wanted to feel every inch of his flesh beside hers.
He was a magnificent creature, not lean or large, which made him perfect in shape and form, muscled but naturally so, though he was endowed with a sizeable manly organ and that gave her a chuckle.
“I amused you?” Lachlan asked with a laugh.
Terese was blunt and gently cupped him in her hand though he was more than a handful. “My thought was of your size.”
“And you find that amusing?” he asked with a teasing poke to her arm.
She giggled and jiggled him in her hand. “I find you endowed beyond expectations.”
“Be careful, he’ll respond to your charm,” he warned playfully.
She returned his playfulness. “I haven’t worn him out?”
“You have a long way to go for that.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll do better then that, I’ll show you all night long,” he said.
“Promise,” she repeated with a soft franticness. “Promise me you’ll show me all night and all the days we have left together.”
He looked at her strangely then took hold of her face. “All the days we have left together I will make love to you.”
He kissed her and she felt tears well in her eyes. She didn’t want him to see and so when their kiss ended she rested her head on his shoulder and forced not one tear to spill. She wouldn’t let him see her cry, wouldn’t let him know her pain. She would love him while she could and then they would be no more.
Lachlan kept his promise; they made love throughout the night, the thunder punctuating a climax or two and the steady rain falling outside a soothing melody. Sleep was stolen between bouts of lovemaking and then there was the talk, she encouraging Lachlan to share his family memories and she envious of his close family ties.