The Darkest Hour(48)

"That was amazing," he said breathlessly.

She pulled away, her hand still cupping him, and looked up at him, her  eyes glowing with desire. Hell, maybe he hadn't lied about being able to  get it up again so soon. If she kept looking at him with those  temptress eyes, he'd be sporting wood the size of a tree trunk.

"Come here," he muttered as he reached down to hook his hands underneath her arms.

He pulled her up and into his arms. She hastily licked her lips,  removing his semen from her mouth just before he crushed his lips to  hers.

"It's my turn," he rasped as he nibbled at her plump lips.

Her entire mouth was cherry red and delectably swollen from the  attention she'd given him. He was determined to give her every bit as  much pleasure as she'd given him. He wanted her screaming his name when  she came.

He reached down and slid his hands underneath the T-shirt, yanking  impatiently. She stepped back and allowed him to pull it over her head.

All the air left his lungs when she stood before him in only a pair of  plain white panties. How could she make a slip of cotton look so darn  erotic?

His gaze traveled to her full breasts, and he couldn't resist the urge  to palm them both, measuring the weight and size in his hands.

They were perfect. Like her. Soft and incredibly silky against his  fingers. He brushed the pads of his thumbs over the swollen crests and  watched in fascination as they puckered into taut peaks.

"Tell me you want me, Rachel. Tell me you need me," he begged softly.

She circled his neck with her arms and leaned into his body, her face upturned, her eyes shining with desire.

"I do need you, Ethan. So much. Love me, please."

He hugged her to him and let his hands glide down to the curve of her  bottom. He loved touching her, loved how she reacted to the simplest of  caresses.

He fondled the shapely globes then traced one finger up the cleft to the small of her back and chuckled when she shivered.

"You used to love it when I went all he-man and carried you off to my cave."

She made a soft humming sound that told him she wasn't at all opposed to the idea.

He nibbled at her ear and tongued the shell, knowing he'd get another  full-body shiver out of her. She sagged against him and he grinned as he  tasted the softness of her neck.

Reaching down, he hooked his arm underneath her knees and hoisted her up  against his chest. She settled against him. A perfect fit. Like she'd  never left. Like he'd never made her leave.

Hope beat so hard in his chest that he could feel each painful burst. Let this be it for them. He couldn't lose her again.

Laughter spilled from her lips, carefree and beautiful as he strode to  the bedroom. When he got to the bed, he spun around with her in his  arms, simply enjoying the joy in her eyes.

When they were both dizzy, he dropped her onto the bed, and she sprawled on her back, her eyes still laughing up at him.

"Ditch the underwear," he growled.

Giggling, she reached down with her thumbs but then stopped and stared mutinously up at him.

"If you want them off, you do it."

He raised one eyebrow and stood back, hands on his hips. "Getting saucy on me, wench?"

She stifled her laughter with one hand, but her shoulders shook and her breasts jiggled enticingly.

He crawled onto the bed and loomed over her on hands and knees. He  planted one palm next to her side and reached with his other hand to  slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

His patience gone, he pulled, working the delicate material over her  hips until the soft flesh of her pussy filled his vision. He let her  kick free of the underwear, and then he ran his fingers up the inside of  her leg until the downy tuft of hair whispered over the tips.

With the pad of his thumb, he stroked over the plump folds. Her liquid  heat surrounded his fingers as he delved beyond the soft lips. She  arched and moaned, such a needy sound that sent a bolt of lightning  straight up his dick.

Going up on his knees, he nudged her legs farther apart until the pink  flesh glistened in the low light. He swallowed hard then lowered himself  so he could lose himself in her sweetness.

"Ethan," she whispered as his mouth found her.                       
       
           



       

He lazily tongued her, taking his time and eliciting delicate little  shivers with each lick. Her clit puckered and swelled against his lips.  He circled it, leaving a wet trail as he worked it into a quivering,  tight bud.

He hadn't forgotten how to pleasure her. He knew her body better than  his own. He hadn't always been a selfish bastard, and now he reveled in  reacquainting himself with all his favorite ways to please her.

One finger slipped inside her entrance. She gripped it, her muscles  convulsing wetly. He withdrew, sucked the moisture from his finger and  then probed her opening with his tongue.

She came off the bed, gasping his name. Her hips bucked upward, and her  fingers curled into the sheets. Her chest heaved with each breath and  her nipples were beaded into tight little knots.

"Come in my mouth just like I came in yours," he said hoarsely.

Her eyes glittered and her face was flushed with excitement and arousal.  He lowered his head again and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. He  held it between his lips and feathered his tongue over the tip with  just enough force to make her squirm wildly.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably. She arched, all her muscles tensing against him. She was close, so close.

He sucked harder at her clit, taking care not to cross that delicate  line between pain and pleasure. When she let out a cry, he quickly moved  down, covered her opening with his mouth and sucked hard.

Her taste exploded on his tongue as her orgasm rolled like a force of  nature through her body. She twisted and writhed underneath him, but he  held her hips firmly as he drank every bit of her essence.

Silky and sweet like honeysuckle.

Before she completely came down, he spread her wider then moved up her  body until his straining cock pressed urgently where his lips had just  left.

He slipped inside, taking care not to hurt her. She took him with ease,  and he glided over her swollen tissues, absorbing the sensation of her  hot and wet around him.

Liquid heat. Velvet. Heaven.

Her legs came up and wrapped around him, holding him deep. He lowered  himself over her, coming down like a blanket. She cradled him, taking  his weight, and he lay there for a long moment just enjoying their  connection.

Her hands traveled over his back, up to his shoulders and then to his  neck, and cupped his jaw. She raised her mouth and crushed it to his.

Hot. Wild. Incredibly sweet. She held so much power, and he doubted she  even realized it. He was hers. He belonged completely and utterly to  her.

Lifting himself slightly off her, he adjusted his position and settled  more comfortably between her thighs. She lifted her hips and he went  deeper.

With a groan he withdrew and then thrust forward again. She reached up  and wrapped her arms around him. Her entire body was wrapped tightly  around him. He sheltered her. It was just the way it should be.

"Ethan," she whispered again.

He'd never tire of hearing his name on her lips.

He drove into her, his senses blurring. She was here. In his arms. Safe.

Faster. Harder. She took everything he gave. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her legs trembled around him.

She was so tight, so swollen around him. Liquidy satin. He was mindless.

"Rachel. Baby."

The words slipped from his lips as every muscle in his body went tense.  His orgasm flashed, much faster and more intense than before. There was  no long buildup, just an instant explosion, so vivid that he lost  himself for several moments.

When he regained at least a semblance of consciousness, he looked down  to see Rachel staring up at him with her heart in her eyes. His breath  caught in his throat. Then she said it.

"I love you, Ethan."

Tears blurred his vision, sharp and stinging. He didn't have words. He  couldn't have spoken if he'd wanted to. The knot in his throat  threatened to choke him. He tried to breathe around it and found himself  closed off.

"Oh God, baby. I love you too. So damn much."

He dropped his forehead to hers, and both their chests heaved against each other as they tried to catch up.

After several seconds, he wondered if he'd dreamed it, if his need to hear it had manifested itself in fantasy.

"Say it again," he choked out.

Her eyes went soft, and she framed his face with her hands. For a moment  she idly stroked the contours of his jaw and stared up at him with so  much emotion reflected in her gaze.

"I love you. I love you so much, Ethan. I may not remember everything,  but if feels right. We feel right. I'm as sure of this as I am of  anything."

A tear splashed onto her cheek. He hadn't even felt it fall. His breath  simmered in and out as he tried to hold in the emotion. It was like a  dam breaking, though. He simply gathered her in his arms, their bodies  still joined, and held on for dear life.