She’d never known it could be like this. Making love on a hotel bed could be fun even as it was hot and intense.
“You have the best giggle in the whole world.” Rex’s voice was a purr in her ear.
She smiled at the thought. He might not like being compared to a cat. In fact, she suspected he would hate it. Later on, she’d have to make sure to tell him she’d thought of it. For now, all she could focus on was he’d slipped her panties down her legs and his skilled hands had begun to stroke her pussy. With two fingers, he stretched her open.
“You’re already so wet for me. I bet I can make you even more so.”
“Cocky.”
He quickly found the small bud of nerves near her entrance. Like he was already an expert in her body’s secrets, he swirled his fingers over her clit. It was fast, as if her body had been desperate for him before she’d ever even met him. Pleasure surged through her body, taking her breath. Her muscles began to quiver.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let it go. I want to feel you come on my fingers.” Randolph didn’t have to ask her twice. Colors exploded before her eyes as her orgasm overtook her. She screamed his name and tears exploded from her eyes.
He never stopped stroking her, even as she stopped quivering beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, Elizabeth.”
This time when her cheeks heated up she didn’t mind the embarrassment because she could see in his eyes he meant every word he said. For those few seconds they stared silently at each other, she wanted to be exactly as he saw her. She wished she could be the pure, perfect woman who Rex saw when he regarded her. Never had she been so certain she knew what another person was thinking.
Elizabeth. His voice in her mind added to their intimacy.
Yes?
I want to be inside you now.
She laughed. “By all means.”
He leaned down, gently kissing her on the mouth for a few minutes until she was warm and content again. It felt so right to be with him like this.
Elizabeth could feel him pressed up against her. The tip of his penis moved to the edge of her opening. She squirmed until he was nearly inside of her. In one thrust, he entered her. She gasped. Never before had she felt so full. He was fully inside of her.
His face had fallen serious, hard lines surrounding his eyes and mouth. “Is this okay?”
Reaching up to stroke the side of his face, all she wanted to do was to relieve the tension she saw there. He needed to be brought back to where she was—the two of them connected like they were one being instead of two. “It’s more than okay, Randolph. It’s perfect.”
He nodded, some of the tension eased away from his back. Then he began to move.
In small thrusts at first that became harder and harder, he moved within her. Elizabeth lost all sense of time. She could have been anywhere—even floating above the earth on another planet—because the only thing existing in the universe was the two of them locked in this most intimate of embraces.
The more the tension increased, the harder it became to hold back her pleasure. She wanted this to last forever. Her body felt like it had been made for this moment. Her muscles contracted around him as he fit her perfectly.
Finally, an explosion of sensation traveled up her spine and moved out of her with the power of a bomb going off. She yelled his name, pleading with the universe to make the pleasure continue.
Rex followed her, gripping her against him as he came screaming her name.
Panting, she opened her eyes. For a moment, she couldn’t believe what she saw. It wasn’t possible. Except that it was happening. As conscious thought returned to her, she could feel the vision in front of her eyes happened.
A cord connected the two of them. Colors traveled from his body into hers as the same thing occurred in the opposite direction. Without having to be told, she realized what was going on. Parts of Rex’s soul were moving from his body into hers where she was sure they would stay. “Randolph, open your eyes.” She almost couldn’t breathe from the beauty of the moment. For the rest of eternity, she would know him better than any two people ever got to truly know each other.
Red came first. It was Rex’s passion. She could feel it surround her. He did nothing halfway. Blue—the color of his loyalty. It was as much a part of him as his passion. Red and blue together, she knew he would never be anything but fierce and loyal to her.
Yellow followed. Rex had a sensitive side. He might not like to acknowledge it, but it was there, fragile and open. But that wasn’t alone. There was a dark gray part of Rex which entered her. The part of him that said he would do whatever had to be done to make things work for his family. He considered this his dark side, but she saw what it was: pragmatism. Elizabeth understood this part of him very well. It was a character trait she felt certain she shared with him. It didn’t make him dark. No, it made him a realist.