been said first, you idiot.”
“Oh!” He rubbed his jaw. “I can’t think straight. Tania, I love you…and there are no other words that describe how I feel about you.”
She didn’t know which one of them made the first move. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was him. But soon they were in each other’s arms, and their lips were fused together in a kiss. His tongue delved inside her mouth to taste the recesses of her mouth, and she felt the familiar waves of pleasure and desire zigzag through her veins. It was exactly what she needed, what she’d craved for all these days.
He lifted her off her feet and carried her to the couch, but she pushed his shoulder. He raised his head. “What?”
“Upstairs, bed. Maids, remember.”
He swore. “Damn it. Where is your room?”
“Upstairs on the right.” She giggled at his flabbergasted expression. It seemed so long ago that she tasted him, felt his skin ripple under her fingers, or squealed as he pounded into her, but still she didn’t feel shy or self-conscious. Instead, she was eager, determined.
He let her go and, hand in hand, they raced up the stairs. She opened the door and they stumbled inside her room. She fell on the bed and he joined her. Immediately, his hands captured hers and his mouth clung to her with a desperation that matched hers.
It was far too long, and they couldn’t wait any longer. A fountain of lust spiraled up her spine, and wild sensations gripped her in their fiery embrace. Arousal was instantaneous, strong. Beads of moisture gathered in her pussy and stuck to her panties as he continued to plunder her mouth.
Finally, he lifted his head and stared down at her. “This is it. We’re together, forever.”
“Of course." She ran a hand over his cheek. “We are together.”
There was no need to say anything else. He sat and took off his shirt. She enjoyed the way the muscles rippled on his back. He’d lost a little bit of weight, but, still, his body was as sleek and hard as she remembered. After he took off his clothes, he stood still for a moment as if he was allowing her to burn the memory of his body in her mind.
She feasted her eyes on his wide shoulders, his chest, and the long line of dark hair that swept down to the curls that guarded his cock. Moisture leaked down her thighs, and she pressed her legs together in an attempt to control the flow. She’d lost him and that made her miserable – but now they were with each other and nothing else mattered.
She wanted to fight the desire and take it slow, but it was a losing battle, especially when he tugged the dress off her. His fingers played with the straps of her bra and then moved back to unhook the delicate material. He threw it aside and glanced down at her firm, heavy breasts that spilled out. He didn’t touch them. Instead, he took off her panties and allowed them to drop on the ground.
“I’ve dreamt about this,” he said in a voice that was filled with pain. “It’s been too long.”
In response, she opened her legs and beckoned him forward. He didn’t waste any time. His eyes glittered as he joined her on the bed. She wanted to feel his hard, long cock pound into her, to have his warm skin rub against her, and to satisfy the need for release that already careened in her body.
He appeared to share her thoughts as he captured her swollen nipple in his lips and sucked with fervor. She arched her back as sensations, strong and hot, rushed through her veins. Her hands rested on his back and she relished the way his muscles bunched under her fingers. His skin was warm, smooth. Hot swirls of desire gripped her as his tongue flicked over her nipple. She was his willing prisoner as he caressed and fondled the hard bud until she was a bundle of frayed nerves.
Her fingers slipped down his torso until she gripped his hard cock in her hand. She flicked her finger over the tip of it and was rewarded with