leaving you.”
He didn’t wait for anything else. Instead, he closed the gap between him and her. And, then he kissed her, tenderly and then fiercely.
She responded with her whole body, pressing herself against him. Then, he leaned down and picked her up, carrying her easily and moving toward his bedroom.
Was she a little scared? Yes. But, that was ok. She understood why Barend kept this from her. And to be completely honest, there was something exciting about him being a shape shifter.
Now he was carrying her to his room. His muscles were hard as he supported her weight like she was nothing. And, they continued kissing all the way to the bedroom.
Finally, he laid her almost reverently on the bed. Crawling in beside her, he kissed a trail down her neck, and began unbuttoning her blouse and following each step with another kiss. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he looked up at her questioningly.
She just smiled and nodded ever so slightly. So, he carefully unbuttoned her jeans and then grabbed them by the legs and pulled them off. She was wearing soft, silk panties in a lavender color that looked beautiful against her pale skin. He continued to trail kisses over her belly and then down one leg all the way to her foot. He seemed to be worshipping every inch of her.
As he worked his way back up the other leg, he unbuttoned his own shirt and dropped it on the floor. She could look at his toned chest all day, she thought and then laid her head back in pleasure as he trailed butterfly kisses across her belly before making his way to her breasts.
Deftly, he pushed the lavender cup of her bra down, freeing her breast and giving him access to her rosy nipple, which was already hard and alert. Slowly, he lowered his mouth around it. The warmth of his lips and tongue caused her to arch her back, pushing her breasts closer to him, wanting more desperately.
“Oh god” she mumbled. “Please Barend.”
“Please what, my love?” He looked in her eyes with a smirk.
“I need you. I need you now!” Her voice was ragged with want, and everything that had happened in the last few days simply flew out of her mind. All that mattered was right in this moment. He was there. She was there. And, she wanted him.
He stood up long enough to unbuckle his pants and drop them along with his boxers to the floor. It was already obvious how much he wanted her. Then, he hooked his thumbs in the edges of her panties. She lifted her hips and he pulled them down her legs and off before throwing them across the room. Then, pulling her into a sitting position, he used one hand to unhook her bra, which she shed and dropped beside the bed too.
Now, it was skin against skin, heat, sweat, and passion all mixed together as he lay over her, kissing her fervently.
“Oh please” She begged again. She needed him now.
Quickly, before she even realized what was happening, he grabbed her hips, shifted and suddenly, he was sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed, and she was straddling his lap. She had always thought that missionary was the most intimate position, but now she realized she was wrong. Sitting like this, eye to eye, with his hands on her hips, she felt so close to him…so connected.
So, she moved in the right way, lifting up just enough to settled back down as he sunk deep inside her. She let out a soft moan as they connected. Then, she began moving. First, she moved her hips slowly, grinding into him. But, then he tightened his grip on her hips and began using his own strength to move her, faster and harder.
She could feel the climax building up in her as they moved. And, she was looking in his eyes when it exploded. For a second, she saw him smile and then she threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. If not for his hands moving her, she would have collapsed already, and his own climax followed seconds later. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. And, they both breathed heavy, exhausted,