(Special thanks to Major Gee for her beautiful artwork for this story)
Daniel's hands slid slowly, sensuously, across Gaia's back, down from her waist to the sweet, full curve of her hips and back again to her waist. The feel of the silk gown, and the silk of her skin underneath it, was inflaming his senses. Her lips remained on his, their only other contact. He could feel the warmth of her, taste her sweet mouth, and her scent enfolded them both.
Some small part of his mind shouted at him, urging him to crush that tender body to his, so that he could feel every inch of her, but he ignored it. This slow, gentle exploration was far more arousing, far more satisfying.
He had never experienced anything like this - ever. He had had plenty of willing partners, and had been married, for an all-too-brief but deliriously happy time to Sha're, but no-one had ever touched him like Gaia had. And not just physically. She was making love to his soul, not just his body - creating an experience he had not known he craved until she gave it to him. He waited patiently for her to make the next move.
Gaia sat back on her heels between Daniel's outstretched thighs. The calm, patient look on his face was like a balm to the torment inside her. How she wanted him! She wanted nothing more than to arouse in him a lust so powerful he would tear off her clothes and make savage, passionate love to her until she begged him to stop . . . No!
She was off the bed and at the french windows almost before he realised she had moved.
This was NOT how it would be! Gaia breathed deeply, forcing those unwelcome thoughts from her mind. She had chosen him for his soul, his spirit - she would not be seduced by his body! She was aware that the magic she wove here was powerful, but this was the first time in millennia that she had almost been caught in the spell herself. It was unfair, she pouted to herself - she almost stamped one bare foot in frustration. That this perfect soul should have come to her encased in such a bewitching masculine form.
She had known it was dangerous - she had felt it from the start. Any one of the others she could have resisted - the beautiful blonde woman, the heavily muscled Jaffar, even the older man, whose form was almost as beguiling as the one stretched out naked on the bed behind her, naked and perfect . . .
Daniel watched her, curious. He was fairly certain he had not done anything to provoke her sudden tension, but he could not be sure. "Gaia?" he called softly.
The tone of his voice convinced her. His soul spoke to hers in that one whispered word, and she realised that it was a willing co-conspirator. It begged to be conquered, and where the soul led, that perfect body would follow.
The tension in her eased, and the lust that had threatened to overwhelm her disappeared. What remained in its stead was soft, gentle arousal, and she turned to face Daniel again.
"Yes, my best beloved?"
"Is there something wrong, my Gaia?" his blue eyes bored into hers.
"No, my love, only that I needed a moment to compose myself. You are wreaking havoc in me, my perfect one."
He smiled - no-one had ever called him perfect before.
She walked back to the bed, her eyes never leaving him. She held out her hand to him, and he sat up to take it.
"Come here, my love," she murmured, pulling him closer until he sat on the edge of the bed. She bent and kissed him, her tongue moving past his parted lips and deep into his willing mouth. As they kissed, she pressed herself close to him, delighting in the feel of his body against her. Her hands slipped up into his hair, that soft, silky hair.
"Touch me, Daniel, I want your hands on me," she breathed as their lips parted momentarily.
He needed no further encouragement. His hands rose from his sides, moving gently along her thighs. She pressed still closer to him, and his hands curved around behind her, cupping her buttocks and holding her against him. Then his hands slid slowly upwards to her waist, and around her ribcage, insinuating themselves between their bodies, still moving up.
Daniel savoured the feel of her breasts under his hands. Their warm full softness, capped by the tightening nipples. He brushed his thumbs over those hardening nubs, and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Gaia. He looked up, questioning her with his eyes, and then moved to bury his face between her breasts, pulling her closer to him.
The warmth of his breath against her breasts, the touch of his hands on her body, fanned Gaia's arousal. It was time.
She pulled back from his body a little, and he released his hold on her, slowly withdrawing his hands. As they slid across her body, they left tingling trails in their wake. She stepped back from him, one pace, then two.
Her hands came up to the cord about her waist, and undid the knot holding it in place. She unwound it slowly, and let it fall to the floor. Her gown now hung loosely from her shoulders, hiding her curves. She raised her hands to her shoulders, and the gown slid down off her body and crumpled to the floor.
Daniel held his breath as her body came into view. Creamy white skin, her full breasts tipped with rose pink nipples, the curve of her torso down into a narrow waist and then flaring into her hips, her long slender legs. She stood with her hands to her sides for a moment longer, and then moved back towards the bed.
She stood once again before him, and, taking his face between her hands, she bent to kiss him. This time, she slowly allowed her body to flow against his, delighting in the feel of his skin, finally, against hers.
"Touch me, Daniel," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair, caressing him.
His hands were hot on her skin as they moved up her body, coming to a halt once again cupping her breasts. Firm, capable hands, the skin slightly roughened from years of digging. She arched her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands. His thumbs, almost of their own accord, sought her nipples and caressed them. As they hardened, Gaia threw back her head, abandoning herself to the sensation.
A moment later, she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Those talented thumbs continued to tease her nipples, and then his lips began to trace a line of soft kisses between her breasts. Gradually, they moved to supplant one of his thumbs, kissing her nipple gently. She moaned and arched against him.
Daniel's tongue circled her nipple, as she had done to him earlier, and then he drew it between his lips and sucked gently. With his free hand, he encircled her waist, and pulled her closer to him, sliding his hand down to caress her buttocks.
"My best beloved," she gasped moments later.
He raised his head from his blissful exploration of her breasts and looked at her questioningly.
"I believe it is time we were . . . horizontal, my love," she explained with a smile.
"Of course," he grinned. He stood up and bowed low, gesturing to the bed. "After you, my Gaia."
She leaned over the bed and rearranged his nest of pillows. "No, my best beloved, after you."
He moved with alacrity, settling himself in the centre of the bed, and then extended a hand to her.
"Care to join me?"
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