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Later they laid on the bed together watching the flames dance in the fireplace. They talked quietly and soon a comfortable silence enveloped them. She turned to see him with his eyes closed. Wondering if he was asleep, she paused, about to leave the bed, his hand grasped her and pulled her back. She leaned into him and pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling her flesh against his, her softness against the contours of his masculine body. Her hands slid up his arms to kneed the tight muscles in his shoulders and neck. She took his mouth once more. The kiss was hotter and more passionate then the last one. She pulled her mouth from his and dragged her lips down his neck to his chest. Her tongue darted out to tease one of his nipples. His flesh yielded to her touch. She impulsively took it into her mouth and sucked on it gently, excitement shooting through her when he groaned with appreciation. She had never felt so uninhibited with a man. She had always felt shy and unsure of herself; yet tonight she felt strong and right and very turned on. She wanted him with an intensity she had never known. She wanted to please him in ways she had never dreamed of. Her kisses followed a trail down his abdomen and another hot flame of desire shot through her as her mouth reached his cock. His control broke with a snap, and in the next instant she found herself underneath him. His lips returned the favor and tugged at her nipple. His tongue trailed kisses across her belly to where her thighs met. She sighed with pleasure. He held her captive with his hands on her hips, his mouth warm and teasing. He parted her lips and kissed her again and again, light taunting kisses that stole her breath. Placing his hands under her, he settled his mouth fully against her, tasting the sweet, warm honey of her body. Exploring, caressing, and arousing her with long strokes of his tongue. She cried out at this forbidden pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, hips arching up to have him reach deeper. Bliss, boundless mind-numbing sensations, her pleasure at its crest wringing uninhibited cries from her. He could wait no longer, swiftly he moved upward and placed himself between her thighs. Her hips arched up to meet him. She kissed him as he entered her, strong and hard. He eased out of her, then thrust deep and hard again. Repeating this until she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her hips strained upward and he took her over the brink. The explosion that rocked them both went on and on. They collapsed, satisfied and breathless.
Hours passed, after what little sleep she was able to get, she crawled out of the bed, threw a robe around her shoulders, and walked to the couch in the sitting room. She turned, looked back at him sleeping peacefully, and smiled to herself. The fire blazed and her mind raced with thoughts of the past few days, knowing that it would be over all too soon. She wanted him in her life and knew that it could never be possible. Foolish thoughts, foolish heart, but she would cling to them if only for a night.
She heard a rustling behind her and all of a sudden felt petal soft kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. Tremors ran down her spine. He kissed her as if the kisses would heal the thoughts she had moments earlier. She sat perfectly still for him, tilting her head to the side to give him access to the slope of her shoulder. His breath stirred at the nape of her neck as he gently pulled her off the couch still facing away from him. She could feel his erection from behind. He tossed a few pillows to the ground and softly brought her to the floor in front of him. The heat of his mouth on her skin set her ablaze. He kissed her back and her sides lightly, as if not to miss a single spot. Bending her over, he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with his shaft as he continued to kiss her back. With his other hand he reached around and cupped her breast. He squeezed gently, flicking his thumb across her nipple, causing her to moan at the sensation of it. He rubbed himself against her slick heat from behind, tormenting her and making her cry out with need. All at once he plunged himself into her, feeling her hot and tight around him. He moved against her reaching deep, wringing a moan from her lips. He thrust into her again and again coaxing her toward the release they both wanted. The force of their passion drew him into her and scattered everything else into tiny fragments.
They crept back into bed, and completely worn out physically and emotionally, she finally found the sleep that was so elusive earlier.
In the morning it was time to go. They were both quiet on the long drive to the airport. Perhaps he knew that she couldn't seem to talk today. Perhaps he couldn't either. They said good-bye as he was dropped at his terminal. A hug, a lump in her throat, and get home safely. He was flying off to his own world and she to hers...
In the end it was all just a mirage... a beautiful illusion of something unattainable. |
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