Chapter 11 #2
His eyes flared in response to the passion in hers, and he felt his body tightening.
It was true that he was longing to feel her wrapped around him, but he had deliberately shoved it from his mind.
He knew she had been through a lot and reining in his desire to be with her was a small sacrifice to pay.
He could wait until she was well enough.
"Eliza, we can't--"
"I'm fully healed." Her eyes searched his face. "Unless you no longer find me attractive and were just saying that speech to make me feel better about myself."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Then prove it. Make love to me, Samuel. Make me feel like a woman again. Like your woman. I look at myself in the mirror and see all this weight that I'm still carrying and the creases on my abdomen and I want to scream. I keep wondering if my husband sees them too and is turned off."
"Never." He vowed.
"Then show me. Touch me like you used to before I started getting fat and ungainly. Make me feel whole again."
"I don't want to hurt you." His voice was thick with rising need.
"You won't. Make love to me, darling." She whispered.
Shrugging off the uncertainty, he rose a little unsteadily and took off his sweater.
With his eyes holding hers, he kicked off his shoes and then unhooked his belt.
"You'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
" He told her hoarsely. He took off his trousers and kicked them away and then removed his underwear.
He was already throbbing. "Is this proof enough? "
"Absolutely." She whispered huskily. "Come here, darling."
He lowered himself onto the bed, his hands reaching for her. "Let me." He unhooked the front clasp of her maternity bra, eyes flaring as her breasts sprang free. "Is it awful that I watched my sons suckling and felt like I've been replaced?" His hands cupped the flesh as his eyes lifted to hers.
"No." She shook her head, her breath coming fast between her lips. "And there's no reason you cannot share. There's more than enough." She arched her back as he used his thumbs to flick over the nipples.
"I've been wondering about the taste."
"Now you don't have to wonder." Her breath caught in her throat as he lowered his head to the nipple. The minute his mouth touched her flesh, she felt the heat arrowing straight to the core of her. Her hands lifted to grasp his hair, digging into the dense strands and holding on tight.
His lips were tentative at first, as if testing the taste and texture as well as the sensitivity.
Then he increased the pace, suckling hungrily.
It had been too long, he thought drunkenly.
He told himself over the past weeks that he was all right, that he could wait for as long as possible.
But touching her, tasting her like this reminded him that he needed her.
He suckled long and hard, hands racing up and down her back, fingers digging into her flesh. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were glazed with passion, his body pulsating with it.
"I...cannot...wait." The words were forced through clenched teeth, his fingers fisting.
"Neither can I. Now, darling." She whispered urgently.
Covering her body with his, he slowly lowered himself until he was sinking deep into her tight moisture. He had to take a minute. Bracing his elbows on the bed, he closed his eyes briefly. He had missed this. Christ! How he had missed her, feeling her wrapped around him.
"Don't move." He gritted, his eyes boring into hers.
"If you do--" he breathed in and out harshly, his chest heaving from the pressure.
"I won't last." He brushed his lips on hers.
"Easy." He whispered as he started with slow and shallow thrusts.
"I want this to last. Like that." He nibbled on her bottom lip, sending sparks shooting through her body.
"Slow and easy, darling." His breathing was ragged.
"More." She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, making him gasp as she opened herself even more to accommodate him.
He sank in deeper, his thrusts increasing.
The climax was shattering! A scream escaped her as she was hurtled off the cliff without any form of protection.
She clung to him, her body vibrating, heart pounding, and her nipples already sore from his ardent attention, tingling.
He came right behind her. Using long, deep strokes, he emptied himself into her, his body shuddering. Clamping his fingers into her hair, he seized her lips, swallowing her cries as he continued to climax.
"I'm crushing you." He mumbled after a few minutes of trying to even out his breathing.
"Just a few more minutes." She wrapped herself around him to stop him from moving.