Chapter 34
SIENNA
Soft morning light is coming from under the blinds in Zane’s bedroom. But it’s not as soft as his kisses as they caress my naked skin.
I close my eyes again and just surrender to the sensations of his lips on my neck, my breasts, my stomach. They’re slightly chapped from the long ride along the coast, which only makes the sensations more electrifying.
The light of morning slowly chases away the last of my sleepiness and the nice dream I was having before he woke me. But this is even better. Because this dream is reality.
I can smell the road on him, that familiar dusty scent, that’s still somehow as fresh as the wind.
I arch my back and sigh deeply as his lips find my clit.
When I open my eyes to see why he stopped, he’s looking up at me, smirking.
“She’s awake,” he says.
“I’ve been awake this whole time. And you can wake me up like this every day now,” I say. “Now get back to it.”
He grins wider and sinks back down. The moment his lips touch my clit again, I’m back in that dream that is reality, floating not on this bed, but on the warm waters of the ocean, the soft morning sun warming me from the inside out.
He does things with his tongue and his lips no man should know how to do. I’m moaning and writhing before long. Forget my own name, where I am and who I am.
Only I never forget that he is mine and I am his.
Soon, too soon, I’m on the edge, only the deep, deep waters of pleasure awaiting me now. He continues his slow teasing, keeping me on that edge, not letting me fall.
He’d never let me fall.
Yet all I want now is to fall. To get lost in all the pleasure, all the bliss.
And to come back for air and his face the first thing I see. His touch the first thing I feel.
He inserts a finger and that alone nearly pushes me over the edge. Then he adds a second.
But I hold out. Because this closeness, this is what I want. My own pleasure can wait.
But it won’t. It can’t as his lips and his tongue join the slow pumping of his fingers. Slow turns to fast and faster, spinning the pleasure to unbearable heights.
I hold out for as long as I can. I try hard to make it last. But the call to let go is too loud. Can’t be ignored.
All will be well now. I can let go.
So I do. I surrender to the pleasure, to his lips, his fingers, his touch. Float away and let the waters of bliss swallow me.
I think I screamed out his name, but I didn’t hear it. Because this pleasure was too intense for this world. Too intense for dreams. So good I did forget my name. But never his.
He’s lying beside me now, idly caressing my cheeks and my neck when I finally resurface. Smiling.
“You’re back,” I say and smile at him too. I have trouble keeping his face in focus. But I see it clearly despite that.
“And I’m never leaving you again.”
I take his hand and press it over my cheek. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
He burrows closer to me, kissing my forehead before wrapping his arms tight around me.
“Let’s get some sleep now,” he says. “I’ve been riding all night and today’s a big day.”
“The day I lure my husband here?” I ask, even though that’s too much reality intruding on this dream.
“Yes,” he says and moves away from me so he can look me in the eyes. I don’t like the hardness in his. Reminds me too much of the hate that was there when he came to find me. That’s mostly gone now and I want it to stay gone. “If you’re still OK with that.”
“I am,” I assure him. “I want this to be over and done so we can start living the rest of our life together.”
“Good,” he says, still sounding too hard for my liking.
I kiss his cheek, and his lips, and his forehead. “I mean it, Zane. I’m yours. Whether you want me or not.”
He holds me tighter. “There’s no world in which I don’t want you.”
Then he lies back down and closes his eyes, and I hold him tight too. Better to just let our kisses, our hugs and our touches do the talking. They speak the truth where words can be misleading.
But that’s happening less and less now. I think the road back to love is open before us. And I mean to stay on it, to walk right in the center of it for as long as I live.