‘Show off.’ he mutters, his lips finding mine as he starts feeling for my trouser fastening. It’s cruel, but I let him search. He feels around the front and then moves his hands to the back, and when he has no luck there either, he growls. ‘Where’s the zipper?’ he moans against my lips.
I collect his hands from my back, guiding them to the side fastening of my trousers, and he makes swift work of getting it down and lifting me so I can kick my shoes off. He drags my trousers down. ‘Yet another reason for dresses only.’ he complains as he pushes my blouse off my shoulders. ‘Anything that stops me from getting to you fast has to go.’
I smile to myself. Now he is trampling my wardrobe.
The cool air attacks my skin, puckering my already solid ni**les further. He steps back from me and kicks his Genson’s off, before removing his socks, trousers and the rest of his shirt while running his shimmering eyes up and down my body.
‘Lace.’ he says approvingly, and then he slowly drags his boxers down his thighs, his c**k springing free and ready, yet again. I want to drop to my knees and take his deliciousness in my mouth all over again, but the urgent thump in my own groin is demanding attention. I reach around my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the wooden floor and within a second, his body is pressed up against mine and he’s breathing in my face.
I feel him slip a finger into the seam of my underwear and brush across my clitoris, prompting my head to drop to his chest and my hands to grab his arms, steadying myself as his touch sends electric shots to every nerve ending.
‘Wet.’ he says, all low and rough, extending the word as he rolls the tip of his finger around and around, applying a little pressure when he reaches the top. ‘Just for me?’
It’s a question that he wants an answer to. ‘Just for you.’ I pant.
The satisfying rumble that escapes his lips vibrates in the evening air. I will always be his.
My head lifts and his lips skim against mine, coaxing my mouth to part as my knickers are pushed down my thighs and his tongue slips between my lips on a shallow moan. The taste of him is addictive, and I return every lap, lick and stroke with my own, until he pulls away. He kneels before me, my hands resting on his strong shoulders as he drags my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, tapping my ankle to lift. After repeating the same on my other foot, he grabs my hips and I execute my usual jerk at his touch. He buries his nose in the hair at the apex of my thighs and then draws a painfully slow, long, hot, excruciating stroke straight up the centre of my core.
I moan, my knees buckling and an almost painful buzzing starts at the very tip of my sex.
His grip strengthens around my hips as he continues his hot trail straight up the centre of my body until he’s at my neck and then in my mouth, taking it with respect and passion, humming into me.
Releasing my lips, he locks eyes with me, his green gaze seeping into me. ‘You are my life.’ His clear words stab at my heart as he returns to worshipping my mouth delicately, running his palm over my bum and down the back of my thigh. He tugs gently to pull my leg up so my inner leg cradles his hip. He pulls back. ‘Do you love me?’ His eyes search mine.
Stupid question. ‘You know I do.’ I whisper.
‘Say it. I need to hear it.’ His voice is laced with desperation.
I don’t hesitate. ‘I love you.’ I kiss his moist, full mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, and then gracefully lift myself up his body to straddle him. ‘I’ll always love you.’ I stare him square in his beautiful, cloudy green eyes as he positions himself at my entrance. He hovers there and I struggle to resist sinking down onto him.
‘Do you need me?’ he asks.
‘I need you.’ I know this satisfies him as much, if not more, as I love you.
‘Always.’ he confirms, and then he pushes slowly and controlled into me in one patient motion, both of us sucking in sharp breaths as we unite.
He holds me to him while we stabilise our breathing and then walks over to the lounger and lowers me onto it, bringing his body down with me so the connection isn’t broken. He stares down at me with the most incredible amount of sincerity gushing from his eyes.
‘Feel how perfect we are together?’ He slowly withdraws and sinks back in, setting a smooth, steady foundation for what’s to come. He wants to really make love. ‘Do you feel it?’ he asks softly, repeating the scorching motion, accelerating my need for him.
‘I do.’ I confirm quietly. From the very first time we connected I felt it, probably even from the very first time our eyes met.
He continues with his slow, restrained strokes, and I shift my hands down to his back, trailing soft flicks over his firm flesh. He drops a kiss on my lips. ‘Me too. Let’s make love.’
I concentrate on absorbing him into me as he seeps back and forth, swiveling his hips each time and carrying me closer to climax. He’s looking at me with complete awe and devotion, our eyes burning into each other, his patience and willpower to maintain his steady, luscious pace making me love him all the more. He really does make sweet love.
His frown line swims with moisture that shimmers on his brow, even in the cool air surrounding us. I cup the side of his face as he stares down at me, his shaking body vibrating all over me. He’s pulsating inside me, and I instinctively contract around him as he lets out a rush of breath.
‘Oh, God, Ava.’ he breathes, sinking in and grinding down hard. The exact strokes of my inner wall are wreaking havoc with my need to thrust up and capture the orgasm that’s moving forward.