Page 56 of Gary

He started with her neck as soon as the thin material drifted away as if by magic. His hands massaged her flesh, the hollow of her throat, thumbs pressing against the wildly beating pulse. “Excited or afraid?” He asked faintly as he continued to stroke the skin.

“You know the answer to that.” Her voice was husky, her eyes luminous as she stared at him.

“You look so delicate, like I could break you in half. I was so afraid of hurting you that first time. But we fit.” His voice was thick, and he felt the despair rearing up inside him. Determined to brush it aside, he lifted his hands to her neck and angled her head up so that he could avail himself of her delicious mouth.

Desire for her was pouring like lava through his body, but he was determined to make it last. His time with her was limited.

He did not fool himself into thinking that she would be okay with what he had to tell her. So, he would make tonight last as long as possible. Using the pad of his thumb, he traced the lush outline of her bottom lip and watched as she whet it with the tip of her tongue.

“You are intent on driving me crazy.”

“You are driving me crazy by delaying.”

“We have all night, baby. My sweet Sadie.” He laughed shakily. “Who would have thought?” His head bent, but instead of seizing her lips, he used his tongue to moisten them, just the tip of it. Her hands were curled into the hairs on his chest, her body already vibrating with passion and impatience.

Something had changed. It wasn’t just the declaration of love, but there was something else there and she had no idea what it was.

Taking matters into her own hands, she opened her mouth and captured his tongue, drawing it into her mouth and sucking on it. A jolt went straight through his body and had him shuddering.

“Oh Christ!” He whispered reverently. His hands dropped to her derriere. Cupping the taut flesh, he eased her up against his straining thighs as he plundered her mouth. Her arms came around his neck, fingers digging into the flesh as the passion took on a madness that swept them along its pathway.

Without breaking the kiss, he lowered her onto the blanket, positioning on the pillows, his body covering hers.

He explored her mouth, his tongue swirling on her teeth, tasting and savoring and committing to memory the texture and sweetness of her breath. Not that he would have any trouble with his recall where she was concerned. She was branded inside his brain.

Would always be embedded in his mind. The feel of her flesh against his would be constant. He did not have to be with her to know what she felt like.

Ending the kiss, he feathered light kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, cheeks, and the tip of her pert nose, before moving down to her throat where the pulse was beating madly.

He spent some time there, tasting her skin, taking tiny love bites, pulling the flesh into his mouth, and soothing it with his tongue until she was afraid, she was going mad.

When he got to her nipple, she was all nerves. Desire, such as she had never felt before, poured through her body. He suckled hungrily as if he had not fed in days and was going to die if he did not feed from her. He transferred to the next nipple and gave it the same thorough treatment before moving down to her quivering stomach.

He kissed the flesh, swirl his tongue into her navel, leaving bits of moisture with every touch of his mouth.

Lifting his head, he stared at her for a second, before pressing his lips on the dark curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Gary.”

“Baby?”

“I can’t take anymore.” She was dying. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted him to stop this insane need that was coursing through her body.

“You can.” He pressed his lips on the swollen flesh and gently lifted her up, so he could destroy her with his mouth, and he did. Using only the tip of his tongue, he worshipped the slippery nubbin, licking and tasting before pulling the flesh and sucking on it. Sadie cried out, her knees bending automatically.

As soon as he plunged his tongue into her moisture, she came, violently. Tears coursed down her cheeks as the climax washed through her body like a raging hurricane.

He sipped from her, taking his time to swallow her essence deep inside his throat. This was his woman, his lover, his love, and he wanted to forge her to him until they were no longer apart. Until nothing could touch them. Rising above her, he balanced himself by placing his palms on either side of her face.

Allowing his gaze to wander over her features, he committed every bit to his memory. The luminous eyes and the tears tracking down her cheeks. Her tapered brows, the hair fanned out on the dark blue cushions, the parted lips, swollen from his ardent kisses. Lowering himself, he nudged at her with his penis.

“Put me in,” he demanded hoarsely. When she curved her fingers around his hot pulsating shaft, he wanted to die. “Easy.” His body jolted when instead of letting go, she started to stroke his testicles, cupping them and gently squeezing them.

He went in deep, closing his eyes as she sheathed him, her incredible moisture clinging to his flesh. Lifting his hands to her face, he cupped her cheeks.

“I love you.” He whispered fiercely. “If you don’t believe anything else I told you, I want you to believe this.” Before she could respond, he crushed her lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

His thrusts started out slowly and then built up until he was driving into her, his body dampened with sweat, slapping against hers. She came again, her hips lifting to meet his fevered thrusts. He was right behind her. His climax was long and unending as he watered the mouth of her womb.