solid push I was in: ice covered in warmth, hard wrapped in soft, death swallowed by life. I paused, eyes closed, struggling for composure. The need to push my way closer was overwhelming. I was strong. I could tear her in two with one thrust. My body wanted it, my dick, raging, begged for it. The animal deep inside taunted and baited and dared me to push the limits.
I cracked an eye and saw her under me, red-faced and intent, eyes wide and filled with love and trust, and before I could tell her to stop, to let me breath in a feeble attempt to control my urges, she welcomed me in further, daring me to meet the challenge of her body, her humanness. Amelia lay beneath me. My lover, friend, and mate.
Focusing on her eyes, I realized my fingers were clenched in the threads of the carpet and I shook them loose, coils of thread dropping to the ground. I forced myself to relax, concentrating on the woman below me, her love and presence. I needed balance, a place between the monster and the man. With my eyes pinned to hers, I placed my hands over her hips, my thumbs gently covering tender spots of her flesh and met her movement. The words, "I love you," tumbled from my lips as I began to pound into her rhythmically.
“And I you,” she whispered, her eyelids closing. I marveled at her tiny nose scrunching with concentration. I leaned over to lick her puffy red lips and felt the slap of her breasts as they met my chest. As her warmth clenched around me, my body reacted with force to each movement, every roll of her hips, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure that I buried in the top of her head.
I pulled away from Amelia, who was breathing heavily, her body still pulsating beneath me. “Are you okay?” I asked, always afraid.
She astonished me by opening her eyes and giving me a lazy grin before she ran the back of her hand over her forehead, and asked, "What was that?"
I rolled to my side, reaching my hand out and resting my palm over her thundering heart. I didn't want to tell her about our plan for tomorrow. I didn't want to leave her. I wanted us to hole up here or at my house or in a cave in the mountains or across the world in a tiny hut in the middle of the jungle. But I couldn't and Miles was right. I had to help my family and I had to make hard choices.
I kissed her lips softy, making up for the harshness from before, and rubbed the side of her stomach with my finger. "That was me desperate. And afraid. That was me wanting you so badly and not knowing the right way to show it."
She tilted her head in confusion, her eyes narrowing, and propped up on her elbows. "Why are you desperate and afraid? And Grant that was perfect. Just unexpected, that's all," she said, and kissed me solidly on the lips, once again assuring me with nothing more than her words and her touch.
Chapter 9
Amelia
I lay on my side, my elbow pressed into the soft carpet, and watched the angel next to me. As always, he struggled with his demons. Resting my hand on the emptiness of my lower belly, I missed him already, even though he was across from me. I'd never felt closer yet farther from someone before. Now that I had experienced him inside of me there was no comparison.
"Promise we'll do that again," I asked, tracing the contours of his chest. There was something about our lovemaking that was thrilling. It wasn't quite the declaration of love from our first time, yet it was more than just sex. There was more of Grant this time, raw and instinctive. I craved that side of him.
He glanced to the side, and I watched as his mouth smiled, but his eyes remained tight. "I promise."
I held onto his words like a contract, binding and unbreakable.
We dressed quickly, Grant helping me with my clothing, his speedy fingers buttoning and tugging and zipping faster than mine. He smoothed my hair and rubbed my cheek and kissed my lips every time he had the chance. I watched him disappear into the closet across the room and come back out smoothing
I cracked an eye and saw her under me, red-faced and intent, eyes wide and filled with love and trust, and before I could tell her to stop, to let me breath in a feeble attempt to control my urges, she welcomed me in further, daring me to meet the challenge of her body, her humanness. Amelia lay beneath me. My lover, friend, and mate.
Focusing on her eyes, I realized my fingers were clenched in the threads of the carpet and I shook them loose, coils of thread dropping to the ground. I forced myself to relax, concentrating on the woman below me, her love and presence. I needed balance, a place between the monster and the man. With my eyes pinned to hers, I placed my hands over her hips, my thumbs gently covering tender spots of her flesh and met her movement. The words, "I love you," tumbled from my lips as I began to pound into her rhythmically.
“And I you,” she whispered, her eyelids closing. I marveled at her tiny nose scrunching with concentration. I leaned over to lick her puffy red lips and felt the slap of her breasts as they met my chest. As her warmth clenched around me, my body reacted with force to each movement, every roll of her hips, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure that I buried in the top of her head.
I pulled away from Amelia, who was breathing heavily, her body still pulsating beneath me. “Are you okay?” I asked, always afraid.
She astonished me by opening her eyes and giving me a lazy grin before she ran the back of her hand over her forehead, and asked, "What was that?"
I rolled to my side, reaching my hand out and resting my palm over her thundering heart. I didn't want to tell her about our plan for tomorrow. I didn't want to leave her. I wanted us to hole up here or at my house or in a cave in the mountains or across the world in a tiny hut in the middle of the jungle. But I couldn't and Miles was right. I had to help my family and I had to make hard choices.
I kissed her lips softy, making up for the harshness from before, and rubbed the side of her stomach with my finger. "That was me desperate. And afraid. That was me wanting you so badly and not knowing the right way to show it."
She tilted her head in confusion, her eyes narrowing, and propped up on her elbows. "Why are you desperate and afraid? And Grant that was perfect. Just unexpected, that's all," she said, and kissed me solidly on the lips, once again assuring me with nothing more than her words and her touch.
Chapter 9
Amelia
I lay on my side, my elbow pressed into the soft carpet, and watched the angel next to me. As always, he struggled with his demons. Resting my hand on the emptiness of my lower belly, I missed him already, even though he was across from me. I'd never felt closer yet farther from someone before. Now that I had experienced him inside of me there was no comparison.
"Promise we'll do that again," I asked, tracing the contours of his chest. There was something about our lovemaking that was thrilling. It wasn't quite the declaration of love from our first time, yet it was more than just sex. There was more of Grant this time, raw and instinctive. I craved that side of him.
He glanced to the side, and I watched as his mouth smiled, but his eyes remained tight. "I promise."
I held onto his words like a contract, binding and unbreakable.
We dressed quickly, Grant helping me with my clothing, his speedy fingers buttoning and tugging and zipping faster than mine. He smoothed my hair and rubbed my cheek and kissed my lips every time he had the chance. I watched him disappear into the closet across the room and come back out smoothing
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