always of her. I couldn’t wait to get back home to her.
When we were together, I couldn’t get enough of her. If I thought about the long term, I could see the rest of my life with her in it. I couldn’t imagine not having her with me by my side. It seemed crazy because a year ago I would never have entertained a scenario such as this. Now, I had difficulty imagining any part of my life without her present. She fell asleep at my house on more than one occasion, and simply waking in the morning with her there was more than pleasant—it was sublime.
I was unaware I had a void in my life, but she filled it. She consumed my thoughts and was what I looked forward to—all day, every day. Hearing her voice, or seeing her on Skype, FaceTime or Tango, she teased me unmercifully. She made me laugh and we had fun together. When I was with her, I craved holding her, kissing her and wanting more from her. The time hadn’t been right to fully possess or push her, but it would come. I didn’t want to scare her off again and I allowed her time to work through her grief, but I knew she wanted me. I was making her wait; watching for signs that she was ready. It was killing me, because when she finally relented, I wanted control. I wanted to know that she had no doubts about what she was doing. There would be no room for regrets, and by waiting I wouldn’t allow her remorse for any decision she made.
Male that I am, she was wearing me down. My desire for her grew each time I saw her. I had control of myself physically and spent much time in the shower after an evening with her. I had never done that for any woman. She sensed the influence she had over me sexually, and I could tell that she liked it. I think it made her feel powerfully feminine. She was right. She was supreme in her effect on me. Although I took control with women that I had been with previously, I wasn’t emotionally connected to them at all. Not so with Aria. I was becoming a slave to her heart, but in that regard I felt no weaker for it. The delectable and sensuous ways in which we played and teased gave us some pleasure, but I couldn’t wait to give her more. I looked forward to being here, in this beach house, with her. I could sense the desire she had for me and what she wanted from me. I had been holding back, but I knew the time would be soon.
What I loved about this place was that it was becoming mine and Aria’s. No one else had ever been here and no one else existed when we were here—it was our sanctuary.
Oh, it felt so good to be home. It was only a few days, but I missed being here. I couldn’t wait to be in the kitchen. I liked it here. I kicked off my shoes and started making lunch right away. I had missed Declan so much. I was looking forward to sitting and talking with him. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. He gave the best hugs, and wrapped me inside his big, powerful arms. I had given him the nickname “Bear”. When he held me in his arms and I sat between his legs, I took a deep breath and felt the entire world melt away. I missed that the most.
“Food’s ready. Do you want a sandwich? You have to be hungry,” I said. The iPod was on, and The Mavericks played “Back in Your Arms Again”. T
Declan came up behind me, held my waist, and put his lips against my ear. I could tell that he had missed me.
“Mmmm. I am hungry,” he said, suggestively.
I was melting at how slowly and suggestively he said that statement. That, and the fact that he was pressing behind me, made me tremble in the deepest sensual recesses I possessed. I tried to move forward to press against the counter top, attempting to give myself just a bit more room to prepare the food, but he wasn’t allowing me an escape. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. My breathing became shallow gasps against his hot assault.
“Here,” I said, trying to distract him. I placed a tomato near my shoulder. “You said you wanted tomato. Smell
When we were together, I couldn’t get enough of her. If I thought about the long term, I could see the rest of my life with her in it. I couldn’t imagine not having her with me by my side. It seemed crazy because a year ago I would never have entertained a scenario such as this. Now, I had difficulty imagining any part of my life without her present. She fell asleep at my house on more than one occasion, and simply waking in the morning with her there was more than pleasant—it was sublime.
I was unaware I had a void in my life, but she filled it. She consumed my thoughts and was what I looked forward to—all day, every day. Hearing her voice, or seeing her on Skype, FaceTime or Tango, she teased me unmercifully. She made me laugh and we had fun together. When I was with her, I craved holding her, kissing her and wanting more from her. The time hadn’t been right to fully possess or push her, but it would come. I didn’t want to scare her off again and I allowed her time to work through her grief, but I knew she wanted me. I was making her wait; watching for signs that she was ready. It was killing me, because when she finally relented, I wanted control. I wanted to know that she had no doubts about what she was doing. There would be no room for regrets, and by waiting I wouldn’t allow her remorse for any decision she made.
Male that I am, she was wearing me down. My desire for her grew each time I saw her. I had control of myself physically and spent much time in the shower after an evening with her. I had never done that for any woman. She sensed the influence she had over me sexually, and I could tell that she liked it. I think it made her feel powerfully feminine. She was right. She was supreme in her effect on me. Although I took control with women that I had been with previously, I wasn’t emotionally connected to them at all. Not so with Aria. I was becoming a slave to her heart, but in that regard I felt no weaker for it. The delectable and sensuous ways in which we played and teased gave us some pleasure, but I couldn’t wait to give her more. I looked forward to being here, in this beach house, with her. I could sense the desire she had for me and what she wanted from me. I had been holding back, but I knew the time would be soon.
What I loved about this place was that it was becoming mine and Aria’s. No one else had ever been here and no one else existed when we were here—it was our sanctuary.
Oh, it felt so good to be home. It was only a few days, but I missed being here. I couldn’t wait to be in the kitchen. I liked it here. I kicked off my shoes and started making lunch right away. I had missed Declan so much. I was looking forward to sitting and talking with him. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. He gave the best hugs, and wrapped me inside his big, powerful arms. I had given him the nickname “Bear”. When he held me in his arms and I sat between his legs, I took a deep breath and felt the entire world melt away. I missed that the most.
“Food’s ready. Do you want a sandwich? You have to be hungry,” I said. The iPod was on, and The Mavericks played “Back in Your Arms Again”. T
Declan came up behind me, held my waist, and put his lips against my ear. I could tell that he had missed me.
“Mmmm. I am hungry,” he said, suggestively.
I was melting at how slowly and suggestively he said that statement. That, and the fact that he was pressing behind me, made me tremble in the deepest sensual recesses I possessed. I tried to move forward to press against the counter top, attempting to give myself just a bit more room to prepare the food, but he wasn’t allowing me an escape. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. My breathing became shallow gasps against his hot assault.
“Here,” I said, trying to distract him. I placed a tomato near my shoulder. “You said you wanted tomato. Smell
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