Ill Take Forever

love as she caught the love in his.
    They took their time, playing, loving, teasing. Their passion was not diminished, but heightened by the fun, the pleasure. It was as if they wanted to see how close they could come each time with the teasing before they went over the brink into the ecstasy they knew awaited.
    Kyle turned her on her stomach, his hands cupping each firm breast as his mouth slowly kissed, tasted, trailed down each inch of her back, across her shoulders, down her backbone, in the hollows near her waist. Jenny closed her eyes with the sensations he caused, as deep within her the burning began and spread. The touch of his lips against her satiny skin inciting her, she moved against him, quicker and quicker as the tempo within built.
    Kyle moved slowly, as if he wanted to touch every bit of her with his mouth, his lips, his tongue.
    'I want you,' she whispered, rolling over to face him, reaching up to cup his face in loving hands, to draw him to her. She could not contain the flame within her, wanting him to fan it to the white-hot intensity only Kyle could bring.
    'How much do you want me?' he asked, eyes drugged with passion.
    'So much I ache,' she answered back, smiling up at him, the love evident in her eyes.
    'Not enough.'
    'So much I could die from it.' She reached up to pull him down to her, to rise up and meet him as he thrust against her. Jenny was lost again in the conflagration he built in her, floating on the ecstasy he brought; the glorious peaks of each sensuous wave which broke over her again and again.
    She was panting when she lay back, the languor beginning to spread through her. She tightened her arms around his neck, fervently kissing him. Not wanting anything to come between them, not even a breath of air.
    'I love you, Kyle,' she said simply.
    'I love you, Jenny. Marry me soon.'
    She smiled sleepily. 'Is that a question, or a command?' she said, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, trailing her lips against his hot skin.
    'Depends,' he growled in her ear, nuzzling her neck. 'If you say yes, it's a question. If there's any doubt, then it's a command.'
    'I say yes.'
    'When?'
    'Just now,' she teased.
    'Brat! When will we get married?'
    'Whenever you want.' She let her fingers move gently against his back.
    'Tomorrow?'
    'That soon?'
    'Did you have a big wedding with Johnny?'
    She nodded.
    'Then you don't need one now. No point in waiting, is there?'
    'None.' Jenny was silent for a long moment, then she turned her head to see him. 'You don't mind?' she asked.
    'What?'
    'Me being married before. That you're not the first.'
    He took her left hand, gently twisting her wedding ring. 'I'll get you another tomorrow. I want you to wear mine.'
    'Yes. I want yours. I love you, though I loved Johnny. I'm sorry he died. But I can't remember too much of our love now. It's over and gone. But you make me feel so alive, our love is so alive. I only love you. Don’t worry you have a ghost to compete with. You’re all I see.'
    'As long as I'm your last love, I don't mind,' he said with another kiss.
    'And Naomi?' She just had to ask.
    He kissed her again and moved to his side, propped up on his elbow, his legs entwined with hers.
    'Still on that? I told you before she was work only. I figured she was a lead to who was distributing the pot here in Palmer, or maybe in San Francisco. I told you I never confuse work with pleasure. And you, my darling, were definitely pleasure, the whole way.'
    'And where were you last night?' she asked suspiciously.
    Kyle laughed, giving her a quick hug. Jenny felt the jolt down to her toes.
    'Arresting drug growers left and right. We cracked the case! It's all over now bar the shouting.'
    'You didn't tell me! Who was it? What happened?' She watched as his face took on the hard lines he had worn before, then looked pleased.
    'It wasn't your friend George Carlisle, if that's what you're worried about.'
    'Well, I wasn't worried, exactly, but I'm glad. I've always thought George was nice and his brother and I are friends. I’d hate to have George be in jail.'
    'Nate was one and Bart. The head guy was a man in Strawberry, Mark Harris. Do you know him?'
    Jenny shook her head. 'What happened?'
    'We were on the stake-out, and sure enough, just as we'd thought, they came to turn on the water. It was Nate and Bart. We got some good pictures, waited until they were turning off the valve, then arrested them. We've a whole sequence of pictures. Bart was scared and spilled the