The Kiss

there.”
    She held up her arms at him with a smile. “Sounds like a wise man.”
    “Oh, he is!” He draped his body over hers and gave her another kiss. “Now, where were we?”
    “Right here.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and opened herself to him.
    He entered her slowly, gently, both to make it good for her and because any sudden movement could have made him lose control. She held on to him, kissing his neck, pushing her hips upwards while he sank inside her inch by agonizingly slow inch.
    When he was finally fully sheathed inside her, he let out a sigh. This was the most fulfilling and yet the hardest thing he’d ever done. He’d longed to be with her for so long, he’d convinced himself it was impossible. Now that he had her, he was afraid of doing anything that would make her go away. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he began moving, pulling moans from her lips with every downward thrust.
    *
    The way he was looking at her felt like he could see right through her. There was some expectation in that look, some hope that matched hers.
    Something real.
    Nate found a spot inside her she’d never really believed existed, and her body felt like it’d been hit with a jolt of lightning. She began pumping her hips off the mattress faster, clawing at his back, her nails leaving red trails behind as she tried to hang on to her control.
    It appeared he was determined to make her lose that control.
    He held her to him and rolled them over so she was on top. “Show me what you like. Show me how you like it.”
    Eliza had no clue how she liked it, because she hadn’t actually liked it with someone before. Her legs were folded, framing his. Maybe she should lift them so she was balancing her weight on her feet? Should she be moving up and down or back and forth? What if she messed up the rhythm and ruined it for him? She realized she’d stopped moving when he took hold of her hips and began gently guiding her up and down.
    When she took over, he moved his hands to her breasts, caressing them until the tips were fully erect. Bunching those wonderful abs of his, he raised his upper body enough so he could encircle a nipple with his lips and flick his tongue over it.
    She was riding him now, her mind off the trivial stuff, her body enjoying the pleasure he gave her. She loved how he said her name every time she changed her rhythm, loved how his eyes darkened as he looked into her eyes and then down her body to the place where they were joined.
    She was so close to something she’d never shared with a man before.
    *
    He couldn’t hold back any longer. His last ounce of self control was lost when she involuntarily grazed his nipple as the first throes of her orgasm bowed her spine. He palmed the apex of her thighs and pressed his thumb against her clit, at the same time driving inside her faster, harder.
    She bowed and arched above him; moaned and mewled; pumped her hips and whipped her head from side to side in such wanton abandon that Nate didn’t care about his own pleasure. Watching her give herself to him so willingly, so completely was enough.
    Her whole body trembled and tensed. Her back arched. Her heels dug into his thighs. Her nails raised welts into his shoulders and upper arms.
    When she clenched around him, he came harder than ever before, his vision blurred by the intensity of what he was feeling.
    She collapsed on top of him. “My nose is numb.”
    He chuckled and laid a kiss on her temple, ran his fingers through her hair. “Then I did my job well.”
    Her breathing gradually slowed, as she drifted off. After a couple of efforts to move to the side without disturbing her, Nate decided to ignore that his left leg was going stiff under her, and just be content with having her in his arms.
    They’d talk in the morning, but there was something he needed to say to her right then. Something he was afraid she wasn’t ready to hear. When he was sure she was asleep, he whispered, “I love you.”

Chapter Thirteen

    The morning light hit her straight in the face, and Eliza tried to turn on her stomach, only to find a solid obstacle in her way. Still not fully awake, she tried rolling the opposite way, but something apparently made of steel was wrapped around her waist, not allowing for much movement.
    She opened one eye just a smidgeon and looked. Nate lay on his side in her bed, his hair tussled, the sheet only covering his feet and exposing his naked body to her. His half hard cock was pressed