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His arms came around my waist, gathering me until my front braced against his muscular chest. I imagined I heard sizzling when our bodies made contact. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, melting into his heat. It happened easily, as if nothing bad had ever happened to us and we’d always been meant to be.
I inhaled his unique scent, reminiscent of freshly cut hay and new leather. His smell wrapped around me and transported me to a past where I proudly carried his essence every night and my sheets smelled of him every morning. I raised my face. Our eyes locked. Slowly, he lowered his head until our mouths hovered, barely apart. I held my breath. He closed his eyes and breached the space that stood between our lips.
His lips met mine, a touch so gentle and kind I wanted to weep. Lowering my eyelids, I shut out the world and the past. I stood suspended in time, savoring the moment’s sweetness, the thrill of all the kisses that had come before, the anticipation of what this one could become.
The gusts of our breaths filled my ears. His respiration sounded powerful but contained. Mine came shallow and quick, like my pulse. My leaping heart wanted to jump out of my chest and dive into his. I don’t know how long we stood, leaning into the simple touch of our mouths, but it took all I had to restrain myself. Defying my impulse to gorge on him, I fisted my hands and pretended I was in control of my need.
I wasn’t.
A tremor shook my core, sending warnings of pleasureto the most sensitive parts of me. The moment he worked his magical lips over mine, the pretense ended. Suckling my lower lip, he cajoled me into opening for him. My head spun as I floated within the sea of his arms.
I welcomed his tongue with an eagerness that betrayed my craving for him. He took my mouth as if he were ravenous for me, and I answered with matching zest. The blood roared in my head, rushing south in a flood of desire, leaving my nipples hard and aching, flushing my folds and swelling my clit until it throbbed with want. Our mouths melded into a frenzied mauling and we were one again.
The bond that linked us tightened around me as strong as his arms. Desire scented the room as I slid my hands over his form, rediscovering the softness of his short hair as it filtered through my fingers. I continued on, tracing the column of his neck, feasting on his strength, on the incredible shape of his muscles and the tension in his corded tendons beneath his clothes. The bulk pressing against me scalded my belly.
His lips worked mine with hard pulls and deep queries of his tongue. God, how I’d missed this, him, the passion that only he awoke in me. He’d always been my addiction. His kisses had always been my downfall.
I loved his mouth’s commanding acts, the rough rasp of his stubble scratching my skin, and his fingers’ possessive hold as they claimed my flesh and explored my form. I adored the strength of his embrace, the passion that powered my greed for him. Desire streamed between us in a frantic exchange. I couldn’t stop kissing him, touching him. Drinking his breaths, consuming his need, I explored the familiar lines of his body, the body I’d once considered mine.
“Thena.” His breath warmed my ear and his voice reverberated through my body as his lips glided down the side of my neck, kissing, licking, nibbling. “You’re wound so tight. Iremember what helps. Let me give it to you.”
My body lit up, celebrating his return. My panties were drenched. I pressed my thighs together in a failed effort to subdue the ache blooming between my legs. He was right. He knew. He’d always known. I needed this. I wanted him and nothing could stop my overwhelming need but him.
Do not surrender to his power over you. Remember what he did to you.
I tried, but as his fingers undid the buttons of my pajama top and his hand slid in and claimed my breasts, I gasped. Cupping my flesh, he strummed my tight tips until I arched my back and mewled with pleasure. His touch shocked me into forgetting everything other than the feel of his lips on my skin and the delights his touch unleashed in my body.
In that moment, I couldn’t remember anything other than the pleasure he’d given me over the years. The power of this kiss was multiplied by the thousands of kisses he’d given me before. The impact of his caresses was intensified by the memories of his hands doing wonderfully wicked things to me. I’d felt in decline for so long. Since he left, I’d been dead inside. Now his touch and his kisses revived me.
I wanted to live again.
His fingers kneaded my breasts and moving from one mound to the other, closed around my nipples, teasing, rubbing, and pulling, setting me on fire. His tongue took turns tickling my skin and thrilling my mouth. I had no head space to consider anything but him. I relished each one of his caresses with every fiber of my being.
I savored him, even if some distant part of me understood this was but a temporary indulgence. I needed the pleasure only Dash could give me. I wanted it rushing through my veins and revitalizing all the neglected parts of me. I needed a break from my pain, however brief, however fleeting.
He undid the rest of my buttons. With his other hand, he outlined the shape of my body. He pushed the soft jersey fabric over my arms and dropped it on the floor. I stood bare chested before him.
“You are so beautiful.” His eyes caressed my breasts. “You are infinitely gorgeous. You’ve always been so.”
With a slight wince, he knelt at my feet, keeping his stare on me while he pulled down my shorts and my panties, slowly, carefully, acting out a fantasy I’d only allowed in my dreams. At his silent behest, I stepped out of my garments. Still, he remained on his knees, looking up at me, his eyes sparkling with lust. The raw desire that glinted in his stare added fuel to my need. My body screamed for him.
He settled his hands on my calves and, caressing my cooler skin, glided his fingers up and over my legs, moving to the back of my thighs. As he did this, he pressed the side of his face to my middle and kissed me. His fingers left behind a trail of pleasure that sank into my core and made me want more.
I settled my hand over his head and ran my fingers through his hair until he released a sigh of pleasure. Cupping my glutes, he appropriated my ass, kneading it, owning it, even as he planted a line of kisses down my middle, traveling from my chest, over my belly, pausing to tease my bellybutton with his tongue before his mouth slid further down.
“You smell so good.” His voice rumbled against my skin. “Like a woman ready to be fucked, like a goddess waiting to be worshipped.”
His breath blustered over the skin of my freshly shaven pussy. His hands pressed over my ass, moving me even closer to him. His lower face dipped between my legs and his lips traced the seam of my sex an instant before his tongue flickered over my clit.
My knees buckled.
He caught me. Sliding forward on his knees, he settled me down on the upholstered chair that stood directly behind me. My bottom plopped down on the cushion. He dragged me to the edge of the chair and looked up at me. The anticipation that electrified his stare flashed through me in bursts of physical joy.
“Yes?” he breathed.
My aching pussy clenched so hard I gasped. “Yes.”
The smile he flashed me reminded me of the eager young man he’d been on the day I lost my virginity to him. It also reminded me of the horny, enthusiastic young woman I’d been. I’d all but jumped him that first time. I wanted to go fast. He made me go slow. He made sure I felt intense pleasure the first time and always after that.
