Page 40 of Capturing Hearts

“Oh my…what?! I’m–” He shoves his tongue in my mouth to stop me from thinking too much. I can’t help but respond to his sensuous kiss, the heat from his tongue and the way that he moves it, driving me senseless. Reaching, I stroke his erection and he groans into my mouth, his deep voice vibrating through me. He unzips his pants, tugging them all the way off over his naked feet, the Christmas tree’s lights casting the most beautiful glow on his muscles. With his eyes on me, he takes his length in his hand and licks his lips, putting it into my waiting palm with a gleam in his dark, blue eyes. I clasp him firmly, stroking up and down as he groans, his body tensing under the pleasure I’m giving.

I warn him on a moan as he pushes his hips forward, wanting in, “Easy now.”

With hunger in his eyes, he nods and strips off his sweater, positioning himself in front of me with his hands on my hips, his eyes on mine. “Bing Crosby again.”

I stop and listen. Silent Night has begun. I smile into my husband’s eyes. “Can I keep this moment forever. You in that light, with this music and… all of this. It’s so beautiful.”

“Just like my wife.”

I take his face in my hands and stare at him, the man I committed my life to, as he slowly brings our bodies together as one. His long eyelashes flutter closed as he feels the sweetness of how we fit so perfectly together. My hands float down to rest on the strength of his bare shoulders. Gently, he rocks in and out of me, easing his way in. We haven’t done this in awhile. Too long. The doctor said it was safe, but we were both nervous. The argument we had and the fear that lay behind it has done away with those nerves. It’s replaced them with a far greater need to be together, like this.

We gaze at each other and when he reaches in as deeply as he feels he should, I close my eyes and let my neck relax, my head falling back and my breasts and belly arched out toward him. He groans and moves in me as I feel myself becoming more swollen, and deliriously happy. He holds onto my lower back and presses his fingers into the sore places there around my spine, with so much strength and support that I raise my head, meet his eyes and whisper, “I trust you,” knowing full well that these words are a tonic to him and every other man alive.

He closes his eyes and grimaces with pleasure, groaning as he moves at a building beat, the movement easing the pressure inside me in such an amazing way. After awhile of the sweet back and forth of his filling me up, kissing me and releasing my lips to lower himself and suckle my breasts, I feel the pulse begin to throb deep inside, the release just around the corner. We moan together and soon he looks at me like he can’t hold back anymore. I nod that I want him to keep going, to feel what he’s feeling, completely and without holding back. He’s careful, and the way he thickens and moves is just the right amount of abandoned jerking of his body that I feel my damn burst inside me, too. I cry out and he ducks down to take my breast again into the heat of his mouth as the waves pulse through my core. He releases all of himself deeply into me and growls as I pull his head up and latch my lips onto his. When our heartbeats eventually slow, we open our eyes, and he murmurs into my neck, “Wow.”

I smile, nodding and stroking his hair. “Yeah.” Closing my eyes, I say on a sad groan, “I can’t believe I have to go to work soon. I wish the girls weren’t gone. More than anything I want to stay here with you tonight.” And I mean that. It’s Christmas Eve, what was I thinking?

He puts his forehead to mine, still resting inside me, pulling up the blanket around me to keep me warm. “I’ll be there with you.”

I don’t argue, but I know at some point tonight I will send him home to eat a good meal and come back to get me at closing time. Sitting at a bar, even my bar, from six o’clock to after two in the morning will just be too boring for him, as much as he would debate that. I don’t want to debate it, but Bobby will be working, and Mark’s in New York now. His friends from work have other plans, I’m sure. So he’d be stuck watching me for all that time, and that’s just silly. At least here, he can watch T.V.

He separates to reach for his pants and check the time on his phone. Pulling my skirt down and the blankets tighter, I watch him read it and come up with a smile. “We’ve got two hours. Let’s order some take out.”

Before I even think about it, I’m blurting, “Garlic bread?” with excitement.

“You’re craving garlic bread? Alright, let’s see who’s open and serving Italian.” Typing into his phone, he says offhandedly, “We should go to Italy sometime.” I give him a look and he chuckles. “Spain?”

Nestling my lower back against the support-cushion again, I say on a contented smile, “Spain sounds wonderful.”

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