Page 60 of Broken Bonds

He’s asking me to follow the steps for a melody that he’s playing.

“I’m free, Lionel, and I choose you.”

With those words, it seems that I’ve lifted the weight of the world from his shoulders.

“Thank God.”

Words can’t express the intensity of this moment, how much his eyes convey when looking at me. He leans down, and in an instant, his lips are on mine, throwing gunpowder on the fire that has burned between us since our reunion. I’m consuming myself, but instead of going out, I feel more alive than ever.

His tongue explores my mouth, making it so that he’s all I can feel. His hands slip under my shirt, searching for my bare skin.

“Tell me this is all you’re wearing.”

Almost, but I’m not telling you.

“You need to discover that on your own.”

He needs no more invitation, and a roar comes out from his chest when he realizes that there are only the skimpiest panties I brought under the cotton fabric. They are white lace and do nothing to hide my desires.

“I want to see you,” he murmurs without taking his mouth far from mine. “I want to kiss you all over.”

Yes, yes, do it. The voice screams in my head, but only a pleading gasp comes from my lips.

“I want to see you too,” I reply. I want to see, feel, and touch.

Make him mine, stain his soul with my colors, lose myself in him.

Lionel gets rid of his clothes in record time, throwing his shirt and jeans to the other side of the room and then kissing me hungrily again. Voracious.

This feels so different. It’s like it’s our first time.Our first time, for real.

As his mouth travels down my neck, my hands tangle in the thick strands of his dark blond hair. I also want to touch him everywhere, learn the hills and valleys of his muscular body again, of his golden skin now marked by bullet scars.

Thank you for this new chance. I say to whoever gave it to us.

“Baby,” I hear him say as my hands run down the short-haired path that runs down the center of his hard torso. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

“I want to feel you,” I complain.

“And you will,” he replies. “But if you keep touching me, this is going to end too soon, and I want it to last. There is so much I want to do to you.”

“Lionel,” I moan, as his tongue circles around one of my nipples, hardening it, and stealing my breath. “But I want…”

“Hands on my shoulders, baby.”

And I do my best to follow the order, but he’s making it so difficult.

A path of kisses goes down my side, down my navel, down my belly. Until he reaches between my legs, as he runs his tongue along my skin while dropping my feet to the floor, in front of the loveseat.

“Next time, we’ll go for dessert first,” he says after taking the first lick between my folds. “Dessert in the morning… dessert at lunchtime,” another and another.

I’m like a hot air balloon, getting ready to fly.

“And when I’m feeling greedy, I’ll also have dessert in the afternoon and twice at night.”

A finger enters me, and I cry out his name while his other hand keeps my legs open for him. This feels so good. He takes the time to discover me like never before, what makes my breaths faster, my back arches, and my hands can’t keep still.

This isn’t the same Lionel I met a few months ago, this is a new man, and I’m falling hard and fast for him. Like never before.

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