Page 73 of Robert

“You’re tense.” Her eyes met his as she started to work on the tight knots of his shoulder muscles. “Ah, here we go.” Her fingers kneaded slowly as she kept her eyes on his face.

Stress at work?”

Her beautiful and sexy lips curved into a smile when he merely lifted his brows and did not respond.

“Being cooperative, I see.” Her fingers drifted to his neck and pressed down, feeling the erratic beating of his pulse. “Why don’t I do the talking? I was thinking if it is a boy, we name him Charles.” Her smile widened as he glowered at her.

“No? How about Francis? It is a nice strong name and I think it’s English.” She laughed at the look on his face. She was now massaging his chest and whisking her thumbs over his nipples,relishing the change of expression and the groan that escaped him.

“If it’s a girl…?” Her breathing was hitching in her chest as she continued to toy with his nipples. “Sarah with a ‘H’ – or Eleanor…” She had moved down his chest, scooting further so she could work on his flat stomach.

“Or we decide together.” He still had not said anything, but his breathing had accelerated to the point where he could barely speak let alone think.

“Know what I admire most about your magnificent body?” She did not expect a response as she circled the indentation of his navel. “The tautness of your belly and the way the hairs form a whorl right here.” She trailed her fingers through the pattern that meshed with the hairs covering his very impressive sex.

“And this of course.” His breath escaped in a whoosh when she started to stroke his hot shaft slowly. Moisture was already beading the reddened tip, and he couldn’t control his reaction when she slid a fingernail into the slit.

“Don’t,” he rasped.

“Don’t what?” She slid down even more. “Exploit my power? Blow the top of your head off?” Her head hovered over him, and he felt himself tensing, his breath backing up inside his throat. “I want to taste you. I love the musky scent of your desire. You have done this to me too many times to count and I’m returning the favor.”

“You don’t have to.” His fingers tightened on the board so hard that he could feel it digging into his flesh.

“Too late, darling.”

Even though he was poised ready and prepared for her mouth, he could not stop the jolt from lancing through his unsuspecting body. When her tongue started swirling around the tip, he simply lost it. His hips heaved towards her mouth and the pleasure was so excruciating, he felt as if he was dying.

Sensations slammed at him, coming from all directions. His groans echoed around the room. When she closed her mouth and drew him in, he cried out her name over and over again, his body bucking towards her as the pleasure became more than he could bear.

Somehow in the midst of a passion so strong, he found the strength to reach out and pull her up and over him. Settling her on top of him, he bared his teeth in a growl when she sheathed him completely, taking in all of him. His hands clamped around her waist, possessively massaging her baby bump.

His face was harsh from passion. A vein ticking at his left temple. “You undo me.” His voice was thick, his chest heaving. His hands drifted up to cup her breasts and he could feel her sucking him in even more.

“I cannot get enough of you. I will never be able to fully describe what you do to me, for me.” He twirled the tip of her nipples and watched as she sucked in her breath. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You are my weakness; my Achilles heel and I don’t give a damn.”

He added roughly as he eased up to take a nipple between his teeth. He had no sooner started suckling, than she exploded around him. Her back arched, her fingers digging into his chest as the violent waves of sensations rocketed through her body.

Her explosion set his off and he had just started driving into her, when his own climax swamped him. His body convulsed and shuddered, his heart pounding so loudly, he could barely hear anything else. He called out her name, his arms drawing her down, so that he could crush his mouth on hers as he emptied himself inside her.

She was sprawled on his chest, her body still trembling. His arms were wrapped around her waist as he struggled to regain some sort of composure and control.

When she stirred, he shifted so that she was lying half on top of him. Concern etched his forehead, and he lifted her chin to study her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She curled into him and felt like purring. “I feel great.” Her fingers were tangled through the damp hairs on his chest. “Invigorated. I think that’s what great sex does to a woman.”

“Is that so?” Lifting one hand, he brushed back the tendrils clinging to her damp forehead.

She nodded. “You’re my weakness too.”

“Pardon?”

She grinned. “You say things when you’re overcome.”

To her amusement, a faint blush stained his tanned skin. “Well….” He cleared his throat and gave her a wry look. “You should drink the tea. I will go and warm it up.”

“You’re my Achilles heel as well.” The humor had fled to be replaced by the emotions that were storming through her. “I was never a romantic. Love was just something people say to pretty up lust. I never watched romantic movie because they always have impossible expectations and seemed so sappy.”

She took his hand and brought it to her lips her eyes moist. “Until you. God, I love you so much that I cannot breathe. I cannot take a breath without drawing you in, tasting you, smelling you. I am almost thirty-three and I feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Oh Robert.”

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