Page 105 of Crash Landing
“My arm is fine. And you weigh little more than a teapot.”
She laughed. “That is utter nonsense.”
“Fine, but you are still light as a feather. Or perhaps it is that my heart feels light as a feather because you are now my wife,” he said, making her laugh again as he set her down gently on his bed.
The room was fairly dark, save for the soft glow of three candles on his nightstand casting an amber light upon the bed.
“I love you,” she said with a vulnerable ache of feeling that tore straight through to his heart.
“Mutual, Florence.”
Those were the last words they spoke as he kissed her and slipped the nightclothes off her to reveal the beauty of her body. He removed his banyan as well, wanting nothing between them.
He took it slow, at first doing nothing more than sliding his roughened hands over her soft curves as she became accustomed to his touch.
In the meantime, she asked her questions abouthisbody,hisarousal, and what all of it signified. “It means I desire you, Florence.”
He then proceeded to show her with his kisses and his mouth on her skin, his tongue on her breasts, and his fingers that would ready her when he claimed her as his wife. She tasted as sweet as a peach, which was the scent of the soap she had used on herself, apparently her favorite. It suited her skin, the warmth of it and the refreshing sweetness of it.
He shifted atop her as he aroused her and felt her passion mounting along with his. He entered her, slow and gentle thrusts at first, hardly intrusive until she became used to his body inside hers and he embedded himself fully.
He wrapped her legs around his hips. “Like this, Florence.”
Although her instincts were just fine and he did not have to explain any further. She went with her feelings, arching to meet his thrusts and clinging to his shoulders that were taut as he felt the heat and pressure of his own impending release.
He kissed her lips with urgency, deep and long, and felt the lovely press of her breasts against his chest as he moved with greater urgency, his body undulating in shifting rhythms and bringing her along with him.
His thrusts were now more urgent. Longer. Deeper.
He saw her passion rising. Felt her on the precipice.
But so was he.
Then all exploded at once, Florence shattering in the throes of her release, her body quivering as his own liquid force spilled into her in wave upon wave of hot desire, his spasms ungentle and unrefined.
Just raw craving. Both of them lost to this scorching need to be one. Lost to passion and, most of all, love.
He watched her exquisitely expressive face as she soared and then slowly floated down to rest in his arms. She embraced these new sensations and embracedhim.
“We both howled,” Florence said, casting him a triumphant smile as they calmed and he rolled off her to collapse on his back atop the mattress.
She turned on her side to face him, her hair spilling over her shoulders in silky, dark waves, and her body as smooth as cream and deliciously warm.
Once again, he drew her into his embrace and lightly brushed his hand along the silken length of her hair. “It was nice. Really nice. Great, actually.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I thought so, too.” Her lips were rosy from his kisses.
They lay together in silence for a long moment, each of them needing time to absorb what had just happened between them. She was so soft and sweet, meant to be in his arms.
Meant to behis.
Yes, they surely had been destined to meet and fall in love. One heart recognizing the other. Their bodies recognizing their mate.
He expected Florence would begin to toss him questions about what they had done, but she lay quietly huddled against him, her breathing smooth and even.
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. She had fallen asleep in his arms.
This was nice. Really nice.
