Page 145 of Blossoms of the Heart
I asked him to make love to me, but it was I that wanted to make love to him.
He stripped me down and placed fiery kisses all over my body.
Usually I’d feel the ecstatic bliss of his touch in one place at a time. Tonight, it was all over. We kissed the clothes off each other.
His kisses were urgent and exploratory; it told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I molded myself into the lean contours of his body, arching into each kiss and enjoying the delicious taste of him. Then his grip tightened on my hips with possessive need.
We both lowered to the smooth silkiness of the sheets, naked and together. Tangled in the bonds of the love I felt.
As he slid into me I sucked in a deep breath.
A deep moan stirred within the hard walls of his chest. He looked down at me as he moved back and started pumping. Passion then took hold of us, flooding me with desire. Pulsing through my veins, spiraling throughout my body.
My heart took in the moment, expanding and glowing, reaching out to him, and suddenly a golden wave of bliss surrounded me. Better than sexual desire.
My brain, which had protected me for so long, warned me to take hold of myself, grip my feelings and rein them back in, but as I gazed up at Tai, I didn’t want to.
I wanted to yield to all the emotions I felt for him. Everything that captivated and captured me.
I wanted to abandon my fears, all of it and feel love.
Love.
Just acknowledging it sent a jolt of electricity through me. He sensed the awakening response within me and pumped even harder. I moaned at the impact and cried out his name.
The turbulence of ecstasy surged through me as he really got going and my body radiated with fire.
The orgasm that erupted within me scorched my mind clean of everything, shrinking into raw, primitive passion.
I writhed against him in overload, coaxing him into his own release, which I noticed he held back.
He leaned down onto me, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers through mine as he thrust into me one last time, giving into his own climax. He released his warmth into me with a deep growl of pleasure and stilled.
I couldn’t disguise my body’s reaction or deny the feelings that warmed my heart.
His warm breath caressed the hollow in my neck. He released my hand and moved onto his back, but I followed him so I could rest my head against the corded muscles of his chest.
“What are you doing to me, Phoebe?” he whispered against the top of my head.
It was the note of worry in his voice that caught my attention. I lifted my head to gaze up at him and saw the anguished question in his eyes, probing to my very soul.
This wasn’t about fun anymore. Not for either of us.
But then it never was.
Not ever.
I couldn’t answer him.
I just placed my head back on his chest and closed my eyes, not knowing what I was going to do.
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Tai
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