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"I feel you," he said In a low, rough voice. "Even through your panties I can feel you. You're moving against me. Do you ache, Faith? Am I making you ache?"
"Yes," she sobbed quietly. She could feel her hips lifting, her legs parting, seeking release while praying this spiraling peak would go on forever.
"I can't bear to see you hurting," he murmured next to her ear before tracing the shell with his tongue, then suckling her lobe. He nursed it even as he worked her hose and panties downward. She felt the shift of the bed as he kicked them aside. Then his fingers found her as his mouth took hers. Tremors. Her body sighing, weeping for more.
"Tell me how to make the hurt go away," he commanded gently at the same time that he stroked his fingertips over and around her, playing her body with a merciless accuracy. He stopped at the threshold and pressed without breaching. She arched up in silent entreaty, but still he withheld filling the emptiness.
"Please, Myles. Don't... don't make me beg."
"I want you to beg. I want you so far gone you're begging me not to stop. Not now, not ever." He pressed himself against her, moving in a rhythm that matched the sleek entry of his fingers.
She jerked upward, welcoming the unfamiliar sensation that plunged her deeper and farther into a world of intimate knowledge that was theirs and theirs alone.
"What are you doing to me?" she suddenly cried as he pushed deeper with a tempo that was slow and then furious. "What are you... I can't take much more of this. Please, Myles. Please—"
"I'm hurting too." He quickly led her hand to his groin. "Feel me hurt too."
She did feel him. And she also felt the hurt of their bodies, the agony of their souls. They were healing together, fusing their strength and mending themselves with this terrible passion that was tearing them to pieces, then putting them back together as no longer two, but one.
Through the cloth of his pants she could feel him pulsing and straining against her. She fumbled with his zipper, and with an impatient growl he opened it for her.
She was unprepared for what greeted her, for the hungry urgency of his immediate, rapid thrust. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, and she cherished his flesh, the incredible warmth of his skin.
"Make love to me," she moaned. "Make love to me now."
"No," he groaned against the tangle of her hair. "Not yet. Not until... let it go, Faith. Let me feel you melt in my hand."
She had no answer as his fingers pushed inside her, driving her on and on until she was plunged into utter darkness.
"Myles," she cried frantically, blindly searching for his mouth, clutching him to her while she pleaded for him to take her now.
She opened her eyes and met his, slitted with a wild, dark fury. He was suddenly on top of her, his arousal sliding sweetly over her folds.
His fingers laced with hers, and he held her arms spread in helpless surrender on the bed.
"Why?" she whispered.
He brought her hand to his mouth and tenderly kissed each finger, closing his eyes as he struggled with his own unsatisfied yearning.
"It's too soon for us, Faith." He skimmed his lips over hers, then lapped at her tears. "I had to... to have you, at least this much. We took our first step. But we need more time before we run."
"It wasn't enough, Myles. I only took."
"You took what I wanted you to have. And I'll take the rest. When we're both ready."
"When we're ready?" she repeated, uncomprehending. She was struggling with the confusing mix of ecstasy and distress. Surely he hadn't guessed... but he'd touched her there. Could he have somehow realized—no. It had to be something else.
"I don't understand, Myles."
"Don't you? The urge is so strong, it makes me want to forget to be gentle, to forget your body's not just yours anymore."
"You're afraid of hurting the baby?" She'd forgotten, and as if she needed a reminder, she felt a slight fluttering inside. The baby bound them, yet kept them apart.
"A little.
"I feel you," he said In a low, rough voice. "Even through your panties I can feel you. You're moving against me. Do you ache, Faith? Am I making you ache?"
"Yes," she sobbed quietly. She could feel her hips lifting, her legs parting, seeking release while praying this spiraling peak would go on forever.
"I can't bear to see you hurting," he murmured next to her ear before tracing the shell with his tongue, then suckling her lobe. He nursed it even as he worked her hose and panties downward. She felt the shift of the bed as he kicked them aside. Then his fingers found her as his mouth took hers. Tremors. Her body sighing, weeping for more.
"Tell me how to make the hurt go away," he commanded gently at the same time that he stroked his fingertips over and around her, playing her body with a merciless accuracy. He stopped at the threshold and pressed without breaching. She arched up in silent entreaty, but still he withheld filling the emptiness.
"Please, Myles. Don't... don't make me beg."
"I want you to beg. I want you so far gone you're begging me not to stop. Not now, not ever." He pressed himself against her, moving in a rhythm that matched the sleek entry of his fingers.
She jerked upward, welcoming the unfamiliar sensation that plunged her deeper and farther into a world of intimate knowledge that was theirs and theirs alone.
"What are you doing to me?" she suddenly cried as he pushed deeper with a tempo that was slow and then furious. "What are you... I can't take much more of this. Please, Myles. Please—"
"I'm hurting too." He quickly led her hand to his groin. "Feel me hurt too."
She did feel him. And she also felt the hurt of their bodies, the agony of their souls. They were healing together, fusing their strength and mending themselves with this terrible passion that was tearing them to pieces, then putting them back together as no longer two, but one.
Through the cloth of his pants she could feel him pulsing and straining against her. She fumbled with his zipper, and with an impatient growl he opened it for her.
She was unprepared for what greeted her, for the hungry urgency of his immediate, rapid thrust. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, and she cherished his flesh, the incredible warmth of his skin.
"Make love to me," she moaned. "Make love to me now."
"No," he groaned against the tangle of her hair. "Not yet. Not until... let it go, Faith. Let me feel you melt in my hand."
She had no answer as his fingers pushed inside her, driving her on and on until she was plunged into utter darkness.
"Myles," she cried frantically, blindly searching for his mouth, clutching him to her while she pleaded for him to take her now.
She opened her eyes and met his, slitted with a wild, dark fury. He was suddenly on top of her, his arousal sliding sweetly over her folds.
His fingers laced with hers, and he held her arms spread in helpless surrender on the bed.
"Why?" she whispered.
He brought her hand to his mouth and tenderly kissed each finger, closing his eyes as he struggled with his own unsatisfied yearning.
"It's too soon for us, Faith." He skimmed his lips over hers, then lapped at her tears. "I had to... to have you, at least this much. We took our first step. But we need more time before we run."
"It wasn't enough, Myles. I only took."
"You took what I wanted you to have. And I'll take the rest. When we're both ready."
"When we're ready?" she repeated, uncomprehending. She was struggling with the confusing mix of ecstasy and distress. Surely he hadn't guessed... but he'd touched her there. Could he have somehow realized—no. It had to be something else.
"I don't understand, Myles."
"Don't you? The urge is so strong, it makes me want to forget to be gentle, to forget your body's not just yours anymore."
"You're afraid of hurting the baby?" She'd forgotten, and as if she needed a reminder, she felt a slight fluttering inside. The baby bound them, yet kept them apart.
"A little.
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