He followed her into the room. It was almost dark with only a faint glow coming from the window. She took a deep breath. It was their last night and she felt as anxious as if it was her first time. She felt his hands slide across her stomach as he enveloped her in a lengthy hug. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes wanting to commit every touch to memory. He brushed his lips across her neck lightly. She loved the feel of his warm breath on her skin. She loved the feel of his strong arms around her. She loved him, her heart cried. He released her slightly and she turned to face him. He was smiling that smile, the one that made her heart jump in her chest. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. She kissed him hard and urgently. She needed him. She needed him to chase away the pain that threatened to take her over. She refused to let him see how much she was hurting.
His hands rested on her shoulder and pushed her away slightly. She looked up into his eyes bewildered.
“I want to go slow,” he whispered against her lips.
He brushed his fingers across her forehead, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. They continued their journey down her jaw and chin. She swallowed hard and bit her lip. His hand travelled down her neck and across her collar bone and lingered there momentarily. He fumbled with the top button on her blouse. She watched him lick his lips, that one simple action that aroused her like nothing else. He unbuttoned each button painfully slow, brushing the back of his fingers across her bare skin as he went. She tried to pull his t-shirt up, but he stilled her hands. She had to be content with resting her hands on his hips. Finally, he pushed the blouse from her and gently kissed her shoulder. He took his time running his hands across her skin, down her back and across her sides and stomach. She ran her own across his abdomen and tried again to remove his t-shirt. He allowed it this time. She rested her small hands against his chest, feeling the warmth and strength in those muscles. She kissed him lightly between his pectoral muscles. She felt his nipples harden and smiled against him. He kissed the top of her head and pushed against her again. He ran his hands up her back again and squeezed the clasp of her bra together releasing it. He slid his fingers across her shoulders, pushing the straps down her arms. The tips of his fingers brushed against her stomach again on their way to her breasts. She could hardly contain her gasp when he finally brushed his thumb across her nipple. She tried to do the same to him and he grabbed her hand and held it against his chest. He shook his head at her with a crooked grin, denying her once more. He didn’t give her long to be frustrated with him. He swept her up into his arms and lay her on the bed. He kissed her hard and deep at first, then he slowed and his kiss became soft and gentle. She wanted him now more than ever. Yet still he tortured her with his leisurely caresses. He kissed his way down her chest and toyed with her breasts one after the other. He slowly grazed his tongue across her nipple sending shivers up her spine. She slid her foot behind his knee and he allowed her to pull his between her legs. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and rubbed his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. She reached for the button on his jeans, but he stopped her once again. It was almost more than she could stand. How could he be content to fondle her when all she wanted was to have him inside her! She whimpered his name as his kisses continued over her stomach. She felt him chuckle against her skin. It was maddening how much patience he had and how much he enjoyed tormenting her. He ran his hand across her knee and pulled it toward him as he angled his hips toward her. It continued its journey up her leg and he squeezed her buttocks. He kissed her breasts one last time and stood up before her. He grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it from her hips and tossed it to the floor. Her panties joined them shortly after. He began unbuttoning his jeans and she sat up to help. He placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back down on the bed. She took a deep breath. He was so absolutely frustrating! He went back to what remained of his clothes and she watched as he dropped them to his ankles. She let her eyes devour him, traveling over every inch of his naked body. He was a feast.
He climbed over her, straddling her with his arms and sliding his hips between her legs. She could feel how hard he was against her, but he did not continue. He looked down at her with a smirk on his face. His eyes traveled across her face and her body and back to her eyes again. She reached for him, but he grabbed her hand and pinned it to the bed above her head.
“Alex, please,” she whispered.
He shushed her while he trailed his fingers down her body again. He moved her knee and slid his hand up her inner thigh. He leaned over her and kissed her neck again. He was making her crazy with desire. She wanted to touch him so bad. She struggled against his hands, but he wouldn’t release her. He kissed her breasts again, squeezing them and kneading them while his fingers explored the softness between her legs. He caressed her with his tongue and fingers until she was nearly incapable of coherent thought. He finally released his grip on her wrist and raised himself up on his arms again. He thrust his hips against her, entering her after what seemed an eternity of waiting. She gasped and moaned with pleasure. Once having complete control over her hands, she quickly plunged them into his hair and pulled his mouth down onto hers. She was so hungry for him, but he continued to kiss her softly and slowly in rhythm with his hips. She kissed his neck and across his shoulders, enjoying the smell of him, the taste of him, the softness of his skin. She wrapped her hands around his strong back and held him tight. She closed her eyes, concentrating on every kiss, every sensation he gave to her. He had his fingers entwined in her hair now. His breath was coming shorter against her neck. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was keeping time with hers. She felt her climax shake her body, felt him catch his breath as his own shot through him and her simultaneously.
“Zoey,” he breathed heavily in her ear. He kissed her neck and buried his face in her hair.
“Oh, Alex,” she sighed.
I love you, I love you so much! her heart screamed, but her mouth couldn’t form the words.
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