I grab her neck and lay her back down as my body moves over her. She’s naked underneath the comforter, as am I. The feeling of our naked bodies touching overwhelms my senses, and I’m immediately hard again.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her bottom lip trembling just slightly.
Leaning down, I close my eyes and kiss that lip tenderly.
She gasps at the impact.
My intention is to worship every inch of her body. I want to make her know how much I love each part of her and that she’s safe with me. I’ll love her forever, no matter what happens. I want to flood her with feelings so that the words just fall out of her.
She can’t take it back because once she speaks the truth, she’s not going to be able to stop speaking or feeling it. I’m guessing that’s why she hasn’t spoken the words so far. She doesn’t want to love me. She wants to go back to her independent life by herself and get visitation of the kids or some shit like that. She’s scared; everyone she has ever loved has hurt her, left her, or been taken away from her.
She needs to know that I won’t hurt her.
I won’t leave her.
And I won’t be taken from her.
I start at her forehead. I leave a kiss there and then move to each of her cheeks.
“Your eyes have captivated me since we were five, and we hunted a spider together,” I say.
She smiles, her face heating.
My lips find the spot behind her ear that causes her breath to speed. Then I move to her earlobes, my tongue flicking the lobe until she gasps.
“I want to worship your entire body forever. Will you let me?”
“Mmmh,” she moans.
I grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I kiss her lips gently, trying not to get carried away and fuck her too fast.
“Every time I kiss you, your lips hold me captive. I get swept away in your delicious lips. Your taste. Your moans. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
I kiss down her neck until I’m licking down her clavicle. She shifts underneath me as I move closer to the upper curve of her breast.
“And your curves drive me wild, Liesel.”
I find her first nipple with my teeth, teasing it gently as I swirl my tongue along the tip. When I move to the second, she arches her back and sinks her hand into my hair, becoming even more breathless.
“You still with me?” I smile around her other nipple. I want her to feel amazing, but I also need her able to talk. It’s a fine balance.
She groans.
“I’m going to need an actual answer, or I might have to stop.” I flick her nipple with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she curses.
“That’s better, baby.”
I continue my way down her body, kissing over her stomach. I take my time here, still not convinced she’s not pregnant. Her questions from earlier about wanting a biological child of my own pop into my head. My hopes of her being pregnant have nothing to do with my own feelings. Although, it does make me possessive as hell to think I put a baby in her belly. I hope she’s pregnant because she missed out on so much with the kids’ early days. She should get to experience that.
She notices that I spend extra time on her belly.
“I hate you,” she says, once again avoiding saying the real words. I almost regret starting the hate you line.
We are getting close, baby. Just say the actual words.