The warmth from the fireplace had nothing to do with the rise in Michael’s body temperature, as well as other body parts. He and Heidi sat on the sofa in front of the fire, side by side, staring into the flames. The kitchen had been cleaned up, and the dishes washed and put away. She’d agreed to stay for a while since it was still early.
Michael turned, and leaned his arm on the back of the sofa. Her eyes met his, her face flushed, a distinct hitch in her breathing. Ah, she feels it too. He slid closer, attracted like a piece of metal to a magnet. “Heidi.”
“What?”
The word came out a sigh, her sweet breath a perfume as he lowered his head, and moved his mouth over hers, touching the softness of her lips. Then he exploded like a summer storm. All the pent up desire he’d buried for the past weeks rose up to torture him. He had to have her, had to feel her body under his. His lips were hard and searching, wanting, begging for an end to the agony of having her near every day and not touching her this way.
He pulled her close as his tongue slid along her lips, searching for entry. When she moaned softly, he pushed his way in, trying not to frighten her with his passion, but her mouth tasted like honey, soft and warm. He swept his tongue throughout, deepen
ing his possession, making her his. His hands moved to her head, crushing the curls as he’d wanted to, for so long. Shaky fingers slipped into her hair, releasing the loose bun, leaving her abundant waves to tumble over her shoulders.
He pulled away, and leaned his forehead against hers. “I’ve dreamed of this, of seeing your hair down, running my fingers through it.” They both panted as if completing a race. Watching him with darkened eyes, she ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips, and he groaned, taking her mouth once more in a searing kiss. Again he slipped his tongue inside, sweeping her sweet mouth, over all the sensitive parts. He released her lips, and kissed his way over her jaw, down her neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access, a breathless sigh escaping her lips.
Heidi slid her hands up his chest, leaving a path of fire in their wake. She tugged at the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he continued his assault. Slowly, his hands moved up from her waist, settling on her ribs. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, then cupped the soft globes of her breasts, which filled his hands more than her slight figure suggested.
He lowered her to a reclining position, unbuttoned her blouse, then smiled at the perky pink bow at the top of her chemise. He stared into her eyes, as he pulled the end of the ribbon, releasing the tie. His stiff fingers released the small pearl buttons on the front of her chemise, then spread the flaps apart, exposing two perfect white breasts, plump, with rosy nipples already hardened, begging for his attention.
His breath hitched as his gaze roamed over her face, neck, down to her breasts. “My God, you’re beautiful.” Almost a whisper, his voice rasped in reverence.
Heidi moved to cover her breasts with her hands, but he caught them, and kissed her fingertips. “No. Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” Moving her hands to either side of her body, he lowered his head and touched the tip of one nipple with his tongue. Heidi jerked. Michael smiled as he swirled the nipple, then took the hardened bud fully into his mouth and suckled.
She moaned softly, and moved her hands to his hair, running her fingers through the strands. The gentle touch of her slender fingers ignited him further.
Michael moved to the other breast, as Heidi gripped his head, pulling him closer. She began to move her body, her legs restless.
He worked his way up her chest to the soft skin of her neck, to her jaw, her lips, and took her mouth with a bruising possessiveness. He ended the kiss, his lips moving against hers as he spoke. “I want you, Heidi. No matter how much I try to tell myself ‘no,’ the agony won’t stop.” He buried his face against her shoulder and whispered, “I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need you.”
“Yes, Michael, yes. I want you too.”
The whisper shot straight to his groin. Yes. A simple word that would change his world. He could never let this woman go once he made love to her. She fired his blood, her essence burned into his mind. Somehow reminding himself Heidi exemplified ‘forever’ didn’t help. All his defenses had disappeared. She’d worked her way into his heart, and he wouldn’t let her go. Ever.
“Sweetheart, you need to be sure. Once I take your innocence, it’s gone forever.”
“I don’t care. I want you to make love to me. Now. Tonight.”
Her face flushed, her eyes darkened with passion. If he’d thought her beautiful before, now she literally took his breath away. Her lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts gently moving as she took each shuttering breath. Blonde curls hugged her face, trailing down to rest on her slender shoulders. His soul was lost, and there would be no turning back.
His hand cupped her face. “Your mother won’t return for hours, but I won’t make love to you for the first time on a sofa.” Before she could answer, he stood, scooped her into his arms and headed to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
He entered his bedroom, and slid her down his body, her naked breasts rubbing against his shirt. His lips took hers in a crushing kiss, while his hands slipped the top of her dress and chemise off her shoulders. Then he knelt at her feet, tugged the dress the rest of the way down. She stepped out of it, clad only in her drawers, stockings and shoes.
Michael removed her shoes and pulled the drawers down, revealing her most private place to his eyes.
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With Michael at her feet, her naked body completely exposed to him, she should have been embarrassed. Instead a feeling of rightness, of the inevitability of this moment coursed through her. In a few minutes Michael would be her lover. She clutched his head as he placed kisses on a spot she’d never imagined a man would put his mouth. Heat spread from there, up her belly, across her breasts, causing tingles on her nipples where his mouth had been before.
Michael stood, taking her head in his strong hands. His thumbs moved over her cheeks as his lips came coaxingly down on hers. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her.
She wanted to feel his skin, run her hands over his bare chest. Leaning back, she unbuttoned his shirt, moving the material aside. His muscular chest was feathered with brown curls, narrowing on his belly, and like an arrow, disappeared beneath his belt. Her hands looked small as they roamed over his warm flesh. His muscles rippled under her hands, and he tipped his head back, his eyes closed.
Even more daring, she pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed it off his shoulders. When she reached for his belt, his hand covered hers, and he smiled. “Let me.”
Her eyes grew wide when his pants lay bunched on the floor, and he presented the evidence of his desire. “Michael.” She shook her head, her mouth dry. “It’s too big.”
He pulled her against his chest, and kissed her forehead. “Sweetheart, it’s not too big. I promise I won’t hurt you. There will be a little bit of pain since it’s your first time, but believe me, it will fit.”
His fingers pushed the curls back from her head, and he held out his hand. “Come.” He led her to the large bed in the middle of the room, its dark green cover with yellow dots like a field of flowers on a grassy knoll.