Chapter
3
When he turned back he cupped his strong hands to the side of her face and his fingers in her hair, he began again kissing first her forehead then the tip of her nose, and then to them full lush's lips. He felt her body shake with his touch.
Her lips where warm, soft and smooth giving him even more torture towards his own feelings, but he continued to fill her mouth with the warmth of his tongue as she now did the same to him. The women, he was learning, could stir a settled volcano from its pits with her kisses. She knew how to take hold of her lovers tongue as if she were arousing other parts of a man's body, it made him only become more pleased then his imagination could have taken him.
He gently pulled her head back and continued down her neck and around to the side and softly lingering until he hit the spot her beautiful neck weakened for.
She moaned with approval and their bodies began to move together. His was racing; he wasn't done by a long shot. He wanted every inch of her in his mind tonight and she was willing to give.
Slowly he began to lower the straps of the silk teddy off her shoulders, mean while giving her only enough to tease her with his kisses and touching her softly with his warm hands, he moved to the small, yet, rounded breast and began to firmly start to arouse them. A long with the darkened nipples that where already standing at attention. He cupped his breast in his hands and brought his mouth down between and laid more sensual kisses upon her. His mouth went to her nipple, as his tongue flicked back and forth she arched her back and that beautiful music that came to her lips for him he was doing everything right.
He looked up at her and she was so erotic, her chest was rising and falling, the moans matched his touch, her eyes closed as if imaging this not to be true if she where to open them. Her hair though brown shined darker in the shadow of the candle light. While he savored the other nipple, his hand glided up into her hair and with a gentle hard tug he came to meet her mouth hard, hot and with no sacrifice, all the fire he could give she was giving back they seemed to match in every aspect no matter what it was.
The heat they were giving to one another was even more powerful then they had ever dreamt of, on their long wait for connection. He continued down her slender body to her belly that was just as seductive as the rest of her.
He noticed the scar on her flat stomach that she had never told him about, it was covered with an Indian skill head tattoo, it was as if it was her strength to cover her pain, he glided long kisses down it, then went to the belly button which carried a gold ring in the middle, he wanted to miss nothing and no matter the battle wounds she carried, rather in her heart or on the surface, no matter the jewelry she sported she knew just what to do to make herself even more sexy for a man who has wanted her in his mind for so long. He wanted to learn why or when, but those questions and answers would come later for now he, like she, wanted touch, fire, and everlasting explosion.
While still in the mist of their passion he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, he was not expecting what he saw. The was rose paddles upon the bed of every color, more glowing candles, music..... the atmosphere was angelic, longing, but at this time they still had feelings of lust raging through their blood, that thought would have to be later when things calm down and he could think more on those lines.
He was there to please her tonight and not with about himself, for now he wanted to lay her on the bed and let her know she was the only one, only thing, in this world that mattered most.