Page 59 of Unshackled
“Try me...”
“We ...oh!” she arched her back as I slipped my hand into her briefs, my finger making gentle contact with her swollen nub.
“Continue,” I said, my own voice rough with desire as I took in her rising abandon.
“We were made for each other,” she breathed, her body moving shamelessly over my hand as she used me to reach her own explosive release. “It was obvious from the start,” she added, her glazed eyes making contact with my own, hersincerity in their depths taking my breath away as my heart soared with the words she had used. It was the closest I’d ever been to hearing the words I longed to slip from her lips. We’d had the discussion plenty of times before and it always ended in me parking it. I got that her history meant “I love you” had never been her thing, but I wanted so much for me to be different ... to be special.
“Made for each other— that sounds like a stamp you might put on Ken and Barbie’s backsides,” I teased, my mouth dropping to softly kiss at the sensitive underside of her wrist. “Besides, you know full well the pair of them are madly in love.”
“Are we back on them?” she asked, struggling to remain on topic.
I nodded at her, easing the pressure of my hand so that I could keep her focus just a bit longer.
“Meanie,” she moaned, trying to use her body to coax me back.
“Well, they are utterly besotted,” I persisted. “Surely you can see that?”
She nodded, her eyes on me as I started to trail my tongue up the length of her arm, her body obediently relenting to the tempo and pressure I dictated.
“Well, I guess that makes them not so different to us after all...” she remarked thoughtfully.
I stilled, my eyes rocketing to hers, the same question I had asked seconds before leaving my lips, only this time the stakes on this answer were through the roof. “How so?”
She gave me a half-smile, her glittering eyes full of adoration as she brought her hand up to cup my face, her thumb brushing lovingly across my cheekbone. “Because my wonderful, gorgeous Abigail, I am head over heels in love with you.”
I didn’t have chance to respond as her head lowered to mine, her mouth encouraging my own to part with a gentle nudge astears welled behind my closed lids, happiness like nothing I had ever known swamping me. I let her guide me into the kiss, from soft and slow, to deep and intoxicating, all the while, the bubble of joy within me feeling fit to burst.
Eventually she broke away, her breathing coming in small, excited pants. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to confess as much.”
“Don’t apologize, baby,” I said, staring up at her with an overwhelming sense of love. “I can’t tell you how happy you have made me.”
“Then don’t tell me...” There was that playful smile again.
“Oh, I’ll show you all right,” I said, flipping her body so that she lay beneath me on the lounger, my eyes drinking in every inch of her glorious body and loving gaze.She loves me.
She really loves me.
Emma: She’s perfect, not so pristine, and all mine!
The End
