Unconditional (Book Two)

32. Unconditional { Part Three }

Jim opens the door of the room slowly, letting Amelie walk inside first. The warm feeling coming from the heater she left on all afternoon gives them both a melting sensation, as they feel their bodies leaving the cold behind and heating up.

"Hey, Amelie...."

Amelie removes her diamond earrings and rings, leaving them on the table as Jim speaks. "Yes, sweetie?"

But Jim stops abruptly, just lustfully staring at his wife standing with her back facing him, carefully removing her coat. His mouth curves into a smile incessantly, and he bites his bottom lip.

From Amelie's mouth escapes a slight shout, followed by a series of laughter as Jim fortuitously approaches her and carries her bridal style, gingerly putting her down on the bed with him on top of her and locking his lips with hers softly.

"I missed you," he whispers with a heavy breath when he pulls away for a moment, removing a strand of hair from Amelie's alluring face.

She smiles, gently brushing her fingers through his soft, brown hair; and pushing his head lightly to meet again with his soft lips. Amelie melts into the feeling of her mouth in friction against his, trembles at the feeling of his hands tracing her body. "J-Jim," she breaths, as he pecks his way down her soft neck. Amelie arches her back onto him a little, at the time that he kisses down the deep, V-neck opening of her flannel shirt. "Sorry to break the moment, but...are we even allowed to do this?"

Jim levels his face with Amelie's, staring at her in the eyes with an uncountable amount of love and lust echoed in his eyes. "Don't kill me but...when you left to the restroom a while ago, I actually took your phone and asked the doctor. He gave us green light."

Amelie chuckles nervously, lightly caressing his cheek. "Well, alright then," she whispers, but it is impossible not to notice a certain concern reverberating in her voice.

"Are you okay?" Jim asks with worry after listening to her terrified voice.

But with the lustful stare of his now pupil-commanded eyes, the feeling of his body on top of her, and the sight of his soft, pink lips...Amelie feels suddenly paralyzed, wanting nothing else other than feeling him. "Yes, just....k-kiss me," she whispers with a heavy breath, and immediately Jim follows her command.

He kisses her gently the first time—enjoying the slow feeling of her lips intertwined with his. Then he follows with a kiss increased in hunger, one after the other building up...until they are mouthing each other with complete lust and desire. They swiftly turn each other around with Jim's arms now wrapped securely around Amelie's back. And she ends up sitting on top of his body in a straddle, a sudden alarm rushing through her nerves as she feels like she might fall off the bed with the force with which they switched each other. But as Jim tightly takes hold of her hips—she cups his face with her soft palms, and leans over to kiss his soft lips.

Gently brushing his hands around Amelie's back, Jim takes a moment to finally feel her, actually become aware that she is here with him, both living the moment in complete consciousness. He moves his fingers slowly up through her back, over the nape of her neck—saving into his mind the feelings and angles—and playing with her soft, long hair. He feels her arms and her small waist, never separating his hands from her person as if they were glued to her. Down to her lower back and all through her thighs, desiring her attire to be gone and lost, not being the obstacle between his nerves and her bare skin.

Amelie brings her fingers to slowly unbutton Jim's navy blue shirt, just while she hungrily though mildly kisses her way down his freckled neck. Small moans escape Jim's mouth with the feeling of Amelie's lips traveling down his body, this along the sensations created by her fingers gracefully loosening his upper garment.