As the music in their head wind down, the shrill ring of the phone broke the silence outside. It was the services they requested for. Richard went for the acupuncture and with much cajoling from her husband, Maine relented and gave it a try as well.
It was almost 6am before they decided to officially call it a day. They watch the sunrise at their villa's veranda, his arms were around her waist, holding her close, his face buried in her sweet smelling hair that framed her face. He breathed her in. She turned her head and cupped his face, chuckling softly.
R: I'm sorry Love..
M: *she froze, surprised by the words* For what?
R: *He shook his head, not sure how to say it*
M: *she turned around fully in his arms to look at him again, her eyes searching, wanting an answer*
R: He stared down at her for only a moment before he let his eyes wander, the words caught in his throat, his eyes shutting* For not... loving you... the way you deserve to be loved. For not marrying you the way you should have gotten married in the first place. You deserve the world my love, you deserve much more than I can give you.
His words surprised even her, hadn't expected him to say them. She stared up at him for a moment, his face vulnerable, the clear look of being truly touched in her eyes. He went to open his mouth, perhaps to make excuses, but she placed her fingers to his lips to stop him. A soft shushing noise left her before she leaned up, pressing her mouth to his in a gentle kiss.They held onto it. It was soft and sweet, he let his hand move upwards, cupping her cheek. When she finally pulled away, she took a moment to look up at him. Deep brown eyes searched through his and a smile twitched at the corner of her lips.
M: Take me to bed love..
R: *nods, smiles and kisses M again* As you wish my love.. *as he lifts her up in his arms*
He felt her arms wrap around him and he felt nothing more than his need engulfing him, returning her kiss generously and pulling her closer to him, needing nothing more than to feel her close to him; to know that she was there and she needed him, too. He pulled her even closer and felt her melting into him as he continued to kiss her deeply, feeling her return every touch as though she needed him as desperately as he needed her.
She couldn't bear to let him go, clinging to him like he were the very essence of life itself. Needing everything about him, to touch him or smell him or feel him, to be with him in every possible sense of the act of being, becoming a part of him as much as he'd become a part of her.
He, feeling love, need, desire, and truth all wrapped in one gut-wrenching emotion, and realizing that she needed him as badly as he'd needed her. He pulled her back to him, kissing her hungrily, touching her and feeling her as though it was their first time.
He laid her on the bed, taking her satin robe off her shoulders, showing the thin silk straps of her negligee underneath. and pulling her on top of him. Feeling her tugging at his own shirt, and allowing her to remove it, and reveling in the feeling of her skin and his skin colliding, feeling the feeling of them, of closeness and hotness and togetherness. Needing to be even closer to her if he could, so close that he was a part of her and she a part of him.
She hadn't been wearing a bra underneath her silk nightdress, he reached around the front of her body to touch her breast. She moaned into him as he did, and it emboldened him to touch more savagely, needing not only to feel her, but to give himself to her, freely, wholly.
She nibbled on his ear, gasping when he found a new spot on her body to caress, kissing his neck and whispering his name in his ear. She sat up on her knees and took off her robe and negligee, and he leaned forward to watch her, realizing that underneath, she had not been wearing any panties.
"Oh, Gawd," he whispered as he took in her naked form, feeling his arousal increase at the sight of her, feeling his need for her increase even more than he'd thought possible. She leaned her arms over to him, pushing him back onto the bed, and pulled his boxers off in one move, revealing his solid erection. She grabbed it with both hands, one on top of the other, and stroked him gently, watching his face as he gasped under her touch, very much enjoying how aroused he was. She continued to stroke him with her right hand, and leaned in to take him in her mouth, glancing up at him as she did so.
"Maine ... kingina," he choked out, She teased him with her tongue, tasted him fully, evoking low moans from the man beneath her, moans which seemed to settle in the lowest part of her body and caused her to shudder in anticipation of having him.
She withdrew him from her mouth and moved back up his body to kiss him, feeling his arms wrap around her and moving down to cup her ass before his left hand found its way inside her moist center.
"Oh," he groaned out between kisses, "you are so wet." She moaned in response as he caressed her insides, massaging a passion between her legs, until she shifted her weight so that she was on top of him, poised to settle herself down on top of him. She could feel the heat of him against the most sensitive part of her body.
"I need you now," she said as her moist lips met the very tip of his erect member, and he thrust upwards and into her, eliciting a gasp from both of them as he filled her completely.
"Oh, gahd," he moaned, kissing her again before she sat up and began to move on top of him. He reached for her breasts, caressing them with his hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. He watched her intently as she moved on top of him, matching her movements with his own. Watched her bite her lower lip as she reveled in the pleasure he was bringing her. Watched her eyes widen as he reached down to rub her clit while she rode him. Watched her explode into beautiful oblivion as he brought her to orgasm, screaming his name, and bringing his own release just seconds later. He watched as she collapse on top of him, her body entangled with his, and whisper, "Oh, Love.." into his cheek.
And he held her, he didn't know for how long, but it didn't matter, all he knew is that he'd needed her and he'd never stop needing her. Needing her to kiss him like that. Needing her to scream his name like that.Needing her to love him like that.
She kissed him, understanding him completely, and they settled into sleep, the sleep of sweet release.
~~end of part one~~
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