Silver Currents of Change

Chapter 27

Only light coming from the living area lighted the bedroom. He was holding her in his arms, and she felt like she wanted to stay there all night. Then he placed her gently on the king-sized bed. He felt heavy when he got on top of her, but it was heavy in a good way. Still, when he kissed her again, she had to catch her breath more than once. His kisses were deep and probing, and then, urgently but gently, he touched and caressed her body and stripped her clothes off at the same time. Before she knew it, they were both naked, and she felt his tight and very strong body pressing into her skin, his knees pushing her legs apart.

"Talk to me," he said as he kissed, caressed, and explored every part of her body. "Let me know if anything I do feels ... uncomfortable for you."

A full moment later, as soon as she could, she whispered a breathless, "Okay."

They soon became engaged in the rhythm of lovemaking, and their feelings for each other started growing stronger and deeper with every breath and every move. She put her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being locked in ultimate closeness with him. He was strong and gentle, demanding and insistent, intense and passionate, but very caring and tender. He called her name, softly, over and over every time he kissed her. It frightened her, in a way, knowing their relationship had changed forever, but she decided to trust her heart. She was giving her body and her heart to a man she was already in love with. She knew he loved her too, even though he hadn't said it. 

They made love for hours, enjoying the feel and the excitement of finally being able to express all they had been feeling for months. When their eyes were open, they studied each other's faces while having silent conversations about how much in love they already were. After what they were doing got to be too much for either of them to bear even one second longer, they allowed passion to take them to the highest, most satisfying degree of pleasure, again and again, until they both reached breathless exhaustion.

Awakening to the steady patter of rain against the windows, sounds that brought peace and calmness to mind in a natural, soothing melody, it was dawn, and he was still holding her. She felt him breathing softly against her neck, and, in her heart, she knew he was feeling the same thing she was. That's why everything felt right about the night and the morning. Her eyes were still closed, but she wasn't asleep. She was thinking about all that happened, and how much her body and her heart needed what they were doing and what was happening between them.

"That was unbelievable," was all he said when he finally spoke. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Hurt me?" She opened her eyes reluctantly, not wanting the beautiful night they were spending together to end. "Harvey, I'm all healed from when you tackled me."

"You mean from the first time I tackled you?"

She smiled and nudged him with her elbow. He laughed.

"I tackled you again last night and this morning. Only this time I'm the one who got carried away."

The sweet fragrance of love was in the air when she moved closer to him, and they kissed. Then she got on her knees in bed and playfully straddled him. When her hair flopped forward, covering her chest and torso, he brushed it back, tenderly. Touching and caressing her body, he told her he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked in the light of dawn, in her birthday suit. Rain was still beating against the windows when she laid her head against his chest and then whispered, "For the record, you didn't hurt me. If you'd hurt me, I would have screamed." She was listening to his heartbeat, feeling so much love for him she wished time could just stand still and let them stay in their first time together, forever.

"You did," he said, caressing her bottom.

Realizing what he said, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "Huh?"