Our kiss that had started off with passion, was developing quickly. In that one kiss, I could now feel everything that was trapped between us, the years of loneliness, the pain of our enforced separation and the remorse. But most of all, I could feel our love. It was like we had been storing it away for each other for years and now it had been uncorked.
It was explosive.
The kiss wasn’t gentle as our teeth clashed together and his teeth nipped my already overly sensitive lips. But it was us and we both knew we needed to feel everything. We needed to feel everything we had missed out on in the years we had been apart.
Suddenly, we were moving.
I was carried over the threshold of my bedroom. It was as if an imaginary line had been drawn in the sand and once we had taken the step over it, we were both giving in to the questions, doubts and obvious obstacles in the way of us being together. This wasn’t about the earlier quickie we’d had in the hallway as we gave in to our lust for each other. This was us answering our hearts pleas to love each other.
Lifting his mouth away from mine, Raff slowly lowered me to the floor.
It was my turn. My hands started wandering of their own accord. I ran both palms up his chest, feeling the clarity of his defined muscles. In the light of the stars and moon flooding through my Velux windows, I could see him react to my every touch. His nipples hardened as my hands travelled over his bare skin. His breath hitched each and every time I withdrew my touch and then placed my fingertips back on his skin and his grey eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. I removed my hands from his chest and let them move smoothly around to his back, where I lightly scraped my short nails from his shoulder blades down to the waist of his jeans. It was intoxicating watching his reaction to my exploration, his eyes closed momentarily as if it was all too much having my hands on him.
Using the purchase of his loose waistband I stood up on tip toes and pressed my lips back to his. I licked the seam of his closed mouth and willed it to open slightly, the way I now knew I welcomed him. As his lips parted, I heard a drag of air being taken in and then when it seemed he could hold back no more his arms, which had been hanging loosely to his sides, came up to cup my face. Our kiss deepened as his thumbs caressed my cheekbones. The way he kissed me with such deep tenderness touched my heart.
As Raff kept his hands on my face, touching and caressing with such tender affection, the rest of my body began to feel neglected and needy. I could feel my body becoming fidgety and agitated. My feet started to move restlessly of their own accord and my fingers began to grasp his sides, where before they had only rested. I pulled his body closer to mine to seal the small gap between us and felt his hard erection pushing in between us both. Only then did I understand just how hard the man was fighting to control his need for me.
Still his hands cupped my face and his thumbs gently caressed my cheeks and cheek bones. But that simple tender action was now driving me wild with desire. I wanted and needed more. I wanted to feel that touch all over my body, I was on fire for him to lavish the same attention on the rest of my body, yet he continued making love to my mouth and caressing my face.
Finally, he broke away, leaving a fissure between our swollen lips. It was only when he dragged in air and his chest heaved, I knew he was probably even more affected than I was by his need to show me his love.
‘I need you, Lauren,’ Raff almost rasped out on his exhale of breath.
‘Then take me,’ I whispered back.
Then his mouth was back, no longer teasing and caressing, but demanding.
As one, we closed the couple of steps to my bed. Our hands were all over each other. It was ungraceful and we lost ourselves to our feelings of pent up want and need. His hands gradually stripped me of my clothing and his mouth only broke away from mine when it was necessary, in order that he could alleviate me of my confines.
At last, when I felt I could take no more, my naked body was lowered slowly backwards onto my bed.
There, with the light of the night sky to aid my eyes, I watched as he lowered his jeans, kicked off his boots and trod on the bottom of his jeans to free himself of them.
His hair had come down over his face, but I could still see his eyes behind it telling me wordlessly everything I wanted to hear. The man gave off dark and moody with his hair and eye colour and the title had never suited anyone more. The sparkling, silver piercings placed in strategic places on his body were in a complete contrast to his hair, eyes and skin colour.
He was truly magnificent.
Suddenly he moved, crawling up the bed. Eventually, his hands came down in place either side of my face and he slowly lowered his body, so it almost but not quite touched mine. In slow motion, his head twisted to meet my lips with his own. Before my arms had a chance to take a firm hold of him, he broke our kiss and directed his head downwards. His tongue, lips and teeth trailed a path down my body. They explored, savoured and teased every single inch of my sensitive and needy skin, until I was crying out with my need for him. Further and further down he went, until he was kneeling on the floor in between my open feet. His hands found their way under my bum cheeks and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, so that his tongue and mouth were exactly where I needed them to be.
His hands moved and his fingers opened me up wide to him. Then his tongue licked slowly up and down my lips, occasionally applying pressure onto the hood of my clitoris. I could hear my pleas and gasps as I took everything he was willing to give. He teased and toyed with me, taking me so far and then leaving me on the precipice of the cliff we had found our way up to. He read my signals so well and knew when I couldn’t take it any longer. His warm, skilled tongue found its way back to my clit and he flicked and licked, until he drove me over the edge.
‘Oh, God… Rafferty, Oh God… Yes, yes…please.’
My back arched of its own accord and pushed my pussy further into his face. My body was lost in its own dance and demanded he answered its request. His hands moved instantly, receiving me. He grabbed me forcibly by the hips and held me tighter as I rode out my orgasm on his face, until I was so depleted my body collapsed back into the soft duvet under my back.
For a few minutes, as the heady feelings of satisfaction coursed around me and took over my every sense, I reluctantly shut my eyes and relaxed into the powerless feeling of “petite mort.”
The bed shifting as he lay down beside me brought me around, as did the feeling of Raff lightly trailing his fingers all over my sensitive skin. My whole body was on high alert as the aftershocks from the orgasm he had just given me sparked to life under the caress of his fingertips.
His lips pressed to my temple as he whispered in my ear.
‘Are you back with me, Loz?’
My power of speech had been temporarily taken away, so I gently nodded my head and lifted my hand up to capture his muscular arm. I didn’t want him to stop touching me, but I needed somehow to hold on to him as I rode through the feelings he had unleashed inside my body.
‘I need to hold you, Loz. I need to be inside you when you come again.’
My eyes opened wide at his words. As my eyes found him, his face broke out into a huge grin. He was propped up, hand on the side of his face and elbow into the covers at the side of my head. His arm lifted and mine followed as my hand was still holding on tightly. He ran his index finger from my temple and down my jawline.
‘There she is. Fucking hell, you’re beautiful… I’ve never witnessed another woman come undone like that before, Lauren.’ He dipped his head to chastely kiss my lips. ‘When you’re ready, I’d like it to happen again all over my dick.’
He winked at me as he teased.
I was lost, caught up in the here and now. I was lost to the feelings he produced inside of me and the overwhelming need to always feel this way. I was lost to him and knew I always had been. For the first time in many years, I felt intact and knew he was the missing piece of me that I had been waiting for.
I smiled back my answer.
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As his body moved over mine, his mouth once again took mine captive. My body answered his demands and I was instantly ready for him. His cock entered me and for the second time that evening we became as one, conjoined by our love and need for each other. He rocked himself in and out of me gently at first as his eyes sought mine out. Our need for each other and the release we were galloping towards fed our motions until we were gripping hold of each other and crying out each other’s names.
My orgasm hit quickly with no build up, as my body was still recovering from the aftershocks of the first. I could feel my vaginal walls squeezing him tightly, offering him the encouragement he needed to let go. As he came, he reared up, arching his back as his body reacted instantaneously to its sole purpose and forced his cock deeper inside me.
When he was spent, he came back down on top of me, guided by my hold on his shoulders. Our hot, sweat-soaked bodies came crashing back to earth, together. The need to sleep wrapped up together as we were, became all-consuming.
‘This is us, Loz. We’re always and forever. I love you, my girl,’ was the last thing I heard as sleep captured me.
The smell of bacon met my nostrils and coming to, I opened my eyes to meet the soft warm glow of the winter’s sunrise filling one side of my bedroom from the Velux windows.
Slowly, I turned over onto my back and felt the delicious ache my body had been left with this morning. Smiling to myself I moved my arm from underneath my head and it glided across the empty space in the bed next to me. To my relief, the bed still felt warm to touch. Adding that to the delicious smells now making my mouth salivate and I knew without a doubt that everything had happened just as I remembered.
‘Morning.’ Raff walked back to the open bedroom doorway, wearing his barely buttoned up jeans and I could have sworn that I could see the unmistakable glint of silver at the top of the opening. I tore my eyes away. He leant on the doorframe and pushed both of his hands into his front pockets, pushing his jeans a little further down. Refusing to look, I stared at his gorgeous face with his bed mussed hair and noticed he was sporting longer, dark stubble.
And boy did it suit him.
I could tell by the grin on his face he could read my every movement and the thoughts in my head.
‘How are you this morning?’ he asked as he used one hand to remove his hair from in front of his eyes and back up on his head.
‘I’m well and you?’
His eyebrows lifted at my question and then he crossed his arms over his chest.
‘Yeah, I’m good… but I’m nervous.’
‘Nervous?’ I questioned.
‘What happened between us last night, Loz…’
I tried so hard not to react, but I knew the smile I’d been unable to contain at his arrival in the doorway had just been wiped off my face with that one sentence.
‘Don’t look like that… It’s not what you’re thinking. I’ve realised that being with you in the same bed, making love to you and touching you all night long… Hell, fucking you when the mood came over us… and then holding you in my arms until you fell asleep, is what I want for the rest of my life. I know we haven’t even been back together for twenty-four hours, but…’
His voice trailed off as he pushed himself off the doorframe. I grabbed the sheet to cover me as I sat up suddenly, wanting to know exactly where he was going with the conversation. A few steps later and he came to the side of my bed, where he fell to his knees as he grabbed at my loose hand. Stunned, I watched him look down to our conjoined hands as he rubbed his calloused thumb over my knuckles. Then almost at once his eyes were back on me.
‘Lauren, I want to marry you. And honestly, I feel we’ve wasted too much time already.’
I slowly blinked at him, as I stared deep into the grey pools staring back at me as he waited for my response. My stunned mouth opened and closed a few times while I tried to let the words he had spoken sink in.
‘I love you, Loz. I always have and always will. I didn’t sleep much last night. I was too terrified to. Because I didn’t want to miss anything about our first night together in far too long. I already knew how you slept and how you talk in your sleep. By the way, it’s nice to know I’m “that good,”’ he joked to cut through the tense emotional atmosphere and then carried on as a blush hit my face. ‘But, the way you snuggled into me when I wrapped you up in my arms was new to me, when it fucking well shouldn’t be.’
‘You’re asking me to marry you, Raff?’ I questioned, making sure I wasn’t dreaming. ‘You don’t have to.’
‘Yes, I do. Because it’s what I want, it’s what I’ve always wanted.’
‘Okay,’ I offered back, still too stunned to add anything much to the conversation.
He let a small laugh go. ‘Yeah, I know it’s a surprise, but this is us. It’s not too soon, hell we’ve loved each other for almost two decades. So, there’s no fucking way it’s too sudden. The way I see it is, we’ve wasted too much time already and it makes perfect sense to me, as I want to be with you forever. The question is, is it what you want?’ His hand left mine and his index finger came up to my lips as they opened a little to reply.
‘Don’t answer me right now.’ He nodded at me before he leant over to kiss me. ‘I need to get the breakfast. Stay right there.’
He stood and jogged his way out into the living area. I grasped all my bedding to my chest, too stunned to know what to think and flung myself back down on my bed. So, I rested there, listening as he whistled a tune to himself and dished up our breakfast. I knew then that equally that was a sound I wanted to listen to every morning. He might not want it yet, but the answer I needed to give him was clear in my mind.
He walked back into the bedroom still whistling and although his eyes refused to quite catch mine, I knew he was analysing my every movement.
I sat up in bed once again and offered him a grin that must have matched the Cheshire cat’s. He reached the side of the bed and positioning one knee onto the mattress, he placed the tray down onto my lap. I glanced down and looked at not only the food he’d prepared, but also at all the equipment I needed to test my blood this morning.
‘I love that you cooked for me.’ I looked up and admired the man who was now leaning over me to place a kiss to my forehead and couldn’t resist running one finger over the barbell in his nipple and watching him inhale at the small touch. He quickly caught my wrist and stopped my teasing.
‘Careful,’ he warned. ‘Otherwise you might not get breakfast. And yeah, I want to look after you and I know how much energy you expended last night.’ I raised my eyebrows at the boyish grin that met my smiling face. ‘Sorry it’s so early, Loz. But, I have a meeting back at The Manor I need to get to.’
The feeling of disappointment ran through me, but looking at his contrite face I let it go. Monday was the only day my tearoom was closed before Christmas, and aside from having to take in a delivery that I knew was due, I’d hoped to spend every minute with him. Especially after the question he’d just asked.
‘I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.’ He placed a kiss to the top of my head and moved away.
‘Okay,’ I offered, barely managing to keep a lid on my disappointment.
I picked up my fork and began to play with the food on my plate. In the corner of my bedroom with his broad back turned towards me he thrust both his arms into his creased white shirt, with its ripped cuffs and began to do up the buttons.
‘Do you really want to leave here and not know my answer?’ I spoke and cut through the silence in the bedroom that had descended over us.
He spun around suddenly and fixed his mercurial eyes on me and for a second I was too stunned by his beauty to speak again.
‘I don’t want to force you into anything, Lauren. Just know that I’ll wait forever for you, though I’d prefer it was sooner rather than later. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine. I want to let everyone else know it. I want the world to know that at last I’m off the fucking market, because the gi
rl I’ve loved since I was a boy, loves me enough to want to be my Mrs.’
I fell back onto my pillows and offered him a smile as I rubbed my open hand on the empty side of the bed next to me, consciously offering him the place.
‘My answer is yes, a trillion times, YES!’ I shouted out as happiness swept over me.
His fingers stopped their movement, leaving his shirt still half undone, and his face broke out into the widest grin I’d ever seen. His hand delved into his back pocket and he pulled out his mobile. With his eyes still focussed on me, he pressed a couple of buttons and then started speaking. As he spoke he took two steps nearer to me, prowling like a hunter does with its prey.
‘Cade, I’m running late… Yeah, I know, I’d have your fucking balls for saying the same thing. But this once, I think you can all cut me some slack.’
He stopped speaking to listen.
‘Yes.’ His eyes narrowed as he looked deeper inside me, and then he spoke again. ‘She is that important.’
With that he rang off and dropped his mobile to the floor as he prowled further towards me with a salacious look in his eyes. It was a while before he managed to leave for his meeting.
I made it down to the tearoom with literally minutes to spare, unlocked the door, stepped inside, banged my snow covered boots on the matting and closed it behind me. Deliberately, I turned around just in time to see Raff pull out of the small courtyard. I raised up my hand and touched the necklace through the old sweatshirt I was wearing today. I’d purposefully dug it out of the blanket box to wear earlier. Raff hadn’t seen it so far, but I was looking forward to later when he would hopefully undress me and find it.
Always and forever. I smiled to myself at that thought and felt my heart swell with happiness.
His tail lights disappeared through the narrow archway breaking me out of my daydreams and the headlights of the small delivery lorry I was expecting appeared.
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