And he steals my breath away.
I was numb without him. My body dry. Parched. Lifeless. But as our gazes lock, my heart jumpstarts all over again. Beating harder. Faster. Life floods my veins. Sweet air fills my lungs. It is all because of him.
Nerves make my movements clumsy. My breathing is short and fast. Untamed happiness runs rampant within me. All that matters is the now. The present with him in it.
I don’t know whether he comes to me or I go to him. All I know is that when his arms come around me, every cell in my body cries, At last! At last! I am lost and found in his sweet embrace.
Overcome by emotion, I look down at the floor, barely able to tell whether I’m standing or flying.
“Don’t,” he whispers hoarsely, tipping my chin up. “Don’t look away from me … I’ve gone too long without seeing you.”
“Am I dreaming, Sébastien?” I brush his cheek. “I see you. I feel you. But I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’m dreaming. I’m afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and you won’t be here standing in front of me. That I’ll find myself back in a life without you. That—” my voice breaks, tears escaping. They are tears of joy and sadness because he is here. Because I have wasted so much time.
Sébastien catches one with his thumb. “I’m here.” His hands tremble as he touches my face, his fingers trying to absorb my every feature, and all the love I see in his blue, blue eyes heals me like holy water. “I’m here.”
“I thought … after I left … I thought that—”
“That I would never want to see you again?”
I nod.
“My little fool,” he says hoarsely. “I came because I need you. Because I am nothing without you. I came because I love you. You hear me? I love you.” He kisses me tenderly, recklessly, madly, senselessly. “I love you,” he whispers between kisses that feel like small fireworks exploding and illuminating me from within. “And I am not going anywhere.”
“Oh, Sébastien.” And I kiss him back with everything I have, everything I am, consuming his words, his breath, his touch, as they become my benediction. Heart, go easy on me, I tell myself. But my heart replies, This. This is life. This is love. Feel it all. Feel him and believe. Believe. Believe.
We make it to the bed blindly, lying in it, and become all tongues and teeth and hands. Our clothes fall off of our bodies along with the past, the lies, the heartache. Leaving us naked, his bare skin against mine. His heart beating against mine. His taste bursting in my mouth. We kiss until our lips are bruised and raw, and then we kiss some more. In a life full of finite moments, I find infinity in him and his love.
When we come up for air, his body is on top of mine. His weight presses me down. He raises himself on his elbows and focuses on me with glowing and hungry eyes. His gaze roams my bare breasts, the tips red and hard because of his wanton touch. I rub his hardness in my hand, feeling its heat seeping into my palm, needing him inside me.
“I need you,” I whisper huskily, wrapping my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me.
“Wait. I just want to look at you.” He pushes away a strand of hair off my face, “You’re so damn beautiful.” He runs a finger along my cheekbone, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
“Look at you,” I say shakily, taking in every thick groove and muscle on his chest and every magnificent line of his face. He is a storm that invites you to dismiss your shelter and step outside so you can witness—feel—the beauty of his obliteration.
“Days and nights, I prayed for you to come to me. I prayed for one more glance of you. I imagined you dancing in my kitchen, on my bed as I made love to you.” Sébastien slides down a little until his mouth covers my breast, sucks it in, flicking my erect nipple before biting it. Chills and more chills roll like waves throughout my body.
I reach for his hand and bring it between my legs where I need him the most. “Tell me more …” I close my eyes, lick my dry lips as his thumb begins to rub my clit in slow, toe-curling, luscious circles. My goodness, the man knows what he’s doing.
I moan as he slides back up and laughs in my ear. “Your knees raw. Your body full of me. I would fuck you until I’d marked every part of you. I wouldn’t leave a place untouched.”
He buries two of his fingers inside my soaked pussy, and I gasp at the intensity of his punishing yet divine touch. I tremble as he starts to pump into me, each time deeper and harder, driving me close to the edge of madness and want. He traces his tongue along my neck, tasting me.
“I would make you come with my mouth, with my cock and fingers inside your cunt, and you would love every single fucking second of it. Revel in it. And that’s only the beginning of what I plan to do to you.”
I half laugh, half moan when I lose his touch. He pulls his hand out of me and cups my face, his fingers glistening with my essence. I can smell my need for him as it soaks my skin, and I love it. I grab his head, pulling him closer to mine, feeling and tasting the sweetness of his breath touching my skin.
“Make me yours, Sébastien. Make me yours.” I rub myself against his rock hard erection, my pussy covering him in my need. “Everything I am. This body. These hands. This heart. They all belong to you.”
He kisses me as though my lips are the air he needs to live, and I kiss him for all the seconds, minutes, hours, and days without him. Pulling away, he grips my chin, makes me look at him as he raises himself on an elbow and drags the head of his cock along my opening with his hand.
“Say it again.” He grazes my clit before sinking into me in one deep, hard thrust. Sébastien groans and bites my shoulder. Hard. I cry out in pain and pleasure, tilting my head back.
“Say it.”
He thrusts hard.
“I belong to you.”
He thrusts harder.
“Again.”
Harder and harder.
“I belong to you.”
He stops moving, my pussy contracting around him. “God sent you to me to give me life and to heal me.” He fists my hair in his hands, and says huskily, “I had given up hope until you.” Sébastien closes his eyes momentarily, opens them, and I can see they are glistening with unshed tears.
“You saved me.”
I caress his cheek as a dam of sweet emotion breaks, and I drown in tenderness for this man. I wrap my legs tighter about his hips, kissing away his tears, his mouth, his chest. Everywhere. Wanting to memorize him and the feel of him.