Page 43 of Love Me Forever

She struggled to calm her heavy breathing so that she could tell him, “I have never known?—”

His finger silenced her. “From this day on you will know what it truly means to be loved.”

Her mind and body rejoiced at his words.

Love.

She had truly found love.

He pressed his cheek to hers. “Now feel the magic.”

His fingers moved over her body, touching her ever so lightly, a faint brush of flesh against flesh. Her skin felt alive and sensitive to every stroke of his fingers. Her body warmed, her breathing grew heavy, and she grew moist between her legs. He was exciting her beyond reason.

He lingered over her flat stomach, purposely prolonging his descent, adding to the anticipation, the passion, the need to be touched. She moved almost to a rhythmic beat beneath his hand. Her body seemed to understand what he asked of her, and she responded accordingly. She herself did not understand the ache that throbbed deep inside her, but she did not fear it nor fight it, she simply savored it.

When she thought he would settle his touch between her legs, he surprised her by sitting up and running his feather touch down over her thighs, along her calves and her feet. He did the same to her other leg, but this time when his fingers drifted to between her legs, he gently and slowly parted them.

Then he touched; a whispered touch that sent a wave of pleasure so potent that her moan echoed throughout the small cottage.

“You like that?” he asked, though he sounded like he knew the answer.

Her moan faded faintly in the room. “Very much.”

“Then you will like this even more.” He moved down between her legs and began to stroke her with his tongue.

She was lost. The world no longer existed. Nothing mattered but this moment, his touch, and his love. She had not known that making love could be so beautiful, so satisfying, and so unselfish.

His finger found her wet flesh and slowly stroked her before slipping gently deep inside her. With each penetrating stroke her moans grew louder and louder, and she was certain that in no time she would climax and the exquisite beauty they shared would end.

“You must stop,” she pleaded, “or I will proceed you.”

“I want to taste your climax.”

His words excited her, but memories invaded her passion, and she remembered how her husband’s temper would flare if she should receive pleasure before him.

“And besides, I will make you come again and again before we finish.”

“Nay, that is not possible.”

He laughed. “I am going to show you just how possible that is.”

His tongue licked, his finger worked magic, and she screamed with the pleasure of her first true climax.

She could not believe the earth-shattering sensation that shook her body then faded into a ripple but refused to entirely die, and it was on that ripple that he stirred her passion once again. And she could not believe that she responded eagerly.

When she thought she had experienced all the pleasure that was possible, he entered her. His strong arms wrapped around her, bringing her up against his chest, her own arms going around his broad back, and they moved together like a perfectly matched pair, exploding together in a powerful climax.

She called out his name, he moaned, resting his face to hers, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, for she realized that she had finally found a love that was real.

“Are you all right?” he asked anxiously as he moved off her and saw the single tear. “I have not hurt you, have I?”

“Nay, nay, you have made me feel like—” She was at a loss for words. “I never imagined it to be so wonderful.”

“It is wonderful when two people love and share in the lovemaking.”

“Aye,” she agreed with a smile. “It makes all the difference.”

Her stomach rumbled in hunger and she blushed.