CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kelly
Reese leaned against the door and kissed me and I kissed him back. It felt different, even though we had done this so many times. I was in my gown, he in his beautiful suit. He was so strong, so handsome. I reached up and stroked his head.
“You are so amazing,” I whispered.
He laughed. “You are the most beautiful girl ever,” he whispered as he kissed me. “And I want to show you that.”
I felt my heart thump. “Mm?”
“Mm.”
He pushed me back onto the bed then, so gently that I laughed a little breathlessly as I fell back onto the plush covers. His hands were on my body, so gentle, tracing my side, stroking my waist. I felt him lower his weight so that he was beside me. I looked up into that smiling face, so handsome in his suit, and I felt my heart tighten with amazement.
“I love you,” I said, blinking my eyes.
“I love you too.”
He reached for my hair, stroking it as his mouth consumed mine, tongue playing in between my lips, tickling and teasing. I gasped and felt my body come alive under his skilled touch. He stroked the pale skin of my neck and his hand moved lower, searching out the button.
I gasped as he unfastened the gown, his hands moving down my back as his mouth moved lower too. He reached my belly button with the undressing, though his mouth lingered at my breast. I was wearing bridal underwear, and he leaned back, looking at me.
“I wish I had a picture of that,” he sighed. I blushed.
“Maybe I could manage that,” I offered. He chuckled.
“Now all I want is to undress you.”
“Mm. Me too.”
His hands were so gentle as he took down the strap of my bra, one at a time. Then he leaned over, closing his lips on my nipples, first one as he worked down the silk cup, then the other. His hands squeezed me gently and then he moved down, unclipping the bra at the back with knowing touch.
He kissed a trail of kisses down my body, and then he reached my panty line. He paused, those naughty dark eyes on mine. Then he took off my briefs and kissed me between my thighs.
I tensed, the sensation rocking through me. His lips skillfully worked at my sensitive spot until I thought I would go mad.
“Oh! Oh! Oh…”
He chuckled, and then he was undressing faster than I would have thought possible. He was soon bare to the waist, and I stared, drinking in the sheer wonder that was his male exquisiteness. I wanted him so badly then. I wanted him so much it hurt.
He was naked soon, and he lay beside me. His hand moved to between my legs, and I sighed as his fingers stroked me momentarily. Then he knelt and moved down the bed.
“Yes?” he whispered. He was kneeling between my thighs. His eyes stared into mine, and I could see the perspiration on his forehead, evidence of how hard he restrained himself, how much he held back to pleasure me. I sighed.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
Then he was inside me, his hard, throbbing maleness pushing imperiously right the way through. I gasped as he filled me and then moved back, pushing in again and again and again…
“Kelly.” He was growling incoherently, saying my name. He moved in me, and I could feel him shiver.
“Reese!”
We came together as our bodies abandoned all civility and moved with the wild, abandoned motions of longing. I was gasping and gasping, the heat rising and rising and then…
“Oh!”
I screamed as I came. The most magnificent sensation I had ever felt crashed through me like a tsunami. I held on to him, shuddering and crying. He collapsed on me, and we lay still.
Later, he rolled off me and I noticed his eyes too were damp.
“Reese,” I murmured as I stroked his hair.
“Kells.”
We lay beside each other, his arms around me and drifted off to sleep. We woke later and made love again and then, later still, we fell into a deep, exhausted sleep and only woke when the first gray light strayed through the window, falling tenderly on my eyes.