Capturing Hearts - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,36
is the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, just enough to make me moan his name.
He groans and slides a hand under my bunched up skirt, causing my breath to hitch. His fingers begin to work my folds, slipping inside as I throb. Tortured, I bring my hands up and claw into his hair, pushing his lips harder into my taut nipple, aching for more. All of the anger we’d felt is gone now. He bites a little harder and I moan again, louder this time, more desperate for him. Smiling against my skin, he rises to devour my mouth in a heated kiss, forcing my lips to open with his tongue. I taste it then: the milk.
“Oh my…what?! I’m–” He shoves his tongue in my mouth to stop me from thinking too much. I can’t help but respond to his sensuous kiss, the heat from his tongue and the way that he moves it, driving me senseless. Reaching, I stroke his erection and he groans into my mouth, his deep voice vibrating through me. He unzips his pants, tugging them all the way off over his naked feet, the Christmas tree’s lights casting the most beautiful glow on his muscles. With his eyes on me, he takes his length in his hand and licks his lips, putting it into my waiting palm with a gleam in his dark, blue eyes. I clasp him firmly, stroking up and down as he groans, his body tensing under the pleasure I’m giving.
I warn him on a moan as he pushes his hips forward, wanting in, “Easy now.”
With hunger in his eyes, he nods and strips off his sweater, positioning himself in front of me with his hands on my hips, his eyes on mine. “Bing Crosby again.”
I stop and listen. Silent Night has begun. I smile into my husband’s eyes. “Can I keep this moment forever. You in that light, with this music and… all of this. It’s so beautiful.”
“Just like my wife.”
I take his face in my hands and stare at him, the man I committed my life to, as he slowly brings our bodies together as one. His long eyelashes flutter closed as he feels the sweetness of how we fit so perfectly together. My hands float down to rest on the strength of his bare shoulders. Gently, he rocks in and out of me, easing his way in. We haven’t done this in awhile. Too long. The doctor said it was safe, but we were both nervous. The argument we had and the fear that lay behind it has done away with those nerves. It’s replaced them with a far greater need to be together, like this.
We gaze at each other and when he reaches in as deeply as he feels he should, I close my eyes and let my neck relax, my head falling back and my breasts and belly arched out toward him. He groans and moves in me as I feel myself becoming more swollen, and deliriously happy. He holds onto my lower back and presses his fingers into the sore places there around my spine, with so much strength and support that I raise my head, meet his eyes and whisper, “I trust you,” knowing full well that these words are a tonic to him and every other man alive.
He closes his eyes and grimaces with pleasure, groaning as he moves at a building beat, the movement easing the pressure inside me in such an amazing way. After awhile of the sweet back and forth of his filling me up, kissing me and releasing my lips to lower himself and suckle my breasts, I feel the pulse begin to throb deep inside, the release just around the corner. We moan together and soon he looks at me like he can’t hold back anymore. I nod that I want him to keep going, to feel what he’s feeling, completely and without holding back. He’s careful, and the way he thickens and moves is just the right amount of abandoned jerking of his body that I feel my damn burst inside me, too. I cry out and he ducks down to take my breast again into the heat of his mouth as the waves pulse through my core. He releases all of himself deeply into me and growls as I pull his head up and latch my lips onto his. When our heartbeats eventually slow, we open our eyes, and he murmurs into my neck, “Wow.”
I smile,