Page 30 of Beautiful Life

“I have no desire to experiment what you do away from me, gem. As much as I hope you never have another nightmare for the rest of your life, if you have dreamless sleep away from me, you’re still coming back to me,” he stresses, more frustrated than ever.

“Honey,” I whisper and see his eyes flash.

He’s worried I won’t need him or want him if I don’t dream without him. If I’m truthful with myself, I’m not worried about dreaming without him, I’m more worried I won’t be able to sleep without him. He’s done so much for me over the past few months. No, he’s done everything for me over the past few months and it’s time for me to give back. I need to give him something, even if it’s only to reassure him I won’t break my promise I made on New Year’s. I have to come back to him, the thought of not coming back to him is painful and, after the last month, I don’t think I could take it.

With him burning with emotion, I move around the bed and go straight to him. I put my hands flat to his abs, being careful for his mostly healed wound on his left side, moving them up over his rock-hard chest. I slide my hands up the sides of his neck and into his lush hair. Looking into his eyes, eyes that are now on fire, I reach up on my toes to do something I’ve never done before—kiss him first.

His arms come around me—one in my hair and one very low to my back—pulling me in tight. I kiss him for about three seconds before he takes over completely and his hand at my back dips down, under his own t-shirt I’m wearing, to run his hand up my bare back pulling me even closer. His touch grazes my side and I feel hot tingles in their wake where he barely runs his fingers over my breast. I gasp against his lips and his other hand immediately goes to my ass over my panties, squeezing, and pressing me into him.

I can’t help it—I melt. I’ve never had someone’s touch feel so good. Not like this. Never like this.

I feel us turning, and we go down—Tony with his back to the bed and me on top of him. Not giving me a second to think about our new position, he slides his hands down the backs of my thighs, yanking my knees roughly to straddle him. He’s rock hard between my legs and I press down. I don’t just hear but feel him moan into my mouth as I grind into him. Pulling his hands up to my face, he drags me back to his mouth as his hips surge up and I feel him on my clit, creating a burn that’s never felt so hot leaving me wanting everything. His hands move down my back and dip into my panties to cup me, making me moan into his mouth as I rock against him.

Suddenly, all these months being with him—sleeping beside him, being wrapped up in his beautiful body every night—has finally taken its toll. My body has woken from a coma after months of care and ministrations from Tony. Every nerve ending in my body is connected to the heat between my legs where I want him like I’ve never wanted anything before. No, not want.

I need him.

“Gem,” he whispers against my lips. “Sweetheart, I need to touch you.”

To answer him I grind down again on his rock-hard shaft, and oh my, does that feel good. He rolls flipping me to my back and his mouth hits mine again at the same time his hand dips straight into my panties. His fingers slide through me making my hips jerk. His fingers do a slow lazy circle around my clit, making me gasp into his mouth. Running his fingers lightly through me again, I feel how wet I am.

I can’t take it. I need more and press my hips into his hand. “Tone.”

“Tell me what you want, Leigh.”

“Please, more,” I beg as I try and move my hips.

Finally, he gives me another circle, but this one is less lazy and my breathing becomes deep and labored. All of a sudden, he fills me with two fingers and I grip his shirt to pull myself close.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he keeps filling me with two fingers while roughly running his thumb over my clit.

Another swipe with even more pressure is all it takes. My body rocks with my orgasm. It washes through me, down to my toes as I vaguely hear myself moan and writhe, grasping onto his arms. Tony pulls me into him again and I stuff my face in his neck trying to even out my breathing.

His hold tightens around me as he turns his head to kiss my hair. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

That’s kind of embarrassing but weirdly sweet. I have nothing to say to that. Instead, I burrow into him deeper and ignore it. This is not what I had planned when I walked around the bed to reassure him.

Tony doesn’t let me ignore it gives me a full body squeeze. “Now I really don’t want you to leave this weekend.”

I realize he’s still rock hard against my hip. “Tony. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. You’re … um … you know. Hard.”

“Gem, don’t worry about it.”

“But—”

“I’m fine. I’ll be as patient as you need me to be, but watching you come for me was hot and worth waiting for.” He pulls me in for another slow lingering kiss. Pulling away, he puts his lips to my ear and his breath tickles. “I’m sure everything else will be worth the wait, too.”

Oh, shit.

Something else to worry about.

“Sweetheart.” I hesitantly look up at him and he’s back to intense. “You’re coming back to me.”

I reach up, kiss his jaw. “Yes, Tony, I’m coming back to you.”

I see relief wash across his face—the same look he exposed to me on New Year’s Eve. But I don’t get a chance to enjoy it because I hear Gabby calling for me and her voice is getting louder by the second.

“Leigh?”

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