Page 83 of Conail

His wife was propped up on the bed wearing nothing but a wide smile. One hand was draped over her head, the other resting on her stomach. She had started exercising like a fiend to get rid of the 'baby fat'.

"Mother would not stop talking." He trailed inside the room and felt his breathing getting constricted.

"Is our son sleeping?"

He had to swallow in order to respond. "Just about."

"Was he fussy?"

"No." He cleared his throat. "No. He's fine."

"Good." Lifting a hand, she reached for him. "Are you going to take a shower?"

"God, no. I took one on the plane. Let me--" He started to tug his hand from hers; she held on. Sitting up, she took over the task of unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off.

"It's been a long time." He was finding it incredibly difficult to just stand still while she undressed him.

"Too long." She skimmed her fingers over his chest and felt a dart of flame shimmering through her body when his muscles clenched. Trailing her fingers down his flat stomach, she unhooked his belt and eased the zipper down.

"My shoes." He toed them off quickly and sent them flying. He got rid of the trousers the same way and started to reach for her.

"No." She shook her head, eyes dancing merrily.

"Damn it Yasmine, I need you."

"I need you too." Taking his hand, she tugged him down on the bed and immediately straddled him.

"What--"

"Shh." She started with his face, trailing her fingers over the hair roughened skin of his jaw.

"You have bristles," she murmured.

"I never got the chance to shave. I want to touch you." His gaze latched onto the round breasts, filled with milk for his son. His loins throbbed madly, and he could feel his blood thickening.

"Soon," she promised. Her voice was hypnotizing him, and her body was sending him to the brink of insanity. Bending, she brushed her lips over his, back and forth, the way he had taught her. His heartbeat quickened and he hardened even more. Opening his mouth, he almost growled in frustration when she moved down to his chin and then his throat. Sliding down, she went for his nipples and turned them into stones.

"Sweetheart--" He could not believe it was his voice. He sounded as if something had lodged inside his throat. He gripped her hips when she used tongue and teeth to drive him up and over. He was breathing too hard; he thought in panic. The need for her was clawing at him, the animal begging to be released.

His fingers made craters in her skin as he fought for control. When she slid further down and made open mouthed kisses on his stomach, he quivered and felt himself going blind.

He fought the weakness and tried to reach down to draw her back up so he could devour her mouth. His mate, his woman,his lover. The scent of her overwhelmed, the feel of her -- Christ Almighty! He reared up and could do nothing when she took him between her fingers and lightly blew on the tip of him.

When she closed her mouth over him, the control snapped like a piece of twig. He heard the roaring inside his ears and felt himself falling -- falling. The pleasure was so exquisite, it blinded him. Her mouth was so seductive, so sweet, so mesmerizing that he lost all of his senses. He could not think, only feel. He could not help but call out her name, in reverence, like a prayer and in oath as he swore. Finally finding the strength, he gripped her arms and hauled her up and over him. His eyes were a swirl of colors. One minute green, the next a stormy gray that reminded her of the sky when the rain threatened.

She straddled him, her breasts aching, her body already so hot, it was burning, like flames shooting from within. A broken sigh escaped him when her tightness wrapped around him like a glove. He trembled from the passion, his eyes flying to her face. This was his woman, his wife, his hope and his light. With shaking hands, he cradled her waist before moving up to cup her breasts.

Her body arched at his touch, the nipples responding violently. Understanding immediately, he lifted his head and toyed withthe hardened bud. Her cries came instantly, fingers reaching for his head to hold him there. Whimpers escaped her as he suckled, gently at first and then hungrily.

He tasted his son's meal and felt his heart staggering. He suckled as if he was starving and he was. Had been for what seemed like forever. She moved sliding up and down, until he was driving into her with a force that shattered them both.

She came -- erupting all over him, her cries echoing around the room. It did not take him long to follow. His body was already primed and ready for her. He spilled his seed inside her. His body was slick with moisture. Lifting his head, he crushed her lips, the kiss taking on a kind of madness that had them spinning.

When she came again, her body vibrated and he swallowed her cries, her tears sliding down her cheeks. He tasted her tears and felt his heart staggering even more. He held her when it was all over, his body shuddering, his heart full of love for her.

Shifting slightly, he eased her next to him, arms wrapped around her waist. For a full five minutes, he stared across the room at the open doors of the closet, his eyes unfocused. Even afterbeing with her for several months, after making love to her too many times to count, there was still more than a hint of madness that was incomprehensible. How could this be? he wondered dazedly. How could one woman stir such emotions inside him?

He felt when she turned her head to look at him. Tipping his head down, he met her gaze and was humbled by the look on her face. There was love-- sweet and giving. She was not afraid to show him how much she loved him.

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