Enveloping me with his warmth, his hips surge forward, retreat, then surge forward again. A slight, unexpected movement makes me suddenly soar uncontrollably. Filled with a pleasure I have never felt before...and him...I cry out in the semi-darkness of his bedroom. He follows, his large body stiffening, then pressing down on me as his arms tighten around me, restricting my breathing. "Dammit, love...F**k!" he whispers in my ear as he fills me.

It seems to take forever for us to calm down.

Loosening his grip, he raises his head and looks down at me, his clear, blue green eyes soft with an emotion I don't understand. Lifting his hips, he frees himself as he nuzzles my loose curls, inhaling the scent of rosewater and lavender. His lips gently touch mine, once, twice. "You know I'm going to need more of this, love. Much more."

His eyes roam my face as if memorizing every line and curve. They settle on my lips, swollen from his ministrations. "Again," he whispers, lowering his lips to mine. Another kiss, long and slow, his tongue twining with mine, as he readies me for another round. I'm embarrassed that it takes only moments, not minutes, as my hips arch upward on their own accord, waiting for him.

Ending the kiss, the corners of his perfect mouth curve up into a smile as if he's harboring a secret that he refuses to share. But I know what he's thinking.

He owns this body. And he knows it.

-B Buena