She ran her fingers through his glorious soft hair, digging into his scalp, holding him against her wanting him never to stop. But he did, not that she complained since he moved slowly down her body worshiping it with gently nips and tender kisses.
He raised his head for a moment and said, “Damn, but I love the taste of you.”
He worked his way slowly down her body and before he could settle his face between her legs, she tugged at his arm. He looked up and she shook her head and gestured for him to enter her and relieve her torment.
With a wicked grin he shook his head. “I am going to make you come over and over until you’re so spent you can do nothing but collapse in my arms… where you belong.”
Belong. Yes, she belonged in his arms, belonged here in bed with and belonged in his heart. His love was silent like her voice but she heard it as clearly as he heard her. Her heart swelled along with her passion as his tongue pleased her in ways she never thought possible. He did make her come over and over until finally, he could no longer stand it himself. He entered her quick and fast, though he did not climax that way. He took his time pleasuring her as well as himself with deep penetrating thrusts. And she locked her legs around him taking him deeper and deeper, locking tightly around him until neither one of them could contain it any longer. In unison they exploded in a climax that sent them hurdling, surging, and erupting over and over until Cree collapsed spent on top of her.
After a moment, when sanity returned, Cree felt Dawn’s body shake with laughter. He looked at her and saw that she wore a wide grin and that her body still rumbled against him with laughter.
“You find our love making funny?” he asked teasingly, knowing her too well to think their love making anything but satisfying.
She shook her head and continued smiling as she tapped his chest, sighed soundlessly though heavily, her shoulders drooping and then wrapped her arms as far as they would go around his back.
He laughed. “I’m spent and in your arms.”
She nodded, patted her chest and hugged him.
“You love me in your arms.”
There was that word again. Love. And he was right; she loved him in her arms and all others ways too, though for now she nodded and smiled and hugged him tighter.
“I love being in your arms,” he whispered and brushed her lips with his. “And I love being inside you.”
She wiggled against him.
“You like it too.”
She nodded, pressed a finger to his mouth, then to hers and patted her chest.
He scrunched his brow for a moment. “You like the way we talk?”
She pressed once against his arm.
He brushed his lips over hers once again and slipped off her, settling her in his arms to rest against him and pulled the blanket over them. “I have found it easy and pleasing to talk with you from when we first met.”
Dawn raised a brow.
“You communicate much better than you think, although when you get angry it is a bit more difficult to understand you. In time I’m sure that won’t matter, I’ll understand you perfectly.”
In time. They had time and it would seem much of it and that pleased her, though feeling a prisoner didn’t. Now, however, was not the time to burden him with such a discussion. He was still healing, though she could attest to the return of his stamina.
“I’m hungry,” he announced with a hug.
She scrambled over him and he teasingly wrapped his arm around her waist and his hand went to her buttocks to give it a firm squeeze. “We spend the day in bed, you and me. I have left instructions that no one was permitted to disturb me until I allowed it. So we have the day and the night, for I need the time to heal and I need… you.”
She pointed to herself and then to him.
“I know you need me as well. We are one, you and I, and we always will be.”
His hand went to the back of her neck and he forced her head down so that her mouth met his and he kissed her with a fiery fury that let her know in no uncertain terms that he meant it.
She rested her brow to his for a moment to catch her breath. Her hands cupped her face and he brushed his lips over hers. “I have never know such tasty kisses until I kissed you.”
Her heart soared, she smiled, patted her chest, shook her head and tapped his chest.
He laughed. “You have no one to compare my kisses to.”
Her smile faded and she kissed him lightly, shook her finger, tapped his lips, tapped lips, and shook her head.