With a fluid motion, he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head. Crossing the ripples of muscles along his core, several scars gave testament to a life lived on the edge of danger.
But then he was there again, his body leaning over hers as she worked to release him of his pants, his mouth hot on hers. His arms reached about her back, pulling her toward him.
The passion was urgent, pushing him forward. In his younger years, it would have forced him into a veritable frenzy...but the time past had taught him that even desperate urgency should be savored. Especially this. Especially her.
He felt the clasp of his pants release, the fabric falling to the floor. Once again, only one layer of fabric separated them - one layer prevented them from joining their bodies in a way they hadn't in years.
His hand slid down her back and crossed at her hipbone, finding the place where he longed to be. The memories flooded back to him, the way her body writhed at certain touches. But that was a long time ago, and he was experienced enough down to read her signals, to know how to react and find her new rhythm, to push her farther than he'd ever taken her before.
He felt it - the need to light her body on fire, to erupt all of her senses in starbursts of intensity. He needed to remind her of the white-hot love that they had shared, to remind her what it had been like not to be bound by duty or appearances. He needed to remind her what it had been like to be unapologetically herself.
He needed that as much as he needed air...
Because, after all these years, he still loved her more than anything. More than himself.
But then he was there again, his body leaning over hers as she worked to release him of his pants, his mouth hot on hers. His arms reached about her back, pulling her toward him.
The passion was urgent, pushing him forward. In his younger years, it would have forced him into a veritable frenzy...but the time past had taught him that even desperate urgency should be savored. Especially this. Especially her.
He felt the clasp of his pants release, the fabric falling to the floor. Once again, only one layer of fabric separated them - one layer prevented them from joining their bodies in a way they hadn't in years.
His hand slid down her back and crossed at her hipbone, finding the place where he longed to be. The memories flooded back to him, the way her body writhed at certain touches. But that was a long time ago, and he was experienced enough down to read her signals, to know how to react and find her new rhythm, to push her farther than he'd ever taken her before.
He felt it - the need to light her body on fire, to erupt all of her senses in starbursts of intensity. He needed to remind her of the white-hot love that they had shared, to remind her what it had been like not to be bound by duty or appearances. He needed to remind her what it had been like to be unapologetically herself.
He needed that as much as he needed air...
Because, after all these years, he still loved her more than anything. More than himself.
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