"When you open for me, I want you to open completely." His voice brushed over her entire body like a wave of warm caresses.
Sara felt the weight of him pressing beside her in the bed. His hand was caressing the increasing wetness between her thighs in a tender determined manner. It had been so long since she felt pleasure that until he spoke those words she had forgotten to breathe. She did so now. A sharp ragged breath that pushed out as her back arched and his finger slide into her; deep inside the part that throbbed and ached the most to be filled.
She slid her body down into the touch, long legs curling instinctively, fingers twisting in the fitted sheet on the edge of the bed. She was nervous. Afraid to give in too much to this sensation but wanting to finally lose control. Control saved emotions. Schooled emotions saved hearts from breaking. It was how she got here in the first place. She needed something to sooth the broken feeling inside of her.
"Sara look at me. I want to watch our eyes." Soft kisses followed words. Alex's lips were soft and warm against her face. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, then claimed her mouth for an intense moment.
Alex pulled away, raising himself up on his elbow and waited for the hazel eyes to open for him. He loved the emotions rolling over her face. He loved knowing he was the reason those emotions were there. His thumb pressed into her folds against her little bud and her perfect round mouth made a perfect little "o" as those eyes flew open to lock onto his own.
He was lost in their openness. There was a passion there that longed to be free. He could see it and he knew she had held it inside of her for a long time. It would take tenderness to make her give in, and trust to make her bold. He wanted her bold. Strong and secure to know that her passionate nature could be free with him.
Her breathing was becoming ragged and louder as his fingers continued their movements. Her wetness slid down his fingers making passage easier. Thoughts of tasting her filled his mind, but he would miss looking into those eyes. The windows to the soul were the focus for this night.
Sara watched his face. He smiled his crooked smile as her body responded more to his touch. The sounds in the hotel hallway of people finding their rooms became background noise. She focused on the sounds of their laughter, the smell of stale smoke in the room and then there was his eyes. He was like an intense drink that had to be watered down by distractions or he became too much. Touch something real, she thought to herself, her hand holding into the sheet, she felt the band of the ring on her pinky finger. Watching her face she decided the dream was better. Her other hand found his face and pulled him down to her to kiss again.
He felt the change in her. Her tongue sliding out to flick at his lips then sliding in deeper to his mouth. She tasted like like the wine they had had downstairs with dinner, and something unique of her own that he couldn't name.
Kisses became more demanding, and his hand pulled away to support his weight as he moved to press himself between her thighs. She welcomed his weight. It felt so good to be pressed down into the bed by a solid body. Her hands came shyly up to Alex's upper arms and ran over the muscles there. Now it was her turn to smile. With his head buried into the hollow of her neck she allowed herself this private moment. Alex worked a great deal outside and his body showed it. Shy fingers slide down his back feeling his body, learning him.
