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As he lay facing her he looked down into the soft eyes gazing up into his. For a brief moment he stared in shock. A veil had been lifted, or so it seemed. Or maybe it was just that he had stopped playing games...with her and also with himself. Maybe he just suddenly grew up, but he could see what she had been holding out to him, for so long in their relationship.
He wasn't sure at first just what he felt. Was it fear? Or was it longing, need? Or maybe something he didn't yet understand about himself. He lifted a slow, trembling hand to touch her cheek with his fingertips. He wanted to say something, but his usual store of witty words failed him this time. Silence stretched between them. It was almost uncomfortable to him, but just when he thought it would drive him to distraction she whispered a single phrase.
"It's all right."
He quietly heaved a relieved sigh and leaned down to brush her lips with his own. It was an offering to her for almost the first time since they came together. Usually he was in control, he held the reins of their lives together. He held the flow of emotions in his strong hands but for this night he understood. She let him have control. Not out of fear or out of amusement but because she trusted him. Though he stumbled from time to time, he would not hurt her on purpose. This he understood and the depth of her trust scared him.
She was giving to him a gift that he only now understood. She had stayed by him, through so much and he had never given her that one thing she really needed. But now he would...if only for the night.
Gently, more gently than ever before he caressed her face. He studied the line of her brow, her jaw. With his artist's eye he generally saw the physical beauty of a woman, but tonight he saw the glow that made her truly beautiful. He knew her face intimately. She wasn't a great beauty, but she had always brought him back to reality. He had never really known the reason.
She let out a little sigh and turned her lips to his hand. As her lips touched his palm he closed his eyes. The sensation was pleasant. Her lips on his palm always sent a jolt through his body. He took a slow breath as he felt the tip of her tongue, slowly, lightly licking down his palm. It wasn't a heavy touch, it tickled in fact, but it was so sensual.
With only a touch, she eased him onto his back, her mouth still lightly massaging his palm. Once he lay flat she slowly moved her lips and tongue down his wrist, so slowly it was almost painful to him. His skin became sensitive to the tickle of her hair over his chest. He tried to control his breathing, to let her take control. It was hard, but this was so good.
She lifted her lips from his skin and blew lightly across the dampness. It caused little goose bumps to cross his skin. She smiled at the little moan that escaped his lips and then moved quickly up to his shoulder. She wanted him badly, so badly, but she wanted him to feel just how much he meant to her.
