Chapter 21 - My Heart, My Soul, My Love
Lily paced restlessly around her room. As she passed the clock on the mantle, she glanced at it. 11:50, it read. Lily groaned and threw herself into one of the sea green armchairs in the shadows by the fireplace. 'God, I hate waiting. There is nothing worse than sitting idle,' she thought as she stared into the flames.
She had retired an hour and a half ago so that she could get ready. She had the sheets warmed, lit candles all over the room, lit the fireplace, and dressed and pampered herself up. Now, she had nothing else to do. Lily groaned again, laid her head against the back of her chair and closed her eyes.
Moments later, Lily looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled. James stood there in the doorway, in his pajamas searching the room for her. Lily got up and walked into his line of vision with a smile on her face.
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James walked into Lily's room giddy with excitement for what lay ahead for her and instantly looked towards the bed, expecting her to be waiting there. She wasn't there. With a frown gracing his handsome features, he looked around the room. He opened his mouth to say her name just as she walked away from the fireplace. She had been in the shadows of the room.
He felt his temperature rise as he took notice of the black nightgown that she wore. It flowed down to the floor in black silken clouds, the slits that went up to her thighs allowed him to see her legs as she glided over to him. The nightgown hugged her curves to perfection, and made his mouth go dry thinking about all of the ways that he could get her out of it so that her body would burn with want.
Lily stepped up to him and ran her hands up his chest to let them rest on his shoulders while James lifted his arms to rest against her hips. She looked at him; desire the only emotion evident in her eyes.
James became entranced in her eyes. They were so beautiful. It was as if they could read your soul, your thoughts. James blinked and came out of his stupor and looked down at her lips. So full, so soft, so tempting. And the taste, the taste alone could make a man groan with pleasure. That taste was so . . . unique. No other woman he had been with could so efficiently arouse him with just one taste of her mouth. Only Lily.
James lowered his head and settled his lips upon hers.
Lily, in response, slid her hands into his hair and played with the black, silk strands. As his lips moved evocatively against hers, she moaned with pleasure.
James began to move her back, his hard thighs brushing hers with every step he took towards the bed. He maneuvered himself, along with Lily, towards the bed and only stopped when her knees hit the edge. James broke the kiss and looked down at her, into her eyes.
"I love you, Lily," he whispered as he raised his hands to push down the straps of the nightgown.
"I love you too, James," she whispered back, as he began to kiss her neck and shoulders.
Lily's head dropped back with a moan as his hands began to knowingly touch her body, and within seconds, he had stretched her nerves as tight as a rubber band.
James quickly ridded both himself and Lily of all garments and slowly lowered her onto the bed and followed her down, all thoughts of seduction gone; his only thought was of sharing the ultimate intimacy with her.
James trailed his hands down her arms and interlaced their fingers together, bringing them to rest next to Lily's head. He looked at the woman beneath him and smiled. With them, sex was never just a release; it was a way to show their love, to celebrate their love.
"Lil, Honey, share with me, share all with me," he whispered as he began to enter her.
James felt her flow of power and opened his mind to it, felt and saw the blue warmth of the power she released, that was hers, and unlocked his own. For the first time, they were sharing everything.
When they both climaxed this time, it was different from all the other times. This time, it was sweet and long. It was mind shattering.
James lowered himself down and rested his head upon Lily's breast.
Lily summoned the energy she had left and raised her hand to lie on his head, stroking the damp locks as they both succumbed to slumber.
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Lily paced restlessly around her room. As she passed the clock on the mantle, she glanced at it. 11:50, it read. Lily groaned and threw herself into one of the sea green armchairs in the shadows by the fireplace. 'God, I hate waiting. There is nothing worse than sitting idle,' she thought as she stared into the flames.
She had retired an hour and a half ago so that she could get ready. She had the sheets warmed, lit candles all over the room, lit the fireplace, and dressed and pampered herself up. Now, she had nothing else to do. Lily groaned again, laid her head against the back of her chair and closed her eyes.
Moments later, Lily looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled. James stood there in the doorway, in his pajamas searching the room for her. Lily got up and walked into his line of vision with a smile on her face.
~*~*~*~*
James walked into Lily's room giddy with excitement for what lay ahead for her and instantly looked towards the bed, expecting her to be waiting there. She wasn't there. With a frown gracing his handsome features, he looked around the room. He opened his mouth to say her name just as she walked away from the fireplace. She had been in the shadows of the room.
He felt his temperature rise as he took notice of the black nightgown that she wore. It flowed down to the floor in black silken clouds, the slits that went up to her thighs allowed him to see her legs as she glided over to him. The nightgown hugged her curves to perfection, and made his mouth go dry thinking about all of the ways that he could get her out of it so that her body would burn with want.
Lily stepped up to him and ran her hands up his chest to let them rest on his shoulders while James lifted his arms to rest against her hips. She looked at him; desire the only emotion evident in her eyes.
James became entranced in her eyes. They were so beautiful. It was as if they could read your soul, your thoughts. James blinked and came out of his stupor and looked down at her lips. So full, so soft, so tempting. And the taste, the taste alone could make a man groan with pleasure. That taste was so . . . unique. No other woman he had been with could so efficiently arouse him with just one taste of her mouth. Only Lily.
James lowered his head and settled his lips upon hers.
Lily, in response, slid her hands into his hair and played with the black, silk strands. As his lips moved evocatively against hers, she moaned with pleasure.
James began to move her back, his hard thighs brushing hers with every step he took towards the bed. He maneuvered himself, along with Lily, towards the bed and only stopped when her knees hit the edge. James broke the kiss and looked down at her, into her eyes.
"I love you, Lily," he whispered as he raised his hands to push down the straps of the nightgown.
"I love you too, James," she whispered back, as he began to kiss her neck and shoulders.
Lily's head dropped back with a moan as his hands began to knowingly touch her body, and within seconds, he had stretched her nerves as tight as a rubber band.
James quickly ridded both himself and Lily of all garments and slowly lowered her onto the bed and followed her down, all thoughts of seduction gone; his only thought was of sharing the ultimate intimacy with her.
James trailed his hands down her arms and interlaced their fingers together, bringing them to rest next to Lily's head. He looked at the woman beneath him and smiled. With them, sex was never just a release; it was a way to show their love, to celebrate their love.
"Lil, Honey, share with me, share all with me," he whispered as he began to enter her.
James felt her flow of power and opened his mind to it, felt and saw the blue warmth of the power she released, that was hers, and unlocked his own. For the first time, they were sharing everything.
When they both climaxed this time, it was different from all the other times. This time, it was sweet and long. It was mind shattering.
James lowered himself down and rested his head upon Lily's breast.
Lily summoned the energy she had left and raised her hand to lie on his head, stroking the damp locks as they both succumbed to slumber.
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