WARNING!!!! THIS CHAPTER IS RATED "R"
Nothing you haven't seen in the movies, but wanted to post disclaimer for those who may wish to take a pass.
CHAPTER 96
It had been 12 weeks since Duncan had delivered the fateful news. Beth stayed in Seacouver for
a few days after that, but at the urging of her sisters had come back to Tennessee to be with her
family. She left the house and shop for Esperanza to take care of, telling her friend that she
wasn't sure when or if she would be back. She told the woman to use it as her own. The house
held so many memories of Adam and she wasn't sure when it wouldn't be too painful to be there.
Richie came with her at Duncan's urging, taking the open job her Father had at the stables. He
was learning a lot about horses from the older man, and was using the time to heal from the loss
of Claudia. He was also a listening ear and shoulder for Beth. Her family had no idea what had
happened with Adam, and she couldn't tell them. What she knew about immortals and her own
extended life couldn't be shared. With Richie there, she had someone who truly understood.
Peter Harris had not only offered him a job, but a place to stay. He had his own apartment above
the stables. It gave both he and Beth a sense of privacy, and yet was close enough to visit with
her and the baby at night. He'd even coaxed her to go riding with him a few times, but those
times weren't often. Many nights he simply played with Cassie on the rug in the main room and
waited for Beth to feel like talking. She'd retreated into herself and he was worried it might be a
long time before she could move on.
The hot sun beat down on Beth as she knelt in front of the flowerbed, pulling a few stray weeds
that dared to grow between the rows of bright colored asters. She'd spent most of the summer
trying to keep her hands busy at something that didn't require a lot of focus, and as a result had
more than doubled the size of the flower garden. It had only been a few minutes since she laid
Cassie down for her nap, but already a light beading of perspiration had begun to form on her
arms, neck and hairline. Using the back of her gloved hand, she wiped her brow before reaching
further into the flowerbed.
"Damn!" she gasped as a jagged piece of rock dug deep into her bare knee, breaking the skin. It
didn't really hurt that much, but tears stung her eyes, and once they started ... she couldn't stop.
She sat back on the grass and watched the blood stop flowing from the wound and the
beginnings of the healing. Yet another reminder ...
From the top of the hill, a lone figure watched. He'd asked the cab to drop him at the road,
wanting a chance to prepare himself and hoping for a glimpse of her to see how she was. Even
from that distance it was easy to see she wasn't doing well at all, and it was his fault.
He'd wished he could have told her what he'd planned to do, but he had to make sure it worked
before he got either of their hopes up. There had been no guarantee Cassandra would go along
with him, and no guarantee the Watchers would believe it even if she did. He couldn't even risk
telling Joe or MacLeod because as much as they cared for Beth, they might feel obligated to tell
her when they saw the pain she was in.
He hoped she would forgive him for this. He'd weighed the options over and over in his mind and
when the idea had come to him, he knew it was a long shot. Maybe knowing that now they had a
chance at a life together she could find it in her heart to forgive.
The plan had to evolve in stages. If Cassandra had let out too much too soon then she might not
have been believed, but by only telling her Watcher friend a little and then waiting for him to push
for more, in the interest of closing the Methos Chronicles, it had worked like a charm. The final
step had been when she'd produced a sword that was over 3,000 years old. Methos had actually
taken it from another immortal centuries ago and had kept it with many of the other artifacts he'd
accumulated in his vault in Paris. Cassandra claimed she took it from the infamous 'Methos' and
had kept it as a memento, made even more believable when the Watcher had seen it mounted
over the bed in her Paris flat.
Now, as far as anyone was concerned, he was Adam Pierson ... former Watcher researcher and
relatively new immortal. Only a few immortals knew who he really was, and most of those were
friends. They wouldn't betray him. He wouldn't be on the top of anyone's list because they
wanted the power that came from taking the Quickening of the oldest living immortal. He would
still have to defend himself, but with any luck he could stay off the radar for a few decades. That
would be long enough for Cassie to have as normal a childhood as possible ... with both parents.
When he first saw Beth gardening, she almost took his breath away. She looked so natural in the
short cutoffs and tank shirt. She seemed as at home puttering in the dirt as she had been in the
kitchen . By first glance, she seemed to be coping. However when her shoulders started to
shake and he saw her sit back on the ground, obviously crying, he knew she wasn't coping at all.
The sight of her sorrow tore at his heart. Silently Adam made his way down the grassy hill and
across the pasture as he watched her, noticing everything.
He started to call out to her, but when she stood and stumbled up the porch steps because she
was blinded by tears, his words caught in his throat.
Adam quickly crossed the distance and dropped his duffel bag and backpack on the porch before
reaching for the doorknob. Turning it quietly, he stood just inside the doorway and listened as his
eyes scanned the room.
The furniture was the same, but all the photos were gone. The guitar he'd expected to see
leaning against the wall beside the fireplace was also gone. He realized Beth had removed all
reminders of her first loss, probably because of what she thinks is her second.
He picked up the gardening gloves she'd pulled off and tossed, one of them landing on the table,
the other on the floor in her haste. They were still warm from her hands, and the faint scent of
her soap clung to the cuffs.
The sound of her crying could be heard from down the hallway. Adam took of his coat and laid it
over a chair before following his heart.
As he passed the nursery, he saw the door was closed. Cassie must be napping.
He heard Beth begin to sniffle lightly, her tears subsiding ... for now. He could hear her moving
before he could see her from the doorway, his eyes confirming that she had thrown herself onto
the bed and was now sitting up to reach for a tissue for her eyes and nose.
Part of her hair had come out of the clasp and fell over her face, hiding it from his view as she sat
on the edge of the bed. She'd kicked off her shoes and had one foot propped on the side rail that
held the mattress. The place where she'd cut herself had healed and she must have wiped the
blood away because all traces were gone.
"If you'd just stayed ..." he heard her whisper to the empty room. "Why couldn't you have stayed
with us?"
Her head came up and her hair fell away from her face an instant before her tear filled eyes
locked with his. Beth gasped and Adam felt his heart begin to beat hard and fast.
For a long moment neither said a word, they just stared at the other, neither quite believing this
was real.
Beth moved first, wiping her face one more time with the tissue as she stood. "Am I losing my
mind? Are you really here?" She hoped she wasn't losing her mind.
In three steps Adam had her in his arms. He pulled her tightly against his body, one arm around
her and one cradling her head against his chest. "I'm so sorry." He told her over and over. "So
sorry."
Beth slid her arms up and captured his face in her hands. "You're not dead? I wanted to believe
what I knew, but Joe and Duncan were so sure ..."
"I know sweetheart, and I'm sorry. I had to lay low for awhile ... I had to let Cassandra make
them believe ... the real Methos was dead." He said as he leaned his cheek into her touch. "I
couldn't risk letting any of you know ..."
Beth didn't want to hear anymore. She didn't care why or how, all she cared about was that the
man she loved was there and was holding her, and she'd never seen more love in his eyes than
at that moment. She only had one question. "Are you staying?"
Adam understood why she cut him off. Before she could let herself get too close, she had to
know if this was permanent. "Yes." He nodded. "Oh yes. I'll stay with you forever if you'll have
me."
Beth could literally feel the last barrier fall from between them. She almost jumped in his arms to
reach his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him breathlessly. Adam
returned her kiss with equal fervor, nibbling her bottom lip before greedily plundering her mouth.
"Tell me ..." she murmured between kisses. "I need to hear ..."
Adam knew exactly what she needed him to say. "I love you Beth, I love you, I love you, I love
you." He repeated as he covered her mouth and face with kisses. His fingers tangled in her hair
as he lifted his face to look into her eyes. "I love you." He whispered one last time.
"I never stopped loving you either Adam, not for a second." She replied, her eyes now shining
with tears of joy.
Adam wiped them away with his thumb before slanting his mouth across hers and kissing her
again.
The sound of complete surrender came from her throat as she arched into him, wrapping her
arms around his neck. Adam's hands splayed across her back as he pulled her closer. The hem
of her shirt had ridden up and his fingers caressed her soft skin beneath it.
Beth sat back down on the mattress and tried to pull him with her, but instead Adam knelt
between her knees. He broke their kiss and reached to unclasp her hair, sifting through the soft
tresses and spreading them over her shoulders.
"You are so beautiful." He told her as his eyes scanned her face.
"I'm a mess." Beth replied with a nervous laugh. "A sweaty mess."
Adam didn't care. He wiped a smudge from her brow and chin before his eyes drifted down her
body. The deep 'V" of the tank shirt offered an ample view of her cleavage and his desire for her
increased when he realized the thin, pale blue material was the only thing covering her soft
curves. "I want you just as you are." Before Beth realized his intent, Adam dipped his head to trail
his tongue up along the exposed skin between her breasts. A droplet of perspiration had drawn
him to the spot and the salty taste was the sweetest he could imagine.
Beth gasped and her fingers slipped into his hair as the rough, wet surface of his tongue slid
lightly along it's intended path and up to her collarbone, ending when his mouth nuzzled the
sensitive area behind her ear. She could feel her body responding and looked down at him
through half-closed eyes. When he looked up at her, there was nothing else to say. There was
no hesitation.
"Make love to me Adam. Make love to me now." Beth begged him, as their eyes met with need.
Adam rose to kiss her as his hands slipped the shirt over her head and tossed it away. Laying
her back on the bed, he masterfully slid her to the center of the mattress and crawled above her.
Beth's fingers tried to work the buttons of his shirt, but in her haste only became more frustrated.
Adam raised himself to kneel above her long enough to remove it himself, his eyes feasting on
the sight of her beneath him.
Beth had to touch him. She couldn't wait for him to remove the offending garment before her
fingers began to trace the contours of his chest and the muscles of his abdomen. "You're even
more perfect than I remembered." She said under her breath as her thumb grazed his flat nipple.
She smiled seductively when she felt his body tighten at the light contact and stroked it again.
She knew the increase in muscle tone had come from one battle after another, but she tried not
to think about that. She only thought about the man who knelt above her and who she wanted
with a passion she'd never known before.
Adam continued to straddle her on his knees as he allowed her a few minutes to touch him as
she pleased. Her hands felt so good on his body and her eyes spoke volumes about her love
and desire for him. Finally, he was unable to hold himself back any longer. His hands clasped
her wrists as he gently pinned them to the mattress beside her head and lowered himself over
her.
Beth couldn't help arching toward him when she saw his gaze on her body. Her nipples
hardened and beckoned him to notice. When Adam's tongue lightly grazed one peak, he heard
her sharp intake of breath and felt her body jerk beneath him. Holding her firmly against the
mattress, his tongue flicked back and forth. Beth's head tossed from side to side and she begged
him to end the sweet torture. "Adam please ..."
He smiled against her skin as his mouth wrapped itself around her nipple, tugging and sucking
hard and then grazing her flesh lightly with his teeth before moving to it's twin. Still holding her
wrists, he playfully nipped at her waist and the exposed curve of her hip before returning to kiss
her again.
"Let me touch you." She asked, and without stopping, Adam released her. Beth's hands held his
head in place, her fingers running over his scalp and through his hair. After a moment he looked
up into her eyes and her smile turned to a sweet laugh.
"What?" he grinned.
"Your hair, it's longer than I've seen it before . I like it." She replied as she smoothed the slightly
wavy bang off his forehead. "And ... oh my gosh, where were you? That is quite a tan."
Adam turned his face and kissed the inside of her palm. "Hidden away ..." he said as he
continued to watch her. One of his hands began to lightly caress her breasts, abdomen and hip,
and his fingers began to unfasten the button on her cutoffs and slide the zipper down slowly as he
focused on her gaze.
"Obviously you were someplace warm and sunny." Beth continued, wriggling a little as the back
of his hand tickled her skin.
"I was on an island ... in the Mediterranean." He admitted. "I'll take you there someday, but for
now ..."
he slid the shorts and her panties over her hips and down her legs where she could easily kick
them off. His hands slid back up the smooth skin of her legs and she blushed a little under the
close scrutiny of his gray green eyes. His eyes were all over her, and although she loved the
way it made her feel, she wanted the same opportunity to appreciate him.
Her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans, and Adam couldn't resist teasing her about
being impatient.
"We've waited so long to be together" she replied. "There will be a lifetime of nights for us to
take our time. This afternoon, I don't want to wait ... I want you right now."
Adam stood from the bed and removed the last of his clothing, as Beth's wandering hands
continued to explore. His eyes closed and he half growled, half groaned when her hand caressed
him completely. Remembering her words, he pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her
deeply. His fingers knotted in her hair as he anchored her mouth to his.
Feeling her legs slide over his hips, offering herself to him completely, Adam whispered "I love
you." Before burying himself fully in her soft, warm body.
He relished the way she always seemed amazed by the feel of him and devoured the little gasp
of surprise by delving even deeper into the sweet crevices of her mouth. Nothing could ever feel
this good. Nothing could ever make him feel this complete than the feel of this woman accepting
all he is and all he can give with complete abandon and passion.
They moved together, Beth following the rhythm Adam set. Their eyes locked on one another as
their bodies began to wind tighter and tighter with pleasure and anticipation.
Beth wrapped her arms around him tightly, letting her nails rake gently across his back as they
continued to move. She thought they had almost reached the height of their passion, when
Adam began to sit back on his thighs grasped her hips and lifted her with him.
She cried out as the motion drove him deeper inside her. Clasping his shoulders tight to balance
herself, Beth's body began to shake uncontrollably in his arms.
Adam watched her face as she fought for control and then began to let go. "That's my girl." He
urged her on. "God you are amazing."
The way her hair fell down her back as she arched into him and rode the wave of their desire
reminded him of a beautiful wild horse. He drove himself up into her again and again until she
called out his name and dug her nails into his shoulders. For several long seconds he remained
still, but as soon as her eyes opened and focused on him, Adam laid her back down. With all the
strength and passion that remained, he moved within her, deeper and harder with every thrust.
Beth clung to him desperately, wanting to be more than joined with him. She wanted him to
possess her completely. "I love you." She gasped a second before he drove into her one last
time. Holding him tight, she almost cried for the joy of it when his body exploded inside of her.
"Never let me go." She whispered as the force of their love shook her to the core. "Never ... let
me go."
Adam raised his head from where he had buried it in her shoulder and brushed the hair from her
eyes. "I never will." He promised. "I swear I never will." The tears in his eyes confirmed the
truth of his statement and Beth's heart stopped from the sweetness of it all.
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CHAPTER 96
It had been 12 weeks since Duncan had delivered the fateful news. Beth stayed in Seacouver for
a few days after that, but at the urging of her sisters had come back to Tennessee to be with her
family. She left the house and shop for Esperanza to take care of, telling her friend that she
wasn't sure when or if she would be back. She told the woman to use it as her own. The house
held so many memories of Adam and she wasn't sure when it wouldn't be too painful to be there.
Richie came with her at Duncan's urging, taking the open job her Father had at the stables. He
was learning a lot about horses from the older man, and was using the time to heal from the loss
of Claudia. He was also a listening ear and shoulder for Beth. Her family had no idea what had
happened with Adam, and she couldn't tell them. What she knew about immortals and her own
extended life couldn't be shared. With Richie there, she had someone who truly understood.
Peter Harris had not only offered him a job, but a place to stay. He had his own apartment above
the stables. It gave both he and Beth a sense of privacy, and yet was close enough to visit with
her and the baby at night. He'd even coaxed her to go riding with him a few times, but those
times weren't often. Many nights he simply played with Cassie on the rug in the main room and
waited for Beth to feel like talking. She'd retreated into herself and he was worried it might be a
long time before she could move on.
The hot sun beat down on Beth as she knelt in front of the flowerbed, pulling a few stray weeds
that dared to grow between the rows of bright colored asters. She'd spent most of the summer
trying to keep her hands busy at something that didn't require a lot of focus, and as a result had
more than doubled the size of the flower garden. It had only been a few minutes since she laid
Cassie down for her nap, but already a light beading of perspiration had begun to form on her
arms, neck and hairline. Using the back of her gloved hand, she wiped her brow before reaching
further into the flowerbed.
"Damn!" she gasped as a jagged piece of rock dug deep into her bare knee, breaking the skin. It
didn't really hurt that much, but tears stung her eyes, and once they started ... she couldn't stop.
She sat back on the grass and watched the blood stop flowing from the wound and the
beginnings of the healing. Yet another reminder ...
From the top of the hill, a lone figure watched. He'd asked the cab to drop him at the road,
wanting a chance to prepare himself and hoping for a glimpse of her to see how she was. Even
from that distance it was easy to see she wasn't doing well at all, and it was his fault.
He'd wished he could have told her what he'd planned to do, but he had to make sure it worked
before he got either of their hopes up. There had been no guarantee Cassandra would go along
with him, and no guarantee the Watchers would believe it even if she did. He couldn't even risk
telling Joe or MacLeod because as much as they cared for Beth, they might feel obligated to tell
her when they saw the pain she was in.
He hoped she would forgive him for this. He'd weighed the options over and over in his mind and
when the idea had come to him, he knew it was a long shot. Maybe knowing that now they had a
chance at a life together she could find it in her heart to forgive.
The plan had to evolve in stages. If Cassandra had let out too much too soon then she might not
have been believed, but by only telling her Watcher friend a little and then waiting for him to push
for more, in the interest of closing the Methos Chronicles, it had worked like a charm. The final
step had been when she'd produced a sword that was over 3,000 years old. Methos had actually
taken it from another immortal centuries ago and had kept it with many of the other artifacts he'd
accumulated in his vault in Paris. Cassandra claimed she took it from the infamous 'Methos' and
had kept it as a memento, made even more believable when the Watcher had seen it mounted
over the bed in her Paris flat.
Now, as far as anyone was concerned, he was Adam Pierson ... former Watcher researcher and
relatively new immortal. Only a few immortals knew who he really was, and most of those were
friends. They wouldn't betray him. He wouldn't be on the top of anyone's list because they
wanted the power that came from taking the Quickening of the oldest living immortal. He would
still have to defend himself, but with any luck he could stay off the radar for a few decades. That
would be long enough for Cassie to have as normal a childhood as possible ... with both parents.
When he first saw Beth gardening, she almost took his breath away. She looked so natural in the
short cutoffs and tank shirt. She seemed as at home puttering in the dirt as she had been in the
kitchen . By first glance, she seemed to be coping. However when her shoulders started to
shake and he saw her sit back on the ground, obviously crying, he knew she wasn't coping at all.
The sight of her sorrow tore at his heart. Silently Adam made his way down the grassy hill and
across the pasture as he watched her, noticing everything.
He started to call out to her, but when she stood and stumbled up the porch steps because she
was blinded by tears, his words caught in his throat.
Adam quickly crossed the distance and dropped his duffel bag and backpack on the porch before
reaching for the doorknob. Turning it quietly, he stood just inside the doorway and listened as his
eyes scanned the room.
The furniture was the same, but all the photos were gone. The guitar he'd expected to see
leaning against the wall beside the fireplace was also gone. He realized Beth had removed all
reminders of her first loss, probably because of what she thinks is her second.
He picked up the gardening gloves she'd pulled off and tossed, one of them landing on the table,
the other on the floor in her haste. They were still warm from her hands, and the faint scent of
her soap clung to the cuffs.
The sound of her crying could be heard from down the hallway. Adam took of his coat and laid it
over a chair before following his heart.
As he passed the nursery, he saw the door was closed. Cassie must be napping.
He heard Beth begin to sniffle lightly, her tears subsiding ... for now. He could hear her moving
before he could see her from the doorway, his eyes confirming that she had thrown herself onto
the bed and was now sitting up to reach for a tissue for her eyes and nose.
Part of her hair had come out of the clasp and fell over her face, hiding it from his view as she sat
on the edge of the bed. She'd kicked off her shoes and had one foot propped on the side rail that
held the mattress. The place where she'd cut herself had healed and she must have wiped the
blood away because all traces were gone.
"If you'd just stayed ..." he heard her whisper to the empty room. "Why couldn't you have stayed
with us?"
Her head came up and her hair fell away from her face an instant before her tear filled eyes
locked with his. Beth gasped and Adam felt his heart begin to beat hard and fast.
For a long moment neither said a word, they just stared at the other, neither quite believing this
was real.
Beth moved first, wiping her face one more time with the tissue as she stood. "Am I losing my
mind? Are you really here?" She hoped she wasn't losing her mind.
In three steps Adam had her in his arms. He pulled her tightly against his body, one arm around
her and one cradling her head against his chest. "I'm so sorry." He told her over and over. "So
sorry."
Beth slid her arms up and captured his face in her hands. "You're not dead? I wanted to believe
what I knew, but Joe and Duncan were so sure ..."
"I know sweetheart, and I'm sorry. I had to lay low for awhile ... I had to let Cassandra make
them believe ... the real Methos was dead." He said as he leaned his cheek into her touch. "I
couldn't risk letting any of you know ..."
Beth didn't want to hear anymore. She didn't care why or how, all she cared about was that the
man she loved was there and was holding her, and she'd never seen more love in his eyes than
at that moment. She only had one question. "Are you staying?"
Adam understood why she cut him off. Before she could let herself get too close, she had to
know if this was permanent. "Yes." He nodded. "Oh yes. I'll stay with you forever if you'll have
me."
Beth could literally feel the last barrier fall from between them. She almost jumped in his arms to
reach his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him breathlessly. Adam
returned her kiss with equal fervor, nibbling her bottom lip before greedily plundering her mouth.
"Tell me ..." she murmured between kisses. "I need to hear ..."
Adam knew exactly what she needed him to say. "I love you Beth, I love you, I love you, I love
you." He repeated as he covered her mouth and face with kisses. His fingers tangled in her hair
as he lifted his face to look into her eyes. "I love you." He whispered one last time.
"I never stopped loving you either Adam, not for a second." She replied, her eyes now shining
with tears of joy.
Adam wiped them away with his thumb before slanting his mouth across hers and kissing her
again.
The sound of complete surrender came from her throat as she arched into him, wrapping her
arms around his neck. Adam's hands splayed across her back as he pulled her closer. The hem
of her shirt had ridden up and his fingers caressed her soft skin beneath it.
Beth sat back down on the mattress and tried to pull him with her, but instead Adam knelt
between her knees. He broke their kiss and reached to unclasp her hair, sifting through the soft
tresses and spreading them over her shoulders.
"You are so beautiful." He told her as his eyes scanned her face.
"I'm a mess." Beth replied with a nervous laugh. "A sweaty mess."
Adam didn't care. He wiped a smudge from her brow and chin before his eyes drifted down her
body. The deep 'V" of the tank shirt offered an ample view of her cleavage and his desire for her
increased when he realized the thin, pale blue material was the only thing covering her soft
curves. "I want you just as you are." Before Beth realized his intent, Adam dipped his head to trail
his tongue up along the exposed skin between her breasts. A droplet of perspiration had drawn
him to the spot and the salty taste was the sweetest he could imagine.
Beth gasped and her fingers slipped into his hair as the rough, wet surface of his tongue slid
lightly along it's intended path and up to her collarbone, ending when his mouth nuzzled the
sensitive area behind her ear. She could feel her body responding and looked down at him
through half-closed eyes. When he looked up at her, there was nothing else to say. There was
no hesitation.
"Make love to me Adam. Make love to me now." Beth begged him, as their eyes met with need.
Adam rose to kiss her as his hands slipped the shirt over her head and tossed it away. Laying
her back on the bed, he masterfully slid her to the center of the mattress and crawled above her.
Beth's fingers tried to work the buttons of his shirt, but in her haste only became more frustrated.
Adam raised himself to kneel above her long enough to remove it himself, his eyes feasting on
the sight of her beneath him.
Beth had to touch him. She couldn't wait for him to remove the offending garment before her
fingers began to trace the contours of his chest and the muscles of his abdomen. "You're even
more perfect than I remembered." She said under her breath as her thumb grazed his flat nipple.
She smiled seductively when she felt his body tighten at the light contact and stroked it again.
She knew the increase in muscle tone had come from one battle after another, but she tried not
to think about that. She only thought about the man who knelt above her and who she wanted
with a passion she'd never known before.
Adam continued to straddle her on his knees as he allowed her a few minutes to touch him as
she pleased. Her hands felt so good on his body and her eyes spoke volumes about her love
and desire for him. Finally, he was unable to hold himself back any longer. His hands clasped
her wrists as he gently pinned them to the mattress beside her head and lowered himself over
her.
Beth couldn't help arching toward him when she saw his gaze on her body. Her nipples
hardened and beckoned him to notice. When Adam's tongue lightly grazed one peak, he heard
her sharp intake of breath and felt her body jerk beneath him. Holding her firmly against the
mattress, his tongue flicked back and forth. Beth's head tossed from side to side and she begged
him to end the sweet torture. "Adam please ..."
He smiled against her skin as his mouth wrapped itself around her nipple, tugging and sucking
hard and then grazing her flesh lightly with his teeth before moving to it's twin. Still holding her
wrists, he playfully nipped at her waist and the exposed curve of her hip before returning to kiss
her again.
"Let me touch you." She asked, and without stopping, Adam released her. Beth's hands held his
head in place, her fingers running over his scalp and through his hair. After a moment he looked
up into her eyes and her smile turned to a sweet laugh.
"What?" he grinned.
"Your hair, it's longer than I've seen it before . I like it." She replied as she smoothed the slightly
wavy bang off his forehead. "And ... oh my gosh, where were you? That is quite a tan."
Adam turned his face and kissed the inside of her palm. "Hidden away ..." he said as he
continued to watch her. One of his hands began to lightly caress her breasts, abdomen and hip,
and his fingers began to unfasten the button on her cutoffs and slide the zipper down slowly as he
focused on her gaze.
"Obviously you were someplace warm and sunny." Beth continued, wriggling a little as the back
of his hand tickled her skin.
"I was on an island ... in the Mediterranean." He admitted. "I'll take you there someday, but for
now ..."
he slid the shorts and her panties over her hips and down her legs where she could easily kick
them off. His hands slid back up the smooth skin of her legs and she blushed a little under the
close scrutiny of his gray green eyes. His eyes were all over her, and although she loved the
way it made her feel, she wanted the same opportunity to appreciate him.
Her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans, and Adam couldn't resist teasing her about
being impatient.
"We've waited so long to be together" she replied. "There will be a lifetime of nights for us to
take our time. This afternoon, I don't want to wait ... I want you right now."
Adam stood from the bed and removed the last of his clothing, as Beth's wandering hands
continued to explore. His eyes closed and he half growled, half groaned when her hand caressed
him completely. Remembering her words, he pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her
deeply. His fingers knotted in her hair as he anchored her mouth to his.
Feeling her legs slide over his hips, offering herself to him completely, Adam whispered "I love
you." Before burying himself fully in her soft, warm body.
He relished the way she always seemed amazed by the feel of him and devoured the little gasp
of surprise by delving even deeper into the sweet crevices of her mouth. Nothing could ever feel
this good. Nothing could ever make him feel this complete than the feel of this woman accepting
all he is and all he can give with complete abandon and passion.
They moved together, Beth following the rhythm Adam set. Their eyes locked on one another as
their bodies began to wind tighter and tighter with pleasure and anticipation.
Beth wrapped her arms around him tightly, letting her nails rake gently across his back as they
continued to move. She thought they had almost reached the height of their passion, when
Adam began to sit back on his thighs grasped her hips and lifted her with him.
She cried out as the motion drove him deeper inside her. Clasping his shoulders tight to balance
herself, Beth's body began to shake uncontrollably in his arms.
Adam watched her face as she fought for control and then began to let go. "That's my girl." He
urged her on. "God you are amazing."
The way her hair fell down her back as she arched into him and rode the wave of their desire
reminded him of a beautiful wild horse. He drove himself up into her again and again until she
called out his name and dug her nails into his shoulders. For several long seconds he remained
still, but as soon as her eyes opened and focused on him, Adam laid her back down. With all the
strength and passion that remained, he moved within her, deeper and harder with every thrust.
Beth clung to him desperately, wanting to be more than joined with him. She wanted him to
possess her completely. "I love you." She gasped a second before he drove into her one last
time. Holding him tight, she almost cried for the joy of it when his body exploded inside of her.
"Never let me go." She whispered as the force of their love shook her to the core. "Never ... let
me go."
Adam raised his head from where he had buried it in her shoulder and brushed the hair from her
eyes. "I never will." He promised. "I swear I never will." The tears in his eyes confirmed the
truth of his statement and Beth's heart stopped from the sweetness of it all.
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