The way that Faith held Bosco filled him in a way that made him whole. No one could ever make him fight for breath the way a simple stare or stray piece of hair fell more than Faith did.
Bosco ran his hand up and down back and heard her whimper so quietly he wasn't sure if it was real or just his imagination.
After holding each other for what seemed like hours, he pulled away and stared deep into Faith's beautiful green eyes. The look that he saw made all the love he had for her bubble to the surface. His intense, soulful brown eyes made Faith blush as she bowed her head to push a stray piece of blond hair behind her ear. He caught her chin in his hand and picked up her face to meet his.
"Boz…" Faith whispered, not sure what the feeling inside her was. 'He can't be thinking of me that way! He can have any woman he wants in the five boroughs of Manhattan' Faith thought to herself. But there was something in his eyes…
He moved his face directly in front of hers to the point that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes, and prayed that when they opened again he would still be there.
With slight hesitation, she opened her eyes and looked directly into his gaze as his lips descended onto hers. His lips were soft and tender, which contradicted his brash personality. He brought his hand to her cheek and brushed it lightly with his thumb. Faith put her hand on top of his to deepen the kiss. Slowly, she opened her mouth as his warm tongue met with hers. Faith removed her hand from his and ran her fingers through his short brown hair.
Bosco pulled away, his eyes dark and hazy. He smiled a small smile that made Faith feel a love so strong within her, one that she hadn't felt around Fred in all the years they had been married.
"Faith, I want to be with you, but only if you are ready." Bosco said; his voice quiet.
She smiled. It was that smile that melted his heart in a way he could never imagine with anyone else.
"Boz, I'm ready. I think I've been ready for a long time."
He pulled her close, his mouth hot on hers and his hands playfully twirled the silky strands of blond hair. Faith's hand traveled to the bottom of his tight white shirt. She fingered the bottom before her hand went up back and traced the patterns of his muscular abs and back.
He stepped away, not breaking the kiss, and put his hand behind his head; picked up the neck of his shirt and pulled it off in one quick movement. Faith admired his muscular chest and had never imagined the impact it would have on her.
He smiled as he pulled her toward him by the waist of her jeans. Their lips met again, fiercely and more urgent than before. Bosco slowly unbuttoned her shirt, grazing her chest with each button he passed. He pushed the shirt back and let it fall to the floor, revealing a flesh colored bra.
His mouth moved away from her and began to travel along her jaw line, down her neck as he continued to kneel before her. His hands were hot on her back as he crept to unclasp her bra. He peeled the straps off and placed his mouth on her breast. She moaned as she placed her hands on the back of his head.
He continued to kiss as he undid he belt and jean snap, and pulled her jeans down until they laid in a pool at her ankles. Bosco looked at her. He loved the way her narrow waist flared into gorgeous, curvy hips. 'She looks like a goddess.' He thought to himself as she picked up his head and kissed him again, strong and hard.
She loved the way his body felt against hers. His strong arms encapsulated her body, making her hungry for more. Her body was calling to him; calling to make her feel whole.
Bosco could feel her hands go down and play with the button on his jeans. His arousal was growing quickly. In his mind, he wanted to throw her down and make love to her all night, but at the same time he wanted to connect with her on all levels, not only physical; he wanted to feel her soul, and know her, inside and out.
She removed his pants and traced her finger along the line of his white boxer briefs before hooking her fingers inside and sliding them down his muscular legs. He moved into the bedroom; closing the door behind them. Faith kissed his shoulder as he removed the pair of black lace bikinis she had managed to keep this long.
"I need you, Faith." Bosco stated as he laid her down on the bed.
She opened her legs; waiting for Bosco to meet with her, to be with her, and understand her. Even more she wanted to understand him. He was her best friend, but still he kept a lot of things inside. He wasn't the type of person who let people see his weaknesses. He needed to know that she loved him and cared about him; that she would do anything for him.
"Boz, come here." Faith said, her voice barely audible.
He walked over and laid on top of her, his erection hard against her thigh. He placed his knees on either side of her thighs, and entered her, slow at first. She buried her head into his neck as the thrusts came quicker and quicker. Their rhythm became fast and hard. She moved along with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His moaning made her orgasm come faster than she ever thought possible.
Her body felt like there was fire burning in the middle of her body before a tidal wave of emotion made her whole body feel like it was on pins and needles.
"Oh, God, Boz." Faith moaned and screamed.
"Oh, Faith, baby." Bosco groaned ad he felt his orgasm come and go.
When he was done, he fell on top of her; his head on her breasts and his fingers drawing patterns absently on her soft stomach. She smiled down at him after noticing his fingers has stopped moving. His features had softened and he looked childlike and angelic.
Her heart reached out to him as she drifted off to sleep, taking in the feel of his strong arms around her. This was the first peaceful nights sleep in what seemed like years, and she couldn't pick a better person to share it with.
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Bosco ran his hand up and down back and heard her whimper so quietly he wasn't sure if it was real or just his imagination.
After holding each other for what seemed like hours, he pulled away and stared deep into Faith's beautiful green eyes. The look that he saw made all the love he had for her bubble to the surface. His intense, soulful brown eyes made Faith blush as she bowed her head to push a stray piece of blond hair behind her ear. He caught her chin in his hand and picked up her face to meet his.
"Boz…" Faith whispered, not sure what the feeling inside her was. 'He can't be thinking of me that way! He can have any woman he wants in the five boroughs of Manhattan' Faith thought to herself. But there was something in his eyes…
He moved his face directly in front of hers to the point that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes, and prayed that when they opened again he would still be there.
With slight hesitation, she opened her eyes and looked directly into his gaze as his lips descended onto hers. His lips were soft and tender, which contradicted his brash personality. He brought his hand to her cheek and brushed it lightly with his thumb. Faith put her hand on top of his to deepen the kiss. Slowly, she opened her mouth as his warm tongue met with hers. Faith removed her hand from his and ran her fingers through his short brown hair.
Bosco pulled away, his eyes dark and hazy. He smiled a small smile that made Faith feel a love so strong within her, one that she hadn't felt around Fred in all the years they had been married.
"Faith, I want to be with you, but only if you are ready." Bosco said; his voice quiet.
She smiled. It was that smile that melted his heart in a way he could never imagine with anyone else.
"Boz, I'm ready. I think I've been ready for a long time."
He pulled her close, his mouth hot on hers and his hands playfully twirled the silky strands of blond hair. Faith's hand traveled to the bottom of his tight white shirt. She fingered the bottom before her hand went up back and traced the patterns of his muscular abs and back.
He stepped away, not breaking the kiss, and put his hand behind his head; picked up the neck of his shirt and pulled it off in one quick movement. Faith admired his muscular chest and had never imagined the impact it would have on her.
He smiled as he pulled her toward him by the waist of her jeans. Their lips met again, fiercely and more urgent than before. Bosco slowly unbuttoned her shirt, grazing her chest with each button he passed. He pushed the shirt back and let it fall to the floor, revealing a flesh colored bra.
His mouth moved away from her and began to travel along her jaw line, down her neck as he continued to kneel before her. His hands were hot on her back as he crept to unclasp her bra. He peeled the straps off and placed his mouth on her breast. She moaned as she placed her hands on the back of his head.
He continued to kiss as he undid he belt and jean snap, and pulled her jeans down until they laid in a pool at her ankles. Bosco looked at her. He loved the way her narrow waist flared into gorgeous, curvy hips. 'She looks like a goddess.' He thought to himself as she picked up his head and kissed him again, strong and hard.
She loved the way his body felt against hers. His strong arms encapsulated her body, making her hungry for more. Her body was calling to him; calling to make her feel whole.
Bosco could feel her hands go down and play with the button on his jeans. His arousal was growing quickly. In his mind, he wanted to throw her down and make love to her all night, but at the same time he wanted to connect with her on all levels, not only physical; he wanted to feel her soul, and know her, inside and out.
She removed his pants and traced her finger along the line of his white boxer briefs before hooking her fingers inside and sliding them down his muscular legs. He moved into the bedroom; closing the door behind them. Faith kissed his shoulder as he removed the pair of black lace bikinis she had managed to keep this long.
"I need you, Faith." Bosco stated as he laid her down on the bed.
She opened her legs; waiting for Bosco to meet with her, to be with her, and understand her. Even more she wanted to understand him. He was her best friend, but still he kept a lot of things inside. He wasn't the type of person who let people see his weaknesses. He needed to know that she loved him and cared about him; that she would do anything for him.
"Boz, come here." Faith said, her voice barely audible.
He walked over and laid on top of her, his erection hard against her thigh. He placed his knees on either side of her thighs, and entered her, slow at first. She buried her head into his neck as the thrusts came quicker and quicker. Their rhythm became fast and hard. She moved along with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His moaning made her orgasm come faster than she ever thought possible.
Her body felt like there was fire burning in the middle of her body before a tidal wave of emotion made her whole body feel like it was on pins and needles.
"Oh, God, Boz." Faith moaned and screamed.
"Oh, Faith, baby." Bosco groaned ad he felt his orgasm come and go.
When he was done, he fell on top of her; his head on her breasts and his fingers drawing patterns absently on her soft stomach. She smiled down at him after noticing his fingers has stopped moving. His features had softened and he looked childlike and angelic.
Her heart reached out to him as she drifted off to sleep, taking in the feel of his strong arms around her. This was the first peaceful nights sleep in what seemed like years, and she couldn't pick a better person to share it with.
TBC
