It was like bringing a lit match to a puddle of gasoline. For too long they'd held back for too long they'd waited. All the emotions the had tried to hide from flamed into urgency and it was released all at once.
They fell into the room as his hands slid all over her, down her hips, curving under her breasts, looking for the long, lean lines of her body under the t-shirt she'd changed into at the airport. Impatiently, he slid his hands under the material to feel her, only her. Her skin was silky smooth and when he moved his hands up again to feel the curve of her breast, Sara gasped against him. It wasn't enough she thought, as she pulled her shirt off over her head. She knew that he wanted her to open up to him physically even if she hadn't opened up emotionally yet. She tugged at his shirt with eager hands as he pulled her to him, pulse hammering. It was as though every nerve in her body were on edge, every fiber of her being focused on the heat and pressure of his bare chest pressing against hers. She felt his breath, his heartbeat and this only made her want to feel more. With eager hands she tore at the waistband of his jeans.
Making a noise of impatience, he lifted her in his arms and walked to the bed in the middle of the room. Laying her back against the pillows, the weak light that signaled the end of the day only made her skin gleam. Sara stared at him, watching his eyes darken and giddy anticipation surged through her. She felt his hands at the waistband of her skirt and felt the cool air on her skin as he drew the garment away. With impatient movements he tore away the remainder of his clothes and moved to the side of the bed, Sara caught her breath and reached for him but he pressed her back into the pillows. Gaze locked on hers, he reached out to trace her lines with his finger. Heat burst through her, every thought focused on that burning spot. He slid his finger down , over her shoulder, into the dip above her collarbone, along the slight rise of her breast to the sensitive tip. She caught her breath there but he didn't linger, moving down the smooth flat of her belly to the point where black silk lace blocked his way.
A wry smile curving his lips, he said, "Black lace Sara? I like that." Capturing her lips with his he then said, "I like it even better off."
"Please…" she whimpered.
Sliding his body along hers she felt the velvety tip of him brush the entrance where she was slick and ready. "Look at me." he murmured.
Raising her eyes to his she knew that in that moment there were no evasions, no escape. It was as though the were one person, the sensations that started in his body ended in hers. Now with his body intimately connected with hers, everything was tied together.
Coming back to the present she wondered to herself that if she told him that she'd never experienced anything like it, would he believe her? Would he understand? She'd given herself to him, maybe with some reservations at first, but completely by the end.
As if conjuring him out of thin air she felt his lips on her lower back and heard his voice at the same time.
"You've been holding out on me…."