A Fresh Start
Chapter Two Hundred Thirty Six
"Sir."
"Yes, Amelia." Richard says, holding down the button for his intercom.
"There is a man here to see you."
"Does he have an appointment?" Richard asks, closing his eyes. It had been a long day and he was ready to go home to the boys and Cassie.
"No sir. He says he'll only take a moment of your time." Amelia says.
"Alright, send him in." Richard says. Releasing the button, he pushes his chair back and stands up as the door opens.
"Thank you for seeing me Sir. I know that I should've called when I got to town." Miles says, as Richard looks up.
"Miles, hello." Richard says, walking around his desk. He holds his hand out. Miles takes his hand and they shake hands. "I had forgotten that you were coming in today. It's been a busy day. Was your flight alright?"
"It was fine." Miles says, as Richard steps back.
"I want to thank you for agreeing to do this and thank you for coming up here."
"You're welcome, sir." Miles says. "You look really good." He says, looking at Richard. "I was quite shocked to hear about the accident and then your death, all of San Cristobel was in shock."
"I appreciate that. I must admit it was fun to speak to someone that knew me back then." Richard says, as he walks over to his desk. "I looked over your draft and I must say that I think it's very good." Richard says, reaching to turn his computer off.
"Did I come at a bad time sir?"
"No, and it's just Richard now. You don't have to do that sir thing." Richard says, reaching for his coat.
"I'm sorry. I'm not used to you being free of the title. I will get used to though. Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes, it's time to go home. Cassie will be so excited to see you."
"If you're certain, I do not want to impose."
"No, it's fine. It'll be fun to see someone for San Cristobel besides William." Richard says, walking around his desk after he picks up his briefcase. "How are Ashleigh and the boys?"
"They are well. They are on a school trip as I told you."
"Good, Good. RJ will be playing this weekend. You are definitely invited to the game. Will has a soccer game too." Richard says, walking out of his office with Miles following him.
"Thank you sir." Miles says, as Richard closes the door and turns to Amelia.
"Amelia, I'm leaving for the day."
"Yes sir."
"You can leave as well." He says, walking towards the door.
"Thank you sir." She says, closing down her computer as Richard and Miles leave the office.
Sam locks up the office after the girls leave. Setting the alarm, she walks upstairs. She was thinking about Megan when the phone rings. Picking it up, she answers it absently. "Hello."
"Sam, its Reva."
"Reva, hi." She says, walking into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she looks to see what's inside for dinner.
"Hi, how are you?" Reva asks, noting the absent tone in her voice.
"I'm fine." Sam says, closing the refrigerator door.
"You sound like you've got something on your mind. Everything okay with Jeffrey?"
"Yes, we're fine. I'm thinking about my sister." Sam says, shaking her head. "I'll figure it out. Was there something that you needed?"
"Ummm, I was calling about Thanksgiving." Reva says, sitting down in the den at Cross Creek. "I was talking to Cassie about it today."
"Thanksgiving, wow I haven't even thought about that. It's only a few weeks away. I'll need to talk to Jeffrey and see what he wants to do?'
"Well, you're both invited over here for dinner."
"Ummm, I guess that's okay. I know you invited us when you told about Jeffrey being Josh's brother, but I'm not sure that Jeffrey was planning on doing that, but since things are getting better between them, maybe we should plan on spending it together."
"I'm speaking for Josh, and we want you both to come."
"Alright, is there something you want me to bring or do?"
"Well I've started thinking about the menu. I picked up the turkey for Josh to smoke. We usually have the traditional dishes. I'm sure Cassie will bring her famous peach pie."
"Ok. I'll bring whatever you want me to bring, dessert or main dish, it doesn't matter." Sam says, walking into the living room. She sits down on the couch. "I will say that my Gran made some wonderful yeast rolls every year for Thanksgiving and Christmas. And I make a great pasta salad, it's not traditional."
"No, that sounds wonderful. Bring the rolls and salad. We need to get with Cassie to plan the whole menu though."
"That's fine." Sam says, as Jeffrey walks in She turns towards the door when it opens. Seeing him, she smiles as he closes the door. "Oh, Reva. There is something I need to tell you. I'm allergic to mushrooms."
"Thank you for telling me. I make a broccoli casserole with cream of mushroom soup. I'll substitute that for cream of chicken."
"Okay, if you need me to do anything just let me know." Sam says, as Jeffrey comes over to her. Leaning over the back of the couch, he gives her quick kiss.
"Hi." He says, stepping back.
"Hi." Sam says, lifting the phone.
"You there Sam?" Reva asks.
"Yes, sorry. Jeffrey just got home." Sam says, returning to their conversation.
"Oh, that reminds me. Tell Jeffrey to bring Ava with him and William."
"I'll tell him."
"And if you want, you can bring your sister as well."
"Ummm, thank you. I'll be sure to mention it to her."
"I'll go now. We'll get together and talk with Cassie later."
"That's great, we'll talk then." Sam says, standing up.
"Good, talk to you then." Reva says. They hang up as Sam walks into the kitchen.
"Who was on the phone?" Jeffrey asks, turning to after getting a drink from the refrigerator.
"Reva, she wanted to talk about Thanksgiving. I'm sorry I haven't started on dinner. I was looking to see what we had when she called."
"It's fine." He says, after taking a drink.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll whip something up."
"Sam, its fine. We can go…."
"No, I don't really want to go out. I've got some stew meat in the freezer and vegetable in the refrigerator. I feel like a beef stew, if that's okay?"
"That's fine. I'm going to go upstairs and change." He says, turning to leave.
"Alright." She says, walking over to the freezer as he leaves the kitchen.
Cassie is in the kitchen when Richard comes in. "Hi, handsome." She says, walking over to him.
"Hi darling." He says, leaning into kiss her. "I brought someone home with me." He says, as Cassie looks behind him.
"Miles is that really you." Cassie asks, as he walks into the room."
"Yes ma'am." He says, smiling as Cassie hugs him.
"It's so good to see you. Is Ashleigh with you?"
"No, she's on a school trip with the boys." Miles says. "I came to help Mr. …." He looks at Richard. "…Richard with his campaign."
"He told me and thank you. Come in and close the door. Dinner will be ready in a little while." She says, stepping back to allow Richard to close the door.
"Thank you." Miles says, as he takes his coat off.
"Where are the boys?" Richard asks.
"Upstairs, finishing up their homework." Cassie says, walking over to the stove.
"That smells delicious. What are we having?"
"Chicken soup." Cassie says, turning to him with a smile.
"Great, we'll go into the living room." He says, kissing her cheek before they leaves the room. When they reach the living room, Richard turns to Miles. "If you'll give me a moment, I'm going to go change."
"Of course." Miles says, sitting down on the couch.
Richard goes upstairs to change and then checks on the boys before he goes downstairs. "Thank you for waiting." Richard says, walking into the living room.
"You're welcome. You have a beautiful home. It's so different from the palace." Miles says, looking around the living room.
"This was Cassie's former fiancé's home. He left to Rj when he died."
"Really." Miles says, looking around.
"Yes, and then while I was in DC, she remodeled it as we planned to do before the accident. "Do you want to get to work on the speech? The announcement is tomorrow night." Richard says, as Miles stands up.
"Of course." He says, following Richard to his office.
An hour later, they hear Cassie call. "Boys, it's time for dinner." She walks back to the office. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" She asks, from the doorway."
"Yes." Richard says, getting up with Miles following him. They walk into the living room as the boys come downstairs.
When they're at the table, Richard says. "Boys, do you remember Miles Jamison?"
Both boys shake their heads. "I guess you were both too young. He used to work for me at the palace." Richard says.
"Hello." The boys says.
"Hello." Miles says, smiling.
"He's going to be helping with my campaign." Richard says, as they begin eating.
"Oh." Will says. "We have two horses Mr. Jamison."
"You do."
"Yes. Rj has one and I have one. My horse is named Lady Tammy." Will says, taking a bite of soup.
"She's not your horse." Rj says.
"She is too." Will says.
"Boys, no arguing." Richard says.
"You named your horse after Lady Tammy?" Miles asks, looking at Richard.
"Yes." Richard says.
"Her hair is the same color as Tammy." Rj says. 'That's why we named her Lady Tammy." He says, as Miles nods.
"Ma'am…."
"Please Miles, it's just Cassie now." Cassie says, looking at him.
"Okay, I wanted to say that I'm very sorry about Tammy." He says, as Cassie nods. "San Cristobel was shocked when the report was made."
"I received a lot of letters from people is San Cristobel." Cassie says.
"You did." Richard asks.
"Yes, I boxed them up and put them in our closet. At the time, I couldn't read them." She says, as Richard reaches for her hand. "I'll find them and we can go through them." She says, looking at them.
"Mr. Jamison, what are you going to with Daddy's campaign?" Will asks.
"Umm, well I'm going to write speeches for him."
"Why?"
"So that people understand why they need to make him mayor."
"But can't Daddy write speeches telling everybody why they should make him mayor." Will asks.
"Yes, he can. But sometimes when you're writing it's easier for someone to let someone else talk about you."
"I don't understand."
"Let me explain it this way, do you like telling people about when you were prince of San Cristobel." He asks, as Will shakes his head no. "Why is that?"
"Because they always look at me funny."
"No, can you tell people about your Daddy being the Prince of San Cristobel."
"Of course."
"Why is that?" Miles asks, as Will looks at Richard.
"Because I'm proud of him. He was great at being Prince and he's great at being my Daddy." Will says.
"Now you see what I mean, it's easy for you to talk about your Daddy, but you don't like talking about your time as Prince, understand."
"Yeah, I think so. Mommy, can I get down?" Will asks, looking at Cassie.
"How much did you eat?" Cassie asks, looking at his bowl. "Eat a little bit more and then you can get down and eat some of those carrots."
"I don't like carrots." Will says, looking at her.
"Will."
"But I don't like them." He says, making a face.
"Will, eat the carrots and don't argue. They help you see better." Richard says.
"How do carrots help me see good?" Will asks.
"Because they have stuff inside them that makes your eyes strong. So eat them." Richard says, smiling as Will makes a face.
"Why do I have to eat yucky carrots and you don't have to them?"
"I am eating them." Richard says, taking some of the carrots and eating them, fighting the shudder that washes over them, Will caught it.
"See, you don't like them either." Will says as Richard laughs.
"You're right, but I still eat them. Finish your soup and then you can get down." He says, turning to Miles.
"Mom, I'm through." Rj says, showing her, his bowl.
"Put it in the sink then you can go to watch TV." Cassie says.
"Yes ma'am." He says, pushing his chair back.
"Hurry up Will and you can watch TV before bedtime." Cassie says, looking at Will. He's picking at the carrots.
"Just eat them."
"I don't like carrots."
"You're not getting down until you eat them." Cassie says, as Richard turns to Miles.
"If you're finished we can go into my office and look over the speech."
"That's fine." He says, standing up. "Thank you for dinner Cassie."
"You're welcome." She says, as she gets up. Gathering up, the dishes and her own, she goes into the kitchen.
Jeffrey walks downstairs after taking a shower. Sam's in the kitchen with music playing as she's making dinner. Standing against one wall, he watches her. She's humming to herself while she's stirring the stew and softly she begins singing. "With all my love I promise. With all of me I'll love you. This feeling that I've got, just grows and grows. I can't stop this wanting you. I can't stop my needing you. No more than I can stop, the wind that blows. Ah But I'll hold to your sweet loving. Long as we both have this feeling. I'll love you everyway I know that's good. Let's walk through this house we live in, to the room we always love in and let's love each other while the feeling's good…"
Walking up behind her, he slips his arms around her, lightly kissing the side of her neck. "Is the feeling still good?"
Turning her head, she looks at him and then smiles. "I think you know the answer that question."
"Yes, I do. But a man likes to hear….
"What?"
"That his wife can't stand to be without him and that she wants him for all eternity, among other things." He says, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"You know I feel all that and so much more." She says, turning away from the stove.
He slips his arms around her. "Do you want to eat or should we skip…?"
"We're eating because I'm hungry. I didn't have time to eat this afternoon."
"Sam."
"I had patients."
"Skipping meals is…."
"I don't want a lecture right now." She says, pulling away from him
He tightens his hold. "Alright, we'll eat and then after we eat. You are going upstairs. You're going to take a hot bath and then we'll find something to do."
"I'm sure we will."
"Mrs. O'Neill, I have no idea what you're thinking."
"You're thinking the exact same thing you were thinking when you asked the first question." She says, turning to the stove as he releases her.
"How did things go today?" He asks, leaning against the cabinet.
"Fine, I saw a few patients and made notes in a few files."
"Did anyone come to see you?" He asks, as she looks at him.
"Are you asking me if Megan came to see me?"
"Well…."
"She came by and we talked. She told me about talking to you after I left and she apologized for judging you."
"She apologized, really."
"Why does that surprise you?"
"Because she seemed so adamant about how she felt, I was a little surprised when she wanted to know what was going on."
"That comes from being an only child for so long. You'll learn that things are different with brothers and sisters."
"Really." He says, looking at her.
"Yes." She says, as she pulls out a bowl."
"I'm not that hungry." He says, teasing her.
"Go, I'm not through cooking." She says, reaching for the corn meal. He reaches over her head and gets it for her. "Thank you, but I could've gotten it."
"I know." He says. "Did you check the mail before you came up?"
"No, I forgot." She says, looking at him.
"I'll go get it." He says, walking over to the door.
"You might want to put some shoes on. I know you're a tough he-man and all, but…." He turns to look at her and she smiles.
"Sarcasm…."
"…is something I'm very good at." She says, grinning at him.
"Among other things." He says, leaning over to kiss her. Reaching up, she wraps her arms around his neck as he pulls her to him. He finally pulls away. "You're not going to that." He says, taking a deep breath.
"Do what?"
"Distract me, and not eat." He says, reaching for her hands.
"I'm distracting you. You kissed me." She says.
"Yeah, I did. You need to eat." He says, stepping back.
She looks at for a moment. "Alright, it's almost done, but you have time to watch the scores and I'll be there with you in a few minutes."
"Why do you think I always want to watch the scores? It's not baseball season."
"And as much as you like to make me believe you don't care about scores for football, you love rubbing it in when Atlanta gets beat."
"Well, at least you're admitting that Atlanta will get beat." He says, as she turns to him.
"Atlanta…."
"Atlanta will never make…."
She looks at him. "You know what we were doing just a little bit ago." She asks, as he nods. "And what we'll probably do later."
"Yes."
"That probably won't happen if you keep talking about Atlanta."
"But you…."
"Keep dissing Atlanta and it won't happen." She says, as he smiles.
"I'll go watch the scores and I'll be sure to let you know about Atlanta." He says, as she reaches for the towel. "Oh by the way, Noah called this afternoon."
She looks up. "He called."
"Yes."
"What, what did the director say?"
"He agreed to send an agent to guard you, but things have changed a little bit."
"Changed how?"
"They're sending a different agent." He says, walking over to her.
"Is it…?"
"No, it's not Shelly. I wouldn't let that happen. But the agent that we were going to bring in, is on assignment right now so they are sending one of the male agents."
"A male agent, you're okay with that." She asks, as he looks at her.
"I am very okay with that. Do you know why?"
"Don't say it's because you think a man's better. You say that and…."
"I know better than to say that. While I'm sure the couch is comfortable, I rather like sleeping in our bed with you and him. No, I was going to say I'm okay with it because I know I have you and I know that I can trust you."
"Who are they sending?"
"A younger agent, Julien Palmer."
'What's his background?"
"He worked in the private sector until 911 and then he joined the military. He was fast tracked through basic and officers training and has some of the highest scores in seals training."
"And you're okay with him being a man?"
"I am fine with it. Rosemary would've been a good agent but she's on assignment."
"When is he coming?"
"I would think he would be here tomorrow or the next day."
"So I have one more day of staying here." She says.
"What's wrong?"
"I really need to go to the hospital. I need to arrange things for Blake and take over that case. I put Holly off, but I need to go."
"Alright, you have a doctor's appointment coming up."
"Ummm, actually it's tomorrow." She says.
"Then I will come and pick you up. We'll go see Dr. Sedgwick and then after we're finished with that you can go take care of Blake and then I'll bring you back to the house."
"You've got things you need to do."
"City Hall can survive without me for a few hours. But most likely, Agent Palmer will be here by then. I'm still going to your appointment."
"Alright, thank you."
"We're only doing this to keep both of you safe."
"I know that."
"Good, should you check whatever you're cooking?"
"Oh, shoot." She says, reaching for a pot holder and opens the oven and pulls out the cornbread. He stands back, watching her. Well, it's not a complete lost." She says, taking the bread out of the pan.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Can I ask who you were singing when I came downstairs." He asks, as she serves them both a bowl of stew and cornbread. He takes his, following her to the table.
"Wayne Newton." She says as they sit down to eat.
Julie walks into her mom's house. "Mom." She calls.
"I'm upstairs." She calls, as Julie puts her purse down on the table and walks to the stairs. Going upstairs, she finds her mom in her bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Julie asks, looking around the room.
"Just rearranging some things, what are you doing here?"
"I'm on my lunch and I thought I would drop by."
'What do you want?" Maggie asks, stopping to look at her.
"Nothing."
"Julie, you rarely call and even more, is you stopping by, so what do you want?"
"Ummm, I'm going out of town this weekend."
"Okay."
"I'm going to Chicago."
"And you want me to watch the kids. I have no problem doing that."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure."
"Alright, I thought maybe you would fight me."
'Why would I fight you?"
"Ummm, because I'm not going by myself." Julie says, looking down.
"Jacob is going with you."
"Yes. I'm meeting with Marciano. We're signing the papers for the sale of the condo and Jacob is going to help me pick up the rest of our stuff."
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised that Marciano let you go so easily."
"This wasn't easy."
"You know what I mean. I thought he would fight you more."
"I don't know." Julie says, picking her way over to her mom's bed. "Maybe he realizes that this is the right thing for both of us."
"Or maybe, he's biding his time. Anyway I'm glad Jacob is going with you. You two are getting…."
"We are friends Mom."
"Yes. But you only have a few more weeks and the divorce is final. What happens after that?" Maggie asks, watching her.
"I don't know." Julie says, looking away.
"Well, whatever happens you're due to be happy."
"Well, I've got to get back. My lunch is almost over."
"Alright, what time will you bring the kids?"
"I'll bring them after I get off."
"I'll be here."
"I'll see you then." Maggie says, as they hug and then Julie walks out of the room.
When she gets downstairs, she picks up her coat. On the table, beside her coat is a pile of mail. Lying on top is an envelope with Richard's name on it. Laying her coat, down, she picks up the envelope. Reading the address, she surprised to see her mother's address on the envelope. Reaching for a knife, she slips inside and opens the envelope. She pulls out an invitation to Richard's announcement the next evening.
Laying her coat on the table, she takes the stairs two at time. Maggie looks up as she walks into the room. "I thought you were leaving." She says, looking at her.
"What's this?" Julie demands.
"What is what?" Maggie asks, looking at the open invitation in her hand. "It looks like a piece of mail."
"It's an invitation to Richard's announcement that he's running for mayor."
"Really, let me see." Maggie says, taking the envelope from her."
"Mom!" Julie says, as Maggie looks up. "Why would Richard send you an invitation to this announcement he's making and how would he know where to send it. He's never met you."
"Actually, he has." Maggie says, putting the invitation back into the envelope.
"What, what do you mean he's met you. How has he met you?"
"He came by the house the night you had lunch with him and his wife Cassie. He wanted to talk to you, but he couldn't find you."
"He was here, in this house, with you and you talked to him?"
"Yes."
"Why would you do that? You know how I feel. He's not a part of my life."
"Maybe he should be, have you considered that." Maggie says, going back to work as Julie stares at her. Finally, Maggie looks up. "Don't look at me like that."
"He's not a part of my life. Because of him, Matt is dead."
"It wasn't because of him that Matt is dead. Matt was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He happens to be Richard's brother, but you can't blame that on Richard."
"Matt was a target because that woman wanted Richard dead. Matt died…."
"Matt's accident was planned, that true. But Richard didn't plan it. He was a victim as much…."
"Do not say he was a victim as much as Matt was."
"He lost five years of his life."
"He got his life back. What did Matt get? He gets to raise his children. He gets to come home to his wife and his sons. What did Matt get? What did I get? What did our children get?"
"What happened to Matt was a tragedy? It was horrible and it shouldn't've happened, but Richard is not to blame for it happening."
"Matt was killed because he was mistaken for being Richard. I saw that Richard has a lot of blame in this."
"You're wrong."
"How many times have you seen him?"
"A few."
"A few?"
"Alright, I've only seen him a couple times, once at his house and once at his office along with the night that he and Cassie came here."
"You're not seeing him again."
"You don't tell me, who I can see and can't, young lady. Oh and by the way, I gave him a couple of boxes of stuff that was left in the attic." Maggie says, looking at her.
"What stuff that was left here?"
"Boxes from Madeline's house, you brought over here after their funerals."
"That was, it was none of his business….."
"She was his mother. He has every right to know who she was and who Matt was. And he has every right to know his niece and nephews."
Julie takes a step closer to her. "You will never take them to see him. They will never know he exists. Do you understand?" Maggie looks at her. "Never, do you understand?" Julie says, before she turns and walks out.
He looks up when she came out of the bathroom. She is wearing a dark blue nightgown, made of satin. It falls slightly above her knees. She walks over to the bed. William puts the magazine he was reading on the night stand beside him, while he watches her. She pulls the covers back and lies down beside him, snuggling in beside him. He turns to her as he lifts his arm. She looks up and smiles before she presses her lips against his chest and he feels sparks of electricity flash down his spine, settling in the pit of his stomach.
Tightening his hold on her he pressed her mouth closer. He sighs when she pulls away, glancing up she smiles when he shifts under her. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close. He watches her for a moment before he leans up, kissing her as she sighs softly, putting her arms around his waist. He tightens his hold as he slips his hand under her shirt, gently caressing her back. Sighing as she melts against him, pressing her body against his, as she wraps her arms around his waist. She clings to him. She want to become apart of him. After several minutes they part, each gasping for air.
He stares into her eyes, as he reaches for the hem of her nightgown. Reaching up, she slowly opened the first button on his shirt, watching him as she purposefully works each button open. She never once touches his skin. But they each feel sparks flowing between them. After a few seconds, he can't hold back. Reaching for her, he pulls her against him again. Kissing her, he sucks every sigh from her as she moves on to his pants.
He feels the button pop as she unfastens it. He shifts his hips slightly trying to relieve some of the pent up passion that he is barely holding in check. Tugging slowly, careful to not hurt him she unzips the pants and then settles her hands along his waist. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her. Shifting again, he tries to make her move her hands.
"Ava?" He gasps, as he breathes deeply with his eyes closed and she smiles
Reaching for her waist, he pulls her to him again clasping the gown he slowly pulls it up her body as she leans up and kisses him again. After a couple seconds, he breaks the kiss. Laying back he glances down, watching as he reveals her body to him.
The moment he realizes that she has nothing on beneath the gown snaps his control. Reaching up she clasped his hands and whispered. "We have all night."
"I need you now." He replies, shifting his hips again. Trying and failing completely to relieve the desire rushing over him, firing the blood rushing though him.
Watching him, she realizes how desperate he is. She slips her hands into his pants, pushing steadily until she has them past his hips. Lifting his hips, he reaches down, helping her as she pulls them off as he sighs with momentary relief. She reaches for him. A desperate desire to push him over the edge presses in on her. He feels his reaction. His erection swelling even more from the pressure of her fingers surrounding him. "Ava, please. I want to feel…" He doesn't finish as she releases him. Reaching for her negligee she pulls it over her head. He gasps from him as she reveals her body to him.
Reaching for her, he slowly moves his hands over her. And he quickly realizes she isn't as patient she was. Pushing her back, he reaches for her breasts. Gently he caresses her, tugging on her nipples with gentle fingers. He looks up. "I want to make love with you."
And I want to make love with you too."
Leaning over her, he surrounds her. The desperation changes the closer they come to become on. And he realize that what he really wants is to bury his body inside hers, joining their bodies as only God meant for a man and woman to be joined together. He moves over her, settling his body over hers. She stares up at him, her hands cling to him. She caresses every part of his body with her eyes, before settling on his hips. For a moment, she watches him respond and hot satisfaction rushes through her as he leans forward.
"You make me ache for you." He whispers, as he gently kisses her neck, nibbling as she reaches up. She pulls him against her
She feels heat sear through her as he slips into her. She arches against him and he moves. "William" She cries, as he smiles. He settles into a steady rhythm "You're killing me." She says, as he takes her breast. He matches the rhythm of his driving hips. She has one hand buried in his hair the other clasping his waist as he moved against her. He feels the heat building within them both. Settling back, he stops as she cries out. "William, please don't stop. Please." She begs, rolling her hips against his.
That breaks his controls, waves of rejoicing pleasure rolls through her as he slowly thrusts deep. She arches her back trying to speed him along, but the more she tries to hurry the slower he moves until she finally gives in. Her acceptance drives him over the edge. He can't control his need anymore. He thrusts into her in a hard but steady rhythm, pushing each of them to a higher plane of ecstasy. Arching her back and hips she takes him deeper with each thrust, her body holding tightly to his, as she pulls him to her. She needs to feel the weight of his body against her. She needs to feel the heat as it builds between them.
She wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly as he moves with her adding her strength to every rolling thrust. He feels her hot breath wash over his chest with each thrust. It's not long before he feels her body tighten against him, clinging to him as he pulls back and thrust deep. Without warning he stops. "No" She cries, glancing up and begging him to continue. He can't resist her.
Moving again, he knew the moment she's taken all that it can. He settles against her unmoving. She clings to him as she arches her back and cries out. "Yes"
"Ava!" He groans, as he thrusts over and over. His desperate need makes him crazy, pushing them both higher and higher still.
"William!" She cries, as she holds on tightly.
Their hips collide once again for the final time, as they both release sighs of ecstasy.
Rolling to his side, he lays beside her, each gasping for breathe. She wraps her arms weakly across his back and feels his hot breath caress her skin and the heat ignite again. She pushes against him until he rolls them both over. Setting on top of him now, she moves frantically against him. He rests his hands against her hips. After a moment, he touches her, first her breast and then her stomach. He feels her rapid breathing, and let his hand settle there for a few moments, forcing her movements to connect to the rhythm of her breathing, arching his back she sinks deeper, closing him deeper within her body as her hips cling instinctively to his. Moving his hand, she feels his finger against her, rubbing and caressing it. Driving them both higher and higher, they both knew the instant they reached the final pentacle. "William!" She cries, as she feels her release cling to his. She feels his passion fill her again. When the final shudder flows from her body she clings to him. He wraps his arms around her, holding her until they both relax again.
"I love you." He says, kissing the top of her head. Moving off him, she settles against him with her arm lying casually across his waist. With one leg intertwined with his and her head resting on his shoulder as they fall into a satisfied sleep.