"What a day." I said, closing the door behind us and leaning on it. I felt exhilarated, nearly giddy.
"It's not even dinner time." Milos reminded me with one of his little smiles. He was right, it wasn't even six in the evening.
"I can't believe they're one. It all went so fast." I said, slipping my feet out of my heels.
"Speaking of that, I got you something to celebrate." Milos replied. He disappeared into our room for a moment and returned with a small square box. Our fingers brushed as I took the package. "To my beautiful wife, love of my life, mother of my wonderful children. Congratulations on surviving both the first year and the party to celebrate it."
I laughed at his quip while I opened the package. "Thank you. It's been much easier with you around. You've been incredible."
Inside a delicate silver bangle covered with filigree and studded with micro pave diamonds sparkled up at me. There were words etched on the inside of the band, 'Some people are worth melting for'.
"It felt right." Milos said quietly, brushing a fallen stand of hair from my face. "I haven't been able to get that line out of my head since we watched Frozen last month."
"Thank you." I breathed, slipping it on my wrist. "It's perfect."
Milos stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the subtle scent of his cologne. I laid my hands on his shoulders, feeling the breadth of them. He'd put on weight, he finally felt sturdy again. Strong. It was almost like coming home, feeling them under my hands. He was back, my Milos was back.
I looked up, into his eyes. He looked so serious, his gaze slowly moving from my lips to my eyes. One of his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. His breath was warm and close as we stood there for a moment, almost afraid move. His face moved closer to mine, our noses lightly brushed. Finally his mouth met mine, our first kiss since his departure over a year ago. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He tasted like orange juice and old memories.
"Thank you." Milos murmured, not pulling away.
"For what?" I asked, lightly kissing him again.
"For everything. For taking care me. For standing by me. For insisting I get help. For not running after finding out some of the horrible things I've done."
My arms wrapped around his neck, my hands ran through his hair. Our mouths met and crushed together, I couldn't get enough of him. I had to tell him.
"I love you, Milos. There was never another option for me. I would do anything help you, I love you."
His arms tightened around me until I could barely breathe. His mouth was on mine, his hands were suddenly in my hair, caressing my face.
"I don't deserve you." His whisper against my lips was hoarse. "I've never done anything worthy of your devotion. But I promise-"
"Stop." I interrupted, catching his face between my hands. "Milos, I love you. Without condition. You don't have to do anything to earn my love, you have it. Forever. I love you."
His arms moved back around my waist, holding me. His face buried into my neck. "Thank you. I love you. I can't tell you how happy you've made me, you've been the best part of my entire life."
"You don't have to tell me how happy I've made you." I said, kissing him again. "That's how happy you make me. Especially now that you're so much healthier."
"I have you to thank for that." Milos demurred, kissing me again. I hadn't even realized how much I had missed his lips on mine.
"Congratulations on passing all your tests today, by the way." I replied lightly.
"You have no idea how thankful I am for that." He murmured, his fingers sending a shiver through me as they slid down my back.
"I think I might." I replied with a smirk.
I watched as the realization swept over him. All the tight dresses, my sudden proclivity towards bending over desks, the show this morning in my lingerie.
"You did all of that on purpose. You little minx." His look of disbelief was quickly replaced by a wolfish grin as his hands grabbed my bottom and pulled me closer. "Does that mean I can have you any way I want?"
"You better. I want you. I need you." I murmured into his ear before nipping at his lobe with my teeth.
He shivered, dragging my mouth back to his. His hands tore at the tie on my dress, but he couldn't seem to unfasten it. Instead he walked me back against the door while I tugged at his belt buckle. It was rough, animalistic, raw. It was two people who thought they would never see the other again, finally reunited.
Milos' hands were under the hem of my dress, running up my thighs. I spread my legs wider as I finally managed to get the belt out of his pants. His fingers hooked the elastic on my tiny panties and literally tore them off.
I would have objected, I liked the lingerie set-But his hand was moving against me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Fire was rushing through me, desire and need for him right there, right then. I moaned low in my throat and started to pull helplessly at his shirt. His mouth trailed to my neck while one of his hands quickly unfastened the buttons on his shirt and the other moved against the most sensitive part of me.
I moaned his name, arching closer to him. He managed to get his shirt off while I clung to him, unable to do anything but moan. As I neared my peak I was vaguely aware of him kicking off his pants and shoes. His hand was suddenly gone, replaced by his body pressing me harder against the door. As Milos dragged his mouth back to mine, his hands firmly grabbed ahold of my bottom, lifting me up.
"Are you ready?" He asked huskily. I nodded frantically, I was desperate to have him inside me again.
"Yes, I need you." I managed to get out as his mouth descended on mine once more.
He lifted me up a little higher, then slowly lowered me onto his cock. "God you're better than I remembered."
It was incredible, the feeling of him stretching me. I threw back my head and moaned again, he took the opportunity to suck lightly on my throat. He was hard and deep within me, we were moving together like we'd never been separated. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, bringing him closer and closer with each incredible thrust.
One of my hands ran through his hair while the other clung to his shoulder. I could feel myself starting to tremble, I was getting so close again.
"I need you beneath me." Milos murmured, taking a step from the wall. He slowly bent, laying me on the floor in front of him.
"Any way you want me, I'm yours." I promised, my thighs still open for him.
Milos pulled the bow on my dress once more, and it finally fell open before him. His hungry eyes devoured me as he leaned forward, his body slowly entering mine again. I moaned loudly, I couldn't help the desire he made me feel.
"You're going to kill me, making noises like that." Milos groaned, starting to move his hips.
I moaned again. My hands reflexively reached for his shoulders, clutching them tightly. His pelvis was rubbing against me in just the right way, flames licked through me. Milos dropped his head, teasing one of my nipples through my lace bra with his teeth. The sensation was amazing, I arched harder into him.
He began thrusting harder into me, as if he could read my mind. It was incredible, there was nothing else in the world but the incredible feeling of him on my body, around me, inside me. He was overwhelming, all encompassing. His mouth moved back to mine, crushing my lips in a deep kiss.
It was all too much, just enough, perfect. I came, shouting, moaning, whispering his name. Milos was shaking above me, impossibly hard inside me, then he was coming, burying himself in me as he clung to me desperately.
"Give me ten minutes and I'll have you again." He muttered, nibbling on my ear.
"You think you can go again?" I teased. "A man of your age?"
His hands were moving over my body, touching me, teasing my skin. His eyes slowly roamed from the crown of my head, over my body, to the tips of my toes and back.
"After a year of celibacy? Absolutely. I should be sainted for resisting you these last few months." He growled, lifting me into his arms and walking towards the study.
"Where we going? The bedroom is the other way!" I laughed, clinging to him.
"I'm going to have you on the desk." He muttered back. "It's the least I can do since you seem to enjoy posing suggestively on it when I'm around."
He knocked open the door with one hand, then brought me over the desk and dropped me unceremoniously onto it. My dress was untied but still hanging on my shoulders, my body exposed before him.
"Perfect." Milos whispered, dropping to his knees in front of me and pulling me by the hips to the edge of the table.
He buried his face between my legs, mouth hot and enthusiastic. I could barely handle the intensity of the pleasure running through me, I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but he was licking me strong and hard and just the right way. I was trembling at each stroke of his tongue, moaning as he brought me closer and closer. I could feel it building inside me, something curling tighter and tighter. It was all encompassing, I tried to move my hips back but his hands were on me, pulling me closer. My entire body was rigid, shaking, desperate to come again.
Slowly he entered me with two fingers, rubbing in time with his tongue on my clit and I was gone, shouting his name, seeing stars, arching myself against his mouth as his tongue continued its onslaught on my body.
Suddenly Milos stood, his erection clearly visible between us. He dragged my face to mine for a deep kiss as he entered me hard and fast. I couldn't stop calling his name, the feeling of him was incredible. As he moved in and out of me he pulled my dress off my shoulders and started suckling on my neck. I moaned again, pulling him closer, raking my nails across his back. He unclasped my tiny bra, pulling it off of me and burying his face between my breasts.
His breathing was irregular, his body had a light sheen of sweat, he was already getting close. He was gripping my hip with one hand, his mouth was lavishing attention on my breasts, and his other hand moved between our bodies, gently rubbing circles around my feminine nub. I felt those familiar flames in me again, felt that familiar tightening sensation. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me with that gaze of his, those eyes I thought I would never see again. Desperately I clawed at his shoulders while wrapping my legs around him. I felt Milos start to come, his body slamming into mine and I couldn't hold back any more, I shouted his name as one last climax wracked my body while we clung to each other.
"I love you." Milos said sleepily as we tried to catch our breath, still holding on to one another desperately.
"I love you, too. Bed?" I finally managed to breathe.
He nodded. "I can't do that again, though."
"I'm not even sure I can move, and you did all the work." I muttered appreciatively.
He kissed me again. "I need to work on my stamina. What was that, a combined ten minutes?"
I laughed, running my hands through his hair. "You were perfect. Any more and I wouldn't be able to do anything but sleep."
He kissed me again, a long, deep kiss. "I love you."
"I love you." I said back.
He grinned at me wolfishly. "Say it again."
"You're greedy." I teased.
"Greedy?" He growled as he bent to kiss my neck. "I've been waiting more than a year to hear that you love me. Say it again."
His mouth latched on to the base of my neck, sucking. "What are we, in high school? Stop that! I love you! I love you!"
I was laughing, he was laughing. I still felt giddy. "Good. When did you realize?"
"I had known for a while, but I still had some reservations. The night you told me about everything that happened while you were gone, I realized you were never going to hurt me again. Then it was just waiting for you to get better." I said, slowly getting down from the desk.
Milos raised an eyebrow. "When did you first know?"
"Honestly?" He nodded slowly. I could feel a blush rising my cheeks. "The day you left."
His face slowly split into a massive grin. "Four days."
I rolled my eyes while I picked up my dress. "Yes, four days. You've always been terribly easy to love. I never stood a chance."
Suddenly there were strong arms around my waist and under my legs, lifting me into the air and spinning in circles with me. The room was a blur, it was an outburst of joy. I clung to him, one arm wrapping around his neck while the other rested over his heart. Then his lips were on mine, warm and tender. "You are better than my memory can recall or my fantasy could create, Petra Dvoracek."
"You always were my Prince Charming, my romantic hero. Though you're different now. Lighter, ironically not as tortured."
He laughed a little, nodding. "I'll take that as a compliment. You do love me, after all."
"Lucky for us, I do." I replied breezily as he carried me to our bedroom and laid us both on the bed.
"Lucky for us." He murmured back, pulling me tight to his chest. For a long moment we laid in the quiet, savoring the moment.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you! At the party Rafael told me he's dropping his custody suit."
Milos looked at me disbelievingly. "What? Why? What happened?"
"Apparently Jane the Venerable struck again. Told him he was hurting the girls by trying to keep me out of their lives."
"Do you believe him? Last month he was threatening to tell my former associates that I was alive. This month he just drops the suit?" He could not have sounded less convinced.
I shook my head. "I told you he was bluffing then, he's not a monster. Jane has a serious hold over him, I don't particularly understand it myself. But he would do anything for her, trust me."
Milos furrowed his eyebrows. "Isn't she married? I've met her husband twice, I think."
"Yes, she's married. I'm sure he still thinks he has a chance. She thought you were very funny at the party, by the way." I said casually, running a hand up and down his back.
He grinned facetiously. "I am very charming."
I scoffed. "Just try not to fall in love with her like everyone else."
Both of Milos' hands cupped my face, his mouth descended to mine. He kissed me deeply, his lips lingering sweetly. "I love you, Petra Dvoracek. No one will ever compare to you in my eyes. Especially not Jane. You are everything to me. You have been since the first time I heard you play."
I rolled him onto his back, kissing him again. He always did understand me. "Are you sure you can't handle one more time? I'd love to return the desk favor."
"Anything for you, my love." He assured me, grinning as he watched my head descend.
And he did manage again that night.