I Love Thee
The house was unusually quiet as he made his way upstairs, wondering where she was. She was sleeping soundly... on her stomach, her nude body partially covered by the sheet... the length of her back exposed. Her butt was covered, one small foot sticking out from under the sheet, a hand fisted under her chin.
He smiled at the sight and quietly, so as not to disturb her, kept his eyes on her as he stripped and then slid into bed beside her. She stirred in her sleep when he turned on his side so he could spoon behind her.
"Hello, sleepy head," he whispered, dropping kisses on her neck, his arms enfolding her, his hands automatically cupping her breasts.
"You're home early," she murmured still half asleep.
"I'm right on time," he told her, inhaling the sweet smell of her, his thumbs seeking her nipples, feeling them tighten as he teased them erect.
"You feel okay?" he asked, his breath warm on her neck.
"Not like you to nap this late in the day," he mused as one hand traveled south... to desire.
"What time is it?" she asked, arching her head back into his shoulder so his lips could nibble on her throat.
"Seven," he murmured.
"Seven? I overslept," she groaned. "Let me up. I'll make dinner."
"I'll order pizza."
"Good," she sighed, relaxing again and snuggled into his embrace.
"What's wrong, bambina?" his voice a murmur as his arms tightened around her.
"I think it's something," he said, his tone tender... caring. "Talk to me, baby."
"Missed you, today."
"I missed you, too. Tell me."
"Missed you," she repeated, her body turning... curving into his, burying her face in his chest.
"That's why you took a nap?" he asked softly, his large hand cupping the back of her head, his lips moving to her temple, dropping kisses. </P>
"Tell me the rest."
"There's nothing else to tell. I missed you... wanted you..."
"What did you miss, cara mia?" his words a low rumble against her ear. "What did you need?"
"Your arms," she admitted, lifting her head to look at him, her eyes unexpectedly filling."
"Baby," he moaned, holding her tighter. "I'm here, dolcezza. I'm here. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. It's yours."
"I want you to tell me you love me... I want your hands on me... spank me... spank me sweetly... tell me how much you love me."
"How much I love you? How do I love you? Ti voglio, bambina. I love you. I love you. Shall I count the ways?"
"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being an ideal Grace."
Cupping her face, his thumbs rubbed the silky skin below her eyes as his darkened with the passion he always felt for her. Reaching behind her neck, his fingers stroked the back of her head before retracing the line of her jaw and moving to her throat.
"I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light."
Dipping his head, he kissed the hollow there, sucked it gently and returned to her mouth. Her lips parted as his tongue begged entrance; she suckled his offering before he consumed her to explore the sweetness of her mouth.
"I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;"
Leaving his breath in her mouth, his tongue licked her lips back and forth till she breathed into his mouth... and then his hands moved to her breasts. His palms fondled the soft full flesh, adoring her with his hands before his mouth followed suit, her nipples taut, erect, and aching.
"I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
Capturing each nipple in turn, his lips and then his teeth grazed each one until she begged him for more, licking and suckling gently while her breathing raced... then calmed. Burying his head between the silk of her breasts, he squeezed them against his face while he licked the erogenous zone he knew was there.
"I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs,"
His hands gentled her as his fingers tiptoed down her bare sides, his palms lingering on her hips, his lips rubbing the silk of her belly. His tongue teased the rim of her tummy button, then dipped inside, tickling her unexpectedly and his heart was suddenly full, hearing her soft laughter.
"and with my childhood's faith."
Turning her, he laid her across his lap, his palms following the curve of her hips... the fullness of each cheek... arms hugging her closer to his body. His hand came down... the contact warm... loving... his palm lingering with each spank, rubbing... kneading... spanking... skin on skin, reaffirming vows, fulfilling promises, making new ones. Her body arched in response, pinked by his attention, heat rising... ebbing... rising again, her soft sweet sounds filling his heart... his heart overflowing. By the time he had appeased her need, he was thick with desire and eager to thrust into her heated body.
"I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,"
Laying her on her back, his mouth sought the liquid silk of her inner thighs. She melted from his loving, the richness of his Texas drawl filling her as he recited the poet's words. Briefly, he rested his chin on her silky mound, then his lips pressed against her curls, making promises she knew he'd fulfill.
"I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!"
With the tip of his tongue, he flicked the pearl of her sex, then sucked it gently between his lips. At her first soft sigh, he scraped it with his teeth, then rained kisses on her parted petal lips. Pausing briefly, he inhaled her woman's scent, then dipped his tongue further into her core, tasting the sweetness she offered, then swallowed, savoring every drop.
"and, if God choose"
Their joining reaffirmed their vows... a man and a woman lost in their love for each other, performing an aged-old rhythm... a ritual of necessity and desire. Filling her body with his, his arms embraced her, and she accepted all he had to give, returning the gift with her body and her heart. Their unions were always good... this one was ecstasy.
"I shall but love thee better after death."
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