One and Only

Chapter Twenty-four

Thomas looked at her in the early morning light that was streaming through the curtains then moved to kiss her, "You, my dearest girl, are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on," he confessed to her in a murmur, brushing his lips against hers softly. "You could wear a hessian bag and I still wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you."

She hummed into his next kiss, leaning into him and cupping a hand around his neck. "Thank you," she said, and then reached out to caress his face.

"You are so perfect and I'm really trying not to fuck you senseless right now," he said gently caressing her belly.

She raised an eyebrow, the image of nerves vanishing for an instant as she realized how much he was affected by the sight of her and her by him. The flash of her familiar smile made him swallow a groan, and she leaned back into the bed hands supporting her as she pushed her chest slightly forward, an offering and tease at once.

"Well maybe you should stop trying," Desai suggested, beckoning him closer and who was he to refuse such an offer?

He kissed her hungrily then began to place open-mouthed kisses across her breasts and down to her navel, making her squirm impatiently as his beard scratched against the sides of her breasts the skin tender from growth. They both moaned as he caught one of her nipples in his mouth.

He fell into her touch, gripping her hips and shifting her higher up in the bed; lifting her up as gently as he could while his hands roamed her sides. She was warm and soft and absolutely perfect, and he couldn't get enough of her. He watched her back arch as she pressed herself up further towards him in an offering and a plea. His fingers found their place at her opposite breast; pinching tight enough against her nub to make her gasp and twist underneath him.

"Oh, fuck, Thomas," she breathed curling her hands into his hair.

"You've gotten even more sensitive, haven't you?" he asked in a murmur as he pressed a parting kiss between the valley of her breasts before he trailed down, hands bracing on either thigh as he coaxed her legs apart. "Fuck, but you are stunning, aren't you?"

Desai spread her legs wide for him, letting him slide between them, and was jolted at the first kiss to her inner thigh. The skin was sensitive his beard scratching in a way that was not unpleasant, moaning as his lips did wonderful and erotic things to her.

"There we are," he hummed, glancing up to meet her eyes with a flicker of mischief. "Look at how wet you are for me, darling."

"I told you," she inhaled sharply as one of his fingers dove between her lips, gathering the evidence of her arousal and bringing it to his mouth. Desai couldn't tear her eyes away as he tasted her, and he chuckled at the sight of the furious blush spreading across her cheeks and body.

"Forgive my greed, my dear. But it's been too long," he murmured, before delving back down to get a proper taste of her.

She arched with a gasp as he teased her, his tongue flickering around the base of her clit in slow but firm circles, the feeling of his beard coarse yet soft against her. One of his fingers slid inside her, and she groaned it wasn't enough, and Thomas knew it.

"Thomas, please," Desai sighed, hand tugging at his hair. He groaned at the pull, relenting and sliding another finger inside her. The stretch made her gasp, eyes falling shut to savor the feeling. "Oh, it's been so long!"

"You're perfect," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from her and rising to swallow her protesting groan with a kiss. His hands pulled at her hips, twisting them until they were on their sides; her back pressed firmly to him as he aligned himself at her entrance. Tom's lips trailed down the side of her neck, whispering Je t'aime pour toujours (I love you forever) into her ear as he pushed inside her.