Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
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When Thomas awoke he found that Desai was not in bed with him. He looked at the clock, 4:30 am. Why? He moved to pull on a pair of lounge pants then went in search of his wife. Had she become ill? Was one of the children ill?
As he opened the door to her bedroom he saw her lying there in her bed, he wondered again why she was here. Then looking at the two cribs he understood; she had more than likely heard one of the children.
He just stood there watching her breathe. Was she awake? His dick was standing straight up against his belly so hard it was painful. He needed her and not just for sex. Locking the door he walked over to the bed as he continued to watch her as she slept, a sense of contentment deep in his soul. Her skin was luminous in the night light, her hair the color of ebony in the near darkness, although he knew it was more a burnished brown with gold and red highlights.
She looked angelic lying there. Oh, how he wanted to undress her. Push those straps off her shoulders. The passion they had shared ... he wanted that back.
He felt an inspiration he hadn't felt in his life when he regarded her so closely. She didn't seem real, lying there, yet he knew her love was real, her partnership all of it, everything he could wish for was as real as he was.
He lay down behind her propped up on his elbow.
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He could lie here watching her for hours, then leisurely wake her, coax her to awareness and make love to her. If he could, he would stay in this place with her forever, but life had other plans, he knew. Responsibilities and duties would remain at bay for only so long.
Quietly he lifted his hand to caress her face, his thumb barely stroking over the smooth skin of her temple. He let out a breath. He loved that spot, soft and vulnerable, and would press his lips there when she woke. He threaded his fingers through her hair, his thumb gently stroking the outside edge of her shell-like ear.
He knew she was awake. He smiled as he brushed his thumb across the tips of her eyelashes, then tangled his hand farther into her hair and moved closer. He felt her answer him as she smiled when he pressed his lips against her mouth, his tongue just barely touching the seam of her lips. Slowly, he tasted the edges of her mouth, light flicks of his tongue coaxing her mouth to soften, ready for his kiss. Her full lower lip parted with a soft breath and he gently took it between both of his, grazing his tongue over its smooth interior, drawing it into his mouth.
