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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They awoke just as they had slept, entwined. Desai arched against him as his fingers once again found her clit and began the slow sensual swirl. "Thomas," she breathed as she moved a leg over his hip to open herself to him. He took her motions as a green light and thrust two fingers inside her wet hot heat as he murmured in her ear, "I love you. I have to taste you but come for me, Desai. I want to feel you, hear you as you come for me."
And she did.
Her words were incoherent but her noises and sounds were like magic to his ears. He smiled when she hissed at the loss of his fingers but her moan of pleasure was all he needed to hear as his tongue slowly traced down from her neck to her breasts. Nipping and sucking leaving tiny love bites as he went.
Desai's rosy pink nipples were taut and her smooth golden flesh puckered with goosebumps as his mouth opened over one, not touching it, merely taunting her with the merest caress of his hot breath on her trembling skin.
Desai moaned, "Please, Thomas," as she arched upward urging his mouth closer to her achingly hard nipple and he willingly succumbed as he pressed his lips to the taut bud and began to suck greedily. His tongue swirled teased and lapped as he opened his mouth wider to accommodate even more of her breast which was accompanied by Desai's wanton moans. His hand slid up and cupped her other breast, pressing her nipple against his palm as he squeezed and kneaded it just like in his dreams. Oh, he always dreamed of her. She was his. And he would never get enough of her. Never!
He sucked one then the other never letting her skin grow cold as he made sure both breasts were thoroughly explored and well taken care of smiling as he felt Desai's hands clench at his shoulders and back pulling him closer. "We can't make love, baby. Not yet," he whispered as she slowly bucked against him. "But I can do this," he said as he looked into her eyes. Gently pulling her hands free he slid them up above her head and held both wrists in one hand as his other hand stroked down the underside of her arm - causing Desai to giggle softly - before whispering to her, "You have all the time in the world to touch me ... later ... love, I promise. But right now ... just let me worship you like the goddess you are ... let me taste you. Your King, Loki commands it."
She smiled as she said, "My King, Loki, do your worst." She also noticed he sounded almost desperate and she was after all dripping with need she panted as her teeth bit hard into her bottom lip. She didn't have to wonder at what he was going to do as her body of its own accord writhed in anticipation. "Please, my King," she whispered.
She groaned as he traced the outline of her belly button then kissed it now noticing that it had changed shape since giving birth ... it was now almost a heart. His tongue continued on its journey, slow and deliberate as his nose nuzzled her navel, he smiled at the moan that slipped from his wife's lips which caused a moan from him.
He kissed down over her abdomen with open mouth kisses across her scar inhaling her spicy scent as his nose slightly brushed against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "You are exquisite," he said as he looked up at her over the slight baby bump that was beginning to show.
