Teach Me How To Love Again

Chapter Ten

Author's Note: You've waited long enough for this chapter and I do hope that it was worth it.

CHAPTER TEN

Jill was too lost in the haze of the moment to register his words.

Her trembling hands worked at the buttons on his shirt, sliding her fingers inside the fabric to make contact with his hot skin. He gripped her dress and pulled her hips closer to his, knowing that she'd be able to feel the months of pent up tension and pure need.

"Jill, let me take you upstairs and make love to you." He repeated before shrugging the open shirt off of his shoulders.

She studied him for a moment and then nodded. She stepped out of her shoes and in one fluid movement, he swept her up into his arms.

Joe lifted her up, one arm under the back of her knees, and the other around her waist, and carried her up the stairs. He pushed open the door with his foot and gently laid her down on the bed, stretching his body out on top of hers.

She was taken aback when he looked down at her with such tenderness in his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and he enveloped her lips in another passionate, slow kiss. As his tongue flicked against her he slid his hands down her abdomen and around her back, pulling her closer so that her chest was against his as his fingers desperately sought out a zipper successfully.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished in the feeling of his lips against her skin. His movements were slow and methodical, watching her reaction for a sign to continue.

He gently pushed the fabric over her shoulders, placing a kiss on either one and sliding the bodice down to reveal her bra.

God, she was so beautiful. All of the fantasies still didn't prepare him for how magnificent she looked sprawled across his bed with dark, lust filled eyes full of desire for him.

He ran his fingers down to her thighs, pushing the fabric
down with his hands as he went. She observed him visually drinking in each inch of intimate skin that was revealed as he gradually removed her dress. He tapped her thigh, an indication for her to lift her hips off of the bed, just enough for him to slide the dress over her hips.

Joe sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before him. Jill was wearing a matching bra and panties set that was trimmed at the top with intricate lace. He smiled down at her and placed a kiss on the fabric that covered her hip. Surprised by the action, she bucked her hips towards him.

His hands blazed a torturously slow path up her stomach and below her breasts, with stinging kisses following behind until he reached her lips again. She reached up, desperate to use her own hands to touch him, while his tongue hungrily explored her mouth.

As their tongues continued to fight for dominance, Jill's fingers found the buckle on his belt. She moaned against his lips when she palmed his erection, feeling his size truly for the first time, as he hardened under her hands. She was yearning finally to touch him and see him.

Before she could make another move, she felt his hands around her wrists. Gently, he pinned her wrists down on either side of the pillow, never tearing away from her.

She whined in protest, grinding her hips against his.

"Baby," she whimpered.

He pulled away from the kiss to smile at her.

"Soon," he told her. He wanted to make love to her and to show her how much he appreciated her body but after months of sexual tension and no real relief, he was afraid that his stamina wasn't going to allow that if she continued to touch him.