A Lover To Him

Chapter Forty-nine, Chemistry

"Hello, my love," Caine says, hugging me from behind after he's finished cleaning up after dinner. A smile grows on my lips as I grab his hands and pull him closer. I enjoy his warmth against my cold back. I'm always cold in the winter, even with five layers of clothing on. It doesn't really matter what I wear, I always end up feeling cold. My feet and hands are almost always frozen, and I even tend to walk around with a scarf all day because it keeps me a little bit warmer. 

"Hello back," I whisper, turning around in his arms. He gives me a small smile as his hand puts the loose strands of my hair behind my hair. He takes a second to look at my lips before capturing them with his. We might have kissed over a thousand times by now, but I will never get enough of the feeling I get when his lips touch mine. They still connect like they were meant for each other, and they still make sure that shivers run down my spine. 

It's almost a miracle how someone's touch can still make you feel how you felt the first time ever experiencing it after all this time. Somehow, it's something you never get used to, and on the other hand, you do. I don't think any science can explain how that kind of chemistry between people works, as it's incomprehensible. 

His lips find my neck, leaving a mark of fire as the kisses travel down towards the round neck of my sweater. I can feel the fire between us starting to burn, and I can feel the change in the atmosphere around us. I can't even remember the last time we let ourselves be one together. I can't remember the last time we made love to each other. 

Suddenly, my hands get the itch to touch him. I want to touch every single part of me as if it's the last time I'll ever be able to touch it. It almost seems like if I don't touch him right now, he'll disappear into thin air. My hands grab his arms firmly as I let out a moan. 

His hands move under my sweater and shirt towards my bra. His hands cup my breasts, and they seem to fit perfectly into his hands. He moves his kisses over my throat to the other side of my neck as he starts to touch my breasts. He massages my breast roughly, making me hold down another moan as he licks the area beneath my jaw. He finds my nipple, pinching it harshly to make me let out a soft moan. His lips let go of my neck, and he looks at me with his beautiful eyes. They hold a glint of desire in them, but they also hold a question. I nod as an answer, knowing I need to find this release with him. He kisses my lips again, this time with more dominance and even more roughly. Secretly, I love the dominance he uses. 

He leads us to the couch, letting go of me before pushing me into the soft cushions. He removes his shirt, showing me his ripped stomach. I can't seem to figure out if he's been working out a lot more lately or if it was just too long ago since I saw it. Anyway, the view doesn't have me complaining in any way. I give him a small smile as I nudge him to come over. 

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" He whispers softly, the softness and love evident in the gaze he shoots me. He's genuinely worried. Who would have thought that we would end like this? I would have laughed my ass off if someone told me this six and a half years ago, but here we are, looking at each other with desire and love. 

"I need it, Caine. I need you to give it to me. I can't even remember the last time we made love to each other, and I need to remember it again." I say, my arousal growing as I take another look at the man in front of me. 

"Oh, you will remember it, my love. I'll make sure of it." He says, the dominance radiating off his body. He moves towards me, smirking at me before he pins me down and kisses me with the dominance I fell for. He holds my hands above, disallowing me to touch him. I moan against his mouth, feeling his cock grow against my leggings. 

His hands move to the hem of my sweater and shirt and he pulls them off in one easy move. He reaches for my leggings next, taking them off slowly. Suddenly, the cold doesn't bother me even more, I don't even realize it. He stands up to undress further and removes his pants and boxer.