MISSING LINK

Chapter 7

I pulled the buttons from my blouse one by one until my naked belly was fully exposed. Link gazed seductively at my navel, then took a step closer to me and traced a delicate line upwards, stopping just beneath the deep part separating my swollen breasts.

"I'm weak, Link..." I whispered.

"Let me be your strength," he replied. He enveloped my shoulders and gently brushed the open, satin blouse from my shoulders, letting it slide gracefully down my back onto the floor.

The house was silent, except for the static sound of our passion. I was mad about him, and my desire for him grew. I leaned into his bare chest. His heartbeats matched mine. I raised my head to look at him. He lowered his, ran his fingers through my hair, and pressed his mouth against my forehead.

"This feeling won't go away, Misty." I held on to his wrists with slight resistance, still fighting my feelings.

"You won't regret this. I promise you," his conviction was strong as he continued to convince me of what we felt was okay. His need for me was fierce; I felt it burning through his skin; my need for it was beyond that.

The stifled bulge growing in his pants throbbed ruthlessly against my pubic bone. My head told me to push him away. My body fiercely rejected my head, and I cradled his perfectly square jawline in my hands, penetrating all of his fevered expression. He lowered his head again and brushed the tip of his nose delicately against mine. The natural, sweet air from his nostrils warmed my face. I inhaled it deep into my lungs; he lowered his head further, and our lips touched, lingered, teased, and swept over each other.

I closed my eyes and felt his wet tongue slide up my chin and glide seductively over my quivering lips. My breath hitched; at the same time, his tongue pierced my lips, and I opened with ease and let him in.

His kiss was evocative. The sweetest thing I've ever known He took full control, exploring my mouth, caressing my lips, grazing my teeth, and making love to my tongue. His passionate kiss extended all over my body. The way he held me in his arms and contoured my head, neck, and upper body to fit his mold swept me off my feet. I belonged to him that night. The sweetest part about it was that there was absolutely no sex. Link carried me to my room, placed me on my bed, and laid beside me all night, tracing my curves, whispering sweet nothings, and repeating it all over.

"No one has ever made me feel this way," I whispered while his head lay on my belly. "You think it's a French thing?" I joked.

He replied in his seamless French accent.

"It's a me and you thing," he murmured. "No one has ever made me feel this way before either."

I ran my fingers through his soft mound of hair and was surprised to hear his steady, deep breathing. He had fallen asleep. We had been so deliciously intimate, and there was no sex involved. It had to be a French thing... it was definitely a beautiful thing.

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As the morning sun filtered through the blinds, his soft lips gently brushed against mine. Though I was awake, I kept my eyes closed, attempting to maintain a steady breath and prevent my eyelids from fluttering.

"Misty?" He whispered.

I tried to make it seem as if it was his voice that had stirred me. "Mhmm..."

"How are you feeling?"

I opened my eyes to find him standing over me, his honey-brown eyes brimming with compassion.

Pushing myself into a sitting position, he offered his assistance, and we both settled on the edge of the bed.

Unable to resist, I whispered, "Like I want you to kiss me again," and he obliged. His lips met mine with tenderness, gentleness, and deep affection, captivating me entirely.

"Frenchie..." I crooned.

"Yes, mon amour?"

"What are you doing to me?"

"Always loving you," he replied.

He whispered in the mass of my hair, "Would I offend you if I told you that you are the most beautiful woman I have seen?" 

My eyes bounced over his magnificent frame. I could have never dreamed him.

"You could never offend me."

He looked at me thoughtfully. A boyish smile that said everything, with no words at all.

He made me cry like a soprano instrument. The way he made love to me on that first time was ...indelible.