Sands of Time - The Al-Hakim brothers - Javier and Amanda story - Completed

Chapter Eleven

Darkness fell around her pretending to sleep, if anyone checked up on her. The throbbing in her foot nearly gone, so she should be able to move on at first light, before anyone was awake. It was best, she kept telling herself, yet her heart ached. Ached to belong. Ached for familiar arms. Ached to be loved by one special man and that was all gone.

"Amanda?"

"No!" She wailed. She couldn't take it, having the covers pulled back and hair stroked as she buried her face into the pillow as sobs racked her body.

"Do not cry, sweets," Javier soothed, shifting onto the bed, gathering her against his lap, caressing her back, calming her down.

She shook her head, clutching at his lap with fingers. "I'm so sorry Javier. I think it is best, if you just left," she sighed, gathering herself together. This had to stop.

"I am not going anywhere Amanda. Move over," he ordered, kicking off his shoes, lifting the covers and settled at her side. He gathering her into his arms and cradled against him for the longest time. Until she calmed in his arms and smiled as she began stroking his chest, nuzzling his neck with her face. Breathing him in as he run his hands up and down her back, bringing forth a sound of pleasure from her. Lifting his hand, he tenderly brushed hair from her face. "You do not have to leave Amanda. I sorted it with Lisa and she is sorry, she lost it with you."

"I was stupid and idiotic," she mumbled against his skin. "I just keep stuffing up, making a mess of everything."

"Amanda that is not true," he said softly, kissing her cheek that warmed under his touch, making her heart race. Isn't it? She had lost him, hadn't she? Light fingers traced her chin and guided up to feel soft lips against hers at first that deepened, when he found no resistance. His fingers spread across her face, holding her to him, shifting to cover her with his body as they hungrily found each other.

Stripping clothes from their bodies, touching each other, exploring,  discovering,  savouring, as passion flowed through them, igniting those old familiar flames of need and want. "Amanda," he breathed against her lips as he cupped and fondled her breasts. Her arms went around his neck, arching, as he kissed her neck, and lowered, warm lips skimmed across her swollen flesh, hardened bud, taking her into his hot wet mouth, and suckled. 

She moaned with pleasure, running hands through his hair, moving under his hands that travelled down her body, guiding her legs around him then raised and hovered above her, brushing hair from her face. "Are you sure of this, my sweets?"

"Yes," she breathed. She needed this and him. He settled between her legs, holding her face in his hands as he kissed her, edging closer to her womanhood, pausing as she tensed slightly as he entered, placing kisses all over her face.

"I won't hurt you," he promised against her lips, then thrust his tongue in taste her as he caressed a hand over her hip, lifting her higher as he entered further slowly, gently as she clasped his shoulder with her hands. Gasping into his mouth, sliding her leg around him, urging him further, deeper. "Gently, my love," he whispered, pulling on her bottom lip, but she demanded more, arching as he filled her, fingers digging in.

He moved inside her with slow strokes, bringing her to a frenzy to have him holding her, meeting her demands, arching to thrust deeper and faster. She thrust under him, begging, legs clamping around him to let him raise on his hands and thrust deeper, closing his eyes. Savouring, surrendering to her, and filling her, bringing to a climax.

Her hands run down his chest as she clamped around him tightly, drawing him deeper, and deeper to shudder and spill inside her, and lower down to be surrounded by weak arms as he covered her with his slick, wet, body, breathing laboured as hers was as she smothered his face in kisses. His name on her lips.