Intimacy

Chapter Twenty One: Love

Her eyes peeled open and immediately locked onto the man beside her. A smile curled at the corners of her lips as she watched the beauty that was Larry Bourgeois sleep soundly. She bit her lower lip as she let her gaze roam over every line and curve of his face almost as if she was committing it to her memory. She moved towards him, fingertips grazing over the bare plane of his abdomen, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. The contrast between his mocha hued complexion and her pale one had her mesmerized.

"You're playing with fire, belle." His husky, sleep-laden accented voice purred sensually between them even as his eyes remained closed. The palm of her hand slid over his stomach, almost instantly setting his blood on fire. Her touch alone drove him wild. The feel of her skin against his never failing to seduce him no matter how small the touch was. How had he ever been with anyone else and not once experienced something as intimate as this? Larry reached up, brushing a few strands of braids behind her ear. It was then that he opened his eyes, gazing into the deep rich brown that he was hopelessly in love with.

"I like to play with fire." She teased, tracing patterns with a fingertip on the skin just below his navel, a deliciously wicked grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She shift, straddling his legs. When he moved to automatically grab her hips, she pressed a finger to his lips to stop him. "No touching this time, Lar. Just lay back and relax."

Amusement and surprise glittered in his eyes as he watched her slide down, disappearing beneath the sheets. He wanted to whip them off so he could watch her, but not being able to see what she was doing seemed to only add to the pleasure of it. His eyes practically rolled back in his head the instant he felt the hot silky lash of her tongue against him. Rapid fire French followed, ending on a groan when her lips wrapped around him. His arms shot out, desperate to hold onto something, but only encountered the sheets beneath him. Mon Dieu! She was driving him absolutely insane.

If Amanda was honest with herself, she rather enjoyed the taste of him. She liked knowing she had this sort of power over him, that she could make him crazy with desire for her. More rapid fire French reached her ears as she took as much of him into her mouth as she physically could, tongue swirling lazily.

"Cherie, if you don't stop-" His words were cut off temporarily as he lost his train of thought. What she was doing to him had to be illegal. He groaned loudly, ripping the sheet away from them. The sight of her with him buried in her mouth was nearly his undoing. His eyes closed, head tilting back as the erotic visual became seared in his brain. He wanted her to stop. He wanted to be inside of her as he let go, but the things she was doing with her mouth, with her tongue... Larry growled, pulling her up and away from him. He spun them around so quickly that he caught the flash of surprise on her face when she finally realized she was pinned beneath him.

"Oh, belle. You're in trouble now." He purred against her ear just as his knee slid between her legs to roughly nudge them apart. There was no warning when he slid himself deep inside of her in a single stroke that had them both crying out in unison. He felt her clench around him almost immediately. She fit him like a silken glove, wrapping around him so tight. Each stroke was hard velvet in heated silk. He wanted her a quivering mess beneath him, insane with the pleasure that he knew only he could bring her.

One of her hands practically clawed at the nape of his neck, the other holding on for dear life to his bicep. The sound of their bodies rocking in unison only adding fuel to the blaze that was burning fiercely between them.

"With me, Larry." She couldn't form a full sentence, her breath almost quite literally stolen from her with each lash of pleasure that whipped through her like lightning.

"Always, bebe." He replied, his own words a breathy whisper. He settled his forehead against hers for a moment, trying desperately to hold on but the grasp on his control was slipping. He wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer and by the feel of her so tight around him, neither was she.

Between one moment and the next, she tipped over the edge, falling head first into the abyss of release. He followed a split second behind her, burying himself as deep as he could physically go. He pressed a series of loving, tender kisses against her collar bone, murmuring softly in French against her skin.

"I love you so very much, bebe." His mouth trailed down, moving over her abdomen where their child was growing. His voice seemed to crack with the amount of emotions he felt in that moment, the surge of love he had for his wife. "More than you can imagine."

Amanda smiled, fingers weaving into his twists as he lay his head against her abdomen, staring up at her with such genuine affection and adoration that she could feel the pick of tears in her eyes. Damned hormones making her cry, but she caught the shimmer of them in his own gaze as he stared up at her. Okay, so maybe it wasn't just the hormones. Maybe what they felt for each other had only grown even stronger. The connection she once had with Laurent was nothing compared to this. Her fingers stroked over his temple.

"I love you more than anything, Larry." She stated, letting a single tear slip free. She was glad they had taken this time to spend together, just the two of them with no interruptions. Tonight they were heading back home, returning back to the lives they had left behind. "A part of me wished we could stay." She admitted, playing with the twists of his hair.

"I know, belle. I do too." The thought he had been entertaining of buying a place here was looking more appealing by the minute. He toyed thoughtfully with the engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand. He knew she had a doctors appointment when they returned. Maybe he would have Lau help him. Would he after he found out that they had secretly ran away for a few days to get married? Would he be happy and supportive or would he be pissed?