10 Chapter 10: From This Day Forward

Seeing the love shining from his eyes she wondered how she could ever have doubted him, but his fingers moved into her hair and chased away all thought. As he leaned in, she closed her eyes, and yielding her lips to his she pressed her body urgently against him. Two long years of bottled-up aching need surged through their kiss. Their mouths crushed together, their tongues cavorted, and their muffled utterances of joy filled the room. As he desperately yanked his jacket from her shoulders she tugged at his shirt, popping the buttons. Abruptly breaking the kiss, he paused, staring down at her, then sweeping her up he hurried her to the bed, and laying her down he fell on top of her, pinning her wrists on either side of her head.

"Oliver...your chest..." she muttered, staring at his tattoo.

"I had to, for a job. What do you think?"

"You must be the only British gentleman who's been inked, and damn this thing is sexy."

"Look at me."

As she lifted her gaze he knew the moment would stay with him forever. He'd lost her, the only woman he'd ever truly loved, and after battling the odds he'd not only found her, but had managed to rescue her from the clutches of an iniquitous psychopath.

"Oliver, I can't believe I'm here with you like this," she breathed. "Is it real? I've missed you so much."

A tear slipped from the side of her left eye, and leaning down he kissed the salty droplet, then looked back at her.

"From this day forward I'll kiss away all your tears, I'll spank your gorgeous ass, I'll make love to your beautiful body, and I'll cook us delicious dinners. Is that real enough for you?"

"I don't know what to say."

"Say you want the same thing."

"You know I do."

"Tell me."

"I want you to kiss away my tears, spank me and make love to me, and cook us wonderful meals."

A smile crossed his lips, and kissing her softly, he sent his mouth to whisper in her ear.

"Leave your arms exactly where they are."

As he released her wrists he heard her quick intake of breath. Her love of his dominant control hadn't changed, and a rush of energy blazed through his loins. Climbing from the bed he quickly removed the last of his clothing, and opening the drawer of the nightstand he grabbed a condom, ripped open the package and slid it into place.

Natalie's heart pumped so hard she thought it would explode from her chest. She could feel the slick wetness between her legs, and as he stretched out beside her and began roaming his hands across her body, she ached to hold him.

"Please can I move my arms?" she bleated. "Please, I want to so badly."

"I have missed your begging," he murmured, and dropping his lips to her breasts he languidly lapped at her nipples, then drew them into his mouth.

The divine bliss of his unspoken denial had sent a fresh wave of moisture through her sex, and as he hungrily sucked she heard herself pleading for his cock.

Moving his hand between her legs he found her wondrously wet. Though he wanted to take his time and luxuriate in their long-awaited reunion, a desperate need pulsed through his body. Moving on top of her he held his swollen manhood in place, and as she raised her knees he pushed himself home. Her cry of elation fed his soul, and gripping her wrists he began to pump with slow, strong strokes.

Crying out with each thrust she squirmed in his hold, not trying to free herself, but wanting to feel his control.

"You need me to fuck you hard?"

"I do, I need..."

Before she could finish his lips were on hers in a rabid kiss, releasing her wrists and sinking on top of her. As his tongue explored her mouth he began to accelerate, pounding his cock and crushing her mouth. Abruptly he paused.

"Oliver...what is it?"

"I'm already close," he breathed. "You feel too fucking good."

"May I move my arms?"

"Yes, yes, move them around me."

"I'm close too, so close," she said, circling his neck.

Softly kissing her, he lightly touched his tongue against the underside of her top lip, but the respite only lasted a moment. His cock demanded he move. Resuming his fervent thrusts, sparking energy streamed through him, his climax loomed, and just as he readied himself to pause a second time, she let out an urgent plea.

"Oliver, I'm there. Please, may I?"

"Yes," he groaned, her anxious breathy begging sending him over the edge.

Arching her back and holding her breath, Natalie surrendered to the delicious spasms. Tumbling through the dizzying whitewash she could hear his deep groans. His fingers were suddenly underneath her, grasping her bottom, heavy on top of her, but as his convulsions waned and he fell limp, he rolled off her body and wrapped her into his arms.

"Never again," he panted, "never, ever, ever again will we be separated."