Chapter 14

The lights are off as day turns into the night whilst we lie naked in the bed, the room darkens as the sun goes to sleep, but the soft moonlight and city stars illuminate our space. This perfect place we"ve found ourselves in. And in an instant, our limbs tangle, and her body is pulled against mine ...my heat is given to her, brushing her hair from her face as I stare into her clear green eyes.

I softly bite my lip, my heart is racing, pounding in my chest. She takes me to the most wondrous of places. As her thumb runs over my lip, I don"t lick or suck, just feel the softness, my gaze rising to hers and in a moment, things just melt away. Moving into her arms is seamless. Gaps close effortlessly until my sex brushes her thigh and I feel the hot wetness of hers against my own thigh. I can"t explain the closeness, the intimacy. It"s overwhelming and yet at the same time, could never be too much.

I love you.

I nearly say ‘I love you', every part of me aches to voice the words in my head, but I choose to let the words linger unspoken.

I do love her. I know now that I have loved her for a while, perhaps even since the start. This is different, so very different and so much more than anything I have felt before.

My thumb stretches her lip down and I look at her neat white teeth and her gums, memorizing every part of her. I feel the wave of heat from her sex as she settles up against me, the slow tingle of my sex as I meet her soft touch. Fuck, she makes it so easy. She turns me on so quickly and makes me want to consume her. I dip my lips, still pulling hers down, and kiss her top lip and her exposed, perfectly white teeth. A soft, tender kiss only letting go of her bottom lip once we are joined so it completes the seal.

She smiles coyly, trying to play it cool. But she is beaming. The kind that makes her eyes sparkle, her cheeks blush. I"m happy, so happy. Kissing her back is like poetry. Our lips move together and against, tiny tastes are taken, touches given, my palms rise to her face and I trace her eyebrows, skim her eyelashes, her fine cheekbones, following her jaw as my nails run through her silky red hair. I want to touch every inch, every millimeter of her. Mine, I think to myself. All the time our bodies move too. Like magnets, closing gaps, skin brushing, teasing, toying.

Every movement is perfect harmony as we respond to the touch of the other all in the midst of perfect kisses that grow and explore and comfort. Our hands wrapped around the other"s body, my fingertips memorizing every bump on her back, the curves of her waist and hips. I lift her leg and direct her to wrap it around me. Those long legs drive me crazy. Fuck ...I could kiss her forever.

Her leg slides slowly up my outer thigh, her heel trailing up the back of my legs. Her pussy, pressed against my thigh, parts, and I feel her blossom. Her lips spread and her folds give me that first kiss of a wet touch. Just a hint . But I know the moment I touch her with my fingers, she will be dripping; that"s how she is every single time. My need to have her is overwhelming and as her leg settles, I pull her against me harder and she gives my lip a light nip of teeth.

I love the light nips. I love the sharp bites. I love it all. All of what she gives me. My hands graze against her back until I feel the thick-down comforter that rests on her hip. Grabbing it and pulling it high over her head and giving us our little private tent, I roll flat onto my back and bring her on top of me. From one side, the light struggles to shine through the duvet from outside the massive window. Thousands of twinkling lights and lives being lived just beyond the glass, but here, under these crisp white sheets, it's me and her. And as she settles on top of me and my arms wrap around her again, we fit perfectly together.

"Heaven," she murmurs.

Our tent. Our place. Words fail me for a minute. Dahlia is on top and straddling me—except it"s more being part of me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she kisses me again and again. Heat rises under the covers, our bodies responding to each other as that urgency starts to grow.

My fingertips never stop moving against her skin. My deep carnal need for the flesh is something that I always have. But Dahlia... Fuck. It is all the time. Her flesh is my food—and my animal is always hungry. I pull and tug at her body, feeling her stretch in the most intimate of places.

Her neediness erupts—this slow burn has pushed her to no control. Her hands slide down, nails raking my sides, and she catches my hands. She takes them and slides our hands upwards, above my head, fingers escaping the covers. And she rises up just a little, her nose brushing mine as she rocks against my body, sliding back and forth, her breasts swaying, catching against my chest as she holds my hands tight. I know she feels the quickening of my breath.

Her breasts sway dangerously close to my face and my chin tickles her delicate and perfect pink nipples—nipples that beg to be adored, to be licked, teased, nibbled.

I gladly let her take my arms as she pleases, but knowing that our neediness is taking over I push the comforter off and tilt my head to the right, barely able to let her breasts go for the moment, and look down the bed, past us, and see our reflection in the giant mirror. Her round ass is settled upon me, the darkness is between us but I can see that beautiful glisten on my thighs, she isn't even touching me, but I just know I'm close to orgasm. I look up at and meet her gaze and we both know the moment is coming. I motion with my eyes and a little flick of my chin for her to look back and watch; watch in the mirror that magical moment when we come together.

She knows what she wants, what she needs; her body tells her and she follows it without question. She releases my hands and her body settles back as she gives my lips one last deep kiss. And then she rises up and grinds against my pelvis and the city lights paint her skin. Flashes of amber, whites, yellows, and reds across her beautiful body. Her breasts sit heavily with her flushed, hard nipples.

It doesn"t matter how many times we have done this—each time is like the first when I"m with her.

But at the same time, we know each other's body so well now.

My fingers rake up her thighs, traveling up to her breasts and taking them in a full grip and seeing just how full they can be as I push them together. I look up at her as she edges us closer and closer.

"God. You are so. Fucking. Sexy."

You drive me completely insane.

She is exquisite.

I'm not the only one so deeply affected. Dahlia undulates her body against mine. "I needs you," she breathes, barely more than a whisper. "You make me crazy," she moans with the softest mews.

She raises both hands up catching her hair, holding it up, her breasts rise higher, pulled firmer, stretching her body out. And I am utterly intoxicated.

I let my hands fall so I can soak her in completely. My palms are resting on her thighs just above the knees and I watch her facial expression as she throws her head back and grinds her hips on mine. My hands move down to her ass and grip her tightly as we rock together.

Her eyes find mine.

I love it. I am starting to shake, vibrating as I climb higher and higher.

She leans her body down onto me, still gripping me tightly with her legs. Her hands pull me tightly against her. I want to say it, but I don"t. She can tell by my breathing, those deep breaths that vibrate up against her neck as I kiss my way upward, I'm close—so close. My hands swipe through her hair and clench in ecstasy.

Her lips meet mine.

Our climax begins together and never seems to fade. Time has no meaning. Tears stream down her cheeks. Her senses are overwhelmed to the point of incomprehensible euphoria. I am floored. Lost in Dahlia Dante so deep I am drowning.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I love you," I murmur against her lips.

I don't think I meant to say it, but the words fell out of my mouth like the most natural thing in the world.

I don"t have any more words. Slowly, like we"re floating on air, which we are, I roll us onto our sides—still facing, still joined— lost in gentle kisses. A million people could be watching us or no one. It doesn"t matter.

"My Running Queen," she whispers with a sigh against me, and I beam with pride and exhaustion.

"I love you too."

I should win more often.