* Faithless *
He took her up on the offer, giving her a slow, soft kiss.
She told him, “I’m so happy.”
“I’m happy you’re happy”
“No.” she but her hands to his face. “I’m happy you’re okay.”
He kissed her again, taking his time, teasing her lips. Sara felt herself start to relax as he pressed his body into hers. She loved the weight of him on top of her. The way he knew how to touch her in all the right places.
If making love was an art, he was a master, and as his mouth worked its way down her neck, she turned her head, eyes partly closed, enjoying the sensation of him. —
(248) – Faithless
