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Date Posted: 21:16:16 06/03/03 Tue
For several long minutes after he awoke, Paul thought he was dreaming. The feel of her in his embrace was like a hundred times before; a hundred illusions which had faded with the coming of dawn. But slowly, the realisation came that this time was different. This time, the feel of her didn’t fade, the scent of her filled his nostrils as he inhaled. This time, she sighed contentedly, her fingernails dragging across his chest as she pulled herself closer against him.
His breath caught as he felt the weight of her leg fall overtop his. “Madeline?” he called softly, opening his eyes in the darkness. Her body shifted as he said her name, and she tilted her face towards his, a sleepy smile on her face.
“Paul...”
“Is it really you?”
The sleepy smile faded, replaced by a teasing grin as she moved to straddle his legs. “Have you been waking up with a lot of other women lately?”
“Hundreds,” he replied, dragging her with him as he sat up. Her arms came to rest comfortably on his shoulders, her legs tightening across his thighs. “But they all fade away when I wake, and they all look remarkably like you...”
Her smile deepened at that and she kissed him, holding his face between her hands. “I missed you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. He stroked her face with his hand, and she placed her head against his shoulder, relaxing into him.
Paul wrapped his arms around her, his own smile fading to concern. “Madeline?” he said, rubbing her back as though she were a small child. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine…”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know,” she said quietly, sitting up to meet his eye. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, the hollowness in her eyes making his brow crease in worry. “But it’s the only answer I have right now.”
“I won’t press,” he said tentatively, smiling as she reached up to trace the furrow in his brow. “But you know you can trust me?”
“I trust you, ” she said easily, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. She smiled as she pulled away, but it barely touched her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t worry.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“I know,“ she sigh softly, leaning her forehead against his.
Fanning his fingers through her hair, he pulled her mouth to his, kissing her urgently. She responded in kind, her hands working their way down his chest to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
“Not the couch,” she murmured, biting at his lip and shifting backwards on his legs, pulling him along by the edges of his shirt. “Not today...”
Sighing as she pulled away to stand, he followed obediently, dragging her back into his arms as soon as they were both on their feet. “God, I love you.”
She froze for a moment, looking up at him. The pain and raw need in her eyes hit him hard, and for a moment, he was afraid she would flee. Taking her hard by the shoulders, he pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers. Whatever was paining her, he wouldn’t let her run.
He’d expected a struggle, but instead, his own actions seemed to spur her on. Her hands came upwards across his shoulders, forcing his shirt off his back and onto the floor. He reached for the clasp on her pants, pulling her close and grinding her pelvis against his own.
Her hands pulled at his own zipper, tugging him through the bedroom door as she unzipped. Softly, her hand brushed against the front of his boxers and he bit back a moan, his penis stiffening. Pushing her back against the bed, he stepped back, reaching forward to take her shirt off over her head.
As the garment came off, she reached for his hips, seating herself on the edge of the bed and manoeuvring him towards her. He stood between her thighs, her knees tight against his legs, her hands deftly pulling down pants and boxers together to reveal his rigid length.
She loosened her legs and he stepped out of the remainder of his clothing, taking a step towards her when his legs were free. She stopped him with a hand on his stomach, her fingers curling slight so her nails grazed the delicate skin above his naval. Her other hand reached up to cup his balls, and his knees weakened. “Madeline…”
“I owe you…” she smiled, and her eyes sparkled, this time with laughter. Whatever haunted her was gone, at least temporarily.
Paul returned her grin, kneeling before her when she refused to move her hand. The hand remained stationary, but ever so gently traced a line up his member as he knelt. Her smile only broadened.
“Not now. Not tonight,” he said gently, reaching around to unhook her bra. He pulled it from her shoulders slowly, allowing his palms to settle on her breasts, kneading before moving on.
Still on his knees, he paused a moment as she lay back, smiling down at her. God, how he’d missed her. Tracing a hand down her abdomen, he grabbed the unzippered gap in her pants, the back of his hand pushing against her through her panties.
He heard her gasp as he slid her towards him, hanging her hips off the bed just enough for him to remove her pants. Then, kissing a trail up the soft skin of her thigh, he paused again, desire rushing through him, his penis painfully hard. He’d wanted this for so long, had dreamt about it; never believed it would be real again.
Seating himself next to her on the bed, he traced a finger down her side, tracing circles around new found scars; relearning her body. Eyes closed, she lay unmoving except for the occasional flinch when he touched a particularly ticklish spot. After the third flinch, her eyes fluttered open, her hand reaching out to pin his on her abdomen, just above her crotch.
Turning onto her side, she reached across the distance separating them, cupping the back of his head with her hand, and pulling him down on top of her. “No foreplay. Not now. Not tonight.”
She repeated his earlier words with a smile that reached her eyes, her hands grasping his buttocks, holding him tightly against her. “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, and felt her hands loosen, just enough for him to position himself over her.
In one smooth motion he was inside her. Her nails dug into his flesh, their mouths joined in hungry kisses. With each thrust her hips rose to meet his, pushing him further. His wildest fantasies of the past year were nothing compared to what he felt now; no dream felt so real; no illusion so substantial. She was finally in his arms again, and, for now, she wasn’t pulling away.
He trembled above her, body ready for release; hips straining to maintain the rhythm he’d begun. He closed his eyes, feeling her beneath him, breasts heaving upwards to caress his chest as her hips rose and fell. With one gentle touch on his chest, she signalled her intent, and he struggled to pause over her, rolling onto his back.
Still inside her, he let her set a new rhythm, one that did nothing to slow his descent, but allowed him to have a hand in her own. Bringing his hand up between them, he placed a hand on her abdomen, sliding downwards slowly as her body shuddered. When his hand reached its goal, her back arched, driving her down hard onto his engorged member.
Groaning, his hips bucked, his hand rubbing roughly against her with his sudden movement. The moan that escaped her sent him over the edge, and his hands braced themselves on her thighs, his body shuddering beneath her as he came. Eyes closed, body heaving, he barely heard her gasp when she came, collapsing atop him, breasts crushed against his chest.
Sighly contentedly, she rolled onto her side, fitting herself into the crook of his arm. Her hand brushed his abdomen, and he reached over to clasp it, steepling their fingers. “Can you stay the night?” he asked, his thumb stroking her palm.
“Mmm hmm…”
He shifted his body, pulling her further onto the bed and positioning himself against the headboard, her head laying against his chest. As he leaned forward to pull a blanket over them, she grumbled under her breath at being disturbed. Smiling, he caressed her buttocks with one hand, adjusting the blanket with the other. “Stop complaining. You want to freeze to death?”
She stiffened against him, and he swore, pulling her tight against him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“I am,” he said, brushing a hand along her back. She relaxed against him, her leg curling around his thigh. “I didn’t think.”
“I won’t have you walking on egg shells.” Her body remained relaxed, but her voice was ice. She spoke quietly, firmly. “I don’t need to be coddled.”
“Maybe not,” Paul said gently, lifting her chin so he could meet her eyes. “But I’m here if you decide you do.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes, laying her head back on his chest. “I know.”
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