Love Unrehearsed
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Anticipation for what was to come, knowing that he was far from finished with me, heightened the sensations even further. He was being a considerate lover, pausing to allow me some time to recover before unleash-ing the rest of his wickedness on me.
I tried to steady my breathing and my pounding pulse, feeling the sweat of our lovemaking bead up on my hairline. Hot, wet, and tangled; there wasn’t an open part of us left to be connected. I caressed my hands up over his muscular back to his shoulders; my arms wrapped tighter as if my grip could somehow pull him deeper into my soul.
When I drifted my hands down his sides to appreciate his most incredible rear end, he clenched and pressed into
me
again—slowly—still feeling very formidable and unyielding inside. His pelvis tipped and brushed up on me again, grinding his hips deep with carnal drive into my core.
I tilted my head, giving him full access to my throat. If the world were to unfortunately end at this very moment, I’d go a very sated woman. I felt his teeth graze on my skin, his primal urges to covet and devour surging to the forefront.
Ryan’s body suddenly stilled and he swept a few errant hairs from my eyes, locking his gaze on mine. His face was so serene and yet so serious. He swallowed, collecting his breath before he said, “Je t’aime. Je t’adore.
Veux-tu m’épouser?”
Hearing the inflection in his voice as he seduced me with foreign words, and hands that knew every inch of my body, made my thighs quiver.
I threaded my fingers into his hair as he placed soft, sensual kisses on my face, the corners of my mouth, my neck. Willing my mouth to do anything other than kiss him while he fucked me like this was difficult.
“I didn’t know . . . you knew . . . how . . . to speak French.”
Ryan captured my lower lip between his, swirling me in dizzying passion with each kiss, each lick, each succulent suck from his hypnotic mouth. He rolled his hips deliberately, reminding me that he was still very much in the game.
“I don’t, but there were a few things I wanted to learn to say to you while we’re in Paris. Like this. Making love to you.” My breath hitched from the feelings he invoked. “You had this planned?” His nose brushed next to mine. Instead of answering, he kissed me deeply. His tongue said yes.
“Tell me,” I gasped away. “Tell me what you said.” I tightened my interior muscles on one of his surges, drawing an erotic groan from his chest. He pressed my hair back with his hands, cradling my face.
Ryan’s words came out in a sensual whisper. “
Je t’aime means I love you.” His muscular thighs shifted as his feet found new footing on the bed. My thighs strained farther apart to accept him. I felt his length top out inside me, surging the most intense of pleasures. Filling me like no one else could. Marking me as his from the inside with everything he has. His hands slid my arms above my head and he twined our fingers together.
Somewhat breathlessly but with much conviction, he said, “
Je t’adore means I adore you.”
Ripples of emotion coursed through my chest as he gazed directly into my eyes, me feeling so completely loved by this man, in complete awe of his presence, his gentle ways, his undeniable claim that he staked in my heart. Tears of joy blurred my eyes and dripped to the pillow.
“I adore you, too. You are my forever,
mon
amour.”
Ryan’s mouth sealed on top of mine; his hips curled and surged like the unrelenting tide. Pressure was building up inside me, aching for another release.
As if a moment of deep contemplation struck him, his hips completely stilled and he cleared his throat—several times.
“
Veux-tu m’épouser means will you—” His thumbs tenderly brushed the wet streaks left behind from my weeping eyes, taking careful measure to soothe it all. “It means will you marry me.”
Air stuttered down my throat as the magnitude of his words aligned with their meaning. New tears welled and spilled from the edges of my eyes while the burning sensation of intense emotions gathered up in my chest, my throat. I felt as if I could burst at the seams.
I reached up and gently caressed his face.
His eyes shimmered like two watery blue pools, glistening as magnificently as the diamond engagement ring on my left hand.
He slammed into me, deep. “Marry me, Taryn. I want to hear you say
yes again. Tell me you want me.”
My lips quaked, trying to form the ability of speech. “I want you.” I ran my fingertips down the sides of his neck. “I need you to breathe. Yes. Forever. Till death takes my last breath.”
I tried to steady my breathing and my pounding pulse, feeling the sweat of our lovemaking bead up on my hairline. Hot, wet, and tangled; there wasn’t an open part of us left to be connected. I caressed my hands up over his muscular back to his shoulders; my arms wrapped tighter as if my grip could somehow pull him deeper into my soul.
When I drifted my hands down his sides to appreciate his most incredible rear end, he clenched and pressed into
me
again—slowly—still feeling very formidable and unyielding inside. His pelvis tipped and brushed up on me again, grinding his hips deep with carnal drive into my core.
I tilted my head, giving him full access to my throat. If the world were to unfortunately end at this very moment, I’d go a very sated woman. I felt his teeth graze on my skin, his primal urges to covet and devour surging to the forefront.
Ryan’s body suddenly stilled and he swept a few errant hairs from my eyes, locking his gaze on mine. His face was so serene and yet so serious. He swallowed, collecting his breath before he said, “Je t’aime. Je t’adore.
Veux-tu m’épouser?”
Hearing the inflection in his voice as he seduced me with foreign words, and hands that knew every inch of my body, made my thighs quiver.
I threaded my fingers into his hair as he placed soft, sensual kisses on my face, the corners of my mouth, my neck. Willing my mouth to do anything other than kiss him while he fucked me like this was difficult.
“I didn’t know . . . you knew . . . how . . . to speak French.”
Ryan captured my lower lip between his, swirling me in dizzying passion with each kiss, each lick, each succulent suck from his hypnotic mouth. He rolled his hips deliberately, reminding me that he was still very much in the game.
“I don’t, but there were a few things I wanted to learn to say to you while we’re in Paris. Like this. Making love to you.” My breath hitched from the feelings he invoked. “You had this planned?” His nose brushed next to mine. Instead of answering, he kissed me deeply. His tongue said yes.
“Tell me,” I gasped away. “Tell me what you said.” I tightened my interior muscles on one of his surges, drawing an erotic groan from his chest. He pressed my hair back with his hands, cradling my face.
Ryan’s words came out in a sensual whisper. “
Je t’aime means I love you.” His muscular thighs shifted as his feet found new footing on the bed. My thighs strained farther apart to accept him. I felt his length top out inside me, surging the most intense of pleasures. Filling me like no one else could. Marking me as his from the inside with everything he has. His hands slid my arms above my head and he twined our fingers together.
Somewhat breathlessly but with much conviction, he said, “
Je t’adore means I adore you.”
Ripples of emotion coursed through my chest as he gazed directly into my eyes, me feeling so completely loved by this man, in complete awe of his presence, his gentle ways, his undeniable claim that he staked in my heart. Tears of joy blurred my eyes and dripped to the pillow.
“I adore you, too. You are my forever,
mon
amour.”
Ryan’s mouth sealed on top of mine; his hips curled and surged like the unrelenting tide. Pressure was building up inside me, aching for another release.
As if a moment of deep contemplation struck him, his hips completely stilled and he cleared his throat—several times.
“
Veux-tu m’épouser means will you—” His thumbs tenderly brushed the wet streaks left behind from my weeping eyes, taking careful measure to soothe it all. “It means will you marry me.”
Air stuttered down my throat as the magnitude of his words aligned with their meaning. New tears welled and spilled from the edges of my eyes while the burning sensation of intense emotions gathered up in my chest, my throat. I felt as if I could burst at the seams.
I reached up and gently caressed his face.
His eyes shimmered like two watery blue pools, glistening as magnificently as the diamond engagement ring on my left hand.
He slammed into me, deep. “Marry me, Taryn. I want to hear you say
yes again. Tell me you want me.”
My lips quaked, trying to form the ability of speech. “I want you.” I ran my fingertips down the sides of his neck. “I need you to breathe. Yes. Forever. Till death takes my last breath.”
