Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) by Jessica Spoon Page B

me, teasing his way until he is completely filling me with every inch of him; all the while flicking my nipples with his finger and tongue.
    H e is deep within me when he lifts his head and stares at me, momentarily enough for our eyes to lock and we both become lost in the moment… The silence saying everything we don’t have to… The love we have for each other… This connection between us that is clearly more than physical.
    His head slowly descends until his full lips touch mine. He probes my lips gently with his tongue, gaining access to my mouth. Our tongues dance, entwine for minutes… hours… I’m not sure… until he lifts his head and stares into my eyes… slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me… making that visual connection something transcendent between us.
    My hands rest on the back of his shoulders, gripping lightly as his fingers thread through my hair. We continue to stare at each other as our bodies meld together with the rhythm of his thrusts. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs; locking us together.
    He lowers his head closer to mine, our lips barely touching… we breathe each other’s air, allowing the moment to play out…
    My body betrays me without providing warning as the rush takes hold, sneaking up on me. I don’t even notice it until it is on me full force, taking my breath away. I gasp in a breath of air, my neck arching back, but my eyes still trapped in his. His own eyes flash with fire at watching me climax, then surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me one last time with his own orgasm.
    We continue to stare at each other breathlessly for a long while until Breccan moves his hand and runs his long fingers under my eye and tenderly cups my face. I feel wetness spread as he does and I’m shocked that I am actually crying.
    “What is it, dove? Are you okay?” he asks gently and softly , with concern lacing every syllable.
    “That…” I shake my head to clear it. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.”
    And it truly was. I have never felt those emotions. It was like my whole body was weightless and my mind completely disconnected from everything except for that one feeling of love I have for him. I want to tell him. I want to tell him immensely, but the words won’t leave my mouth. I feel more tears drop from my eyes due to my ineptitude.
    “Is that why you’re crying?” he whispers.
    I nod my head then raise it so that my lips meet his in a gentle kiss.
    “Thank you so much,” I whisper against his lips , my voice choked with emotion. It is all I can say to convey how much it meant to me. I drop my head back down to the pillow and Breccan’s mouth follows mine to give me a slow… sensual… deep kiss.
    “I love you, dove.”
    I let those words wash over me and I know that he feels it as deeply as I do.
    Even as disappointment wages a war within me for my inability to reciprocate those words.
     
    We get up after a while and share a shower, making sure to get very clean. Afterwards I help him dress in a beautiful gray suit. Never before had I realized what a turn on dressing is. I got distracted about the time I was buttoning his shirt, which since that is when I started helping him, we didn’t get very far with me helping.
    We were standing in the closet, him in his slacks and me in only a towel. He had just slipped his shirt on and I got the first button done up before leaning forward to run my tongue along his perfectly sculpted chest. My hands grip onto his waist as I work my way up his throat, nipping and licking the whole way.
    His hands fist in my freshly dried hair for a fraction of a second before they drop to release me of my towel then move back up to my hair to guide my mouth to his. The kiss is deep and passionate. My hands move of their own accord and undo the button I just fastened and quickly work to unzip his trousers. I slide them off of him as he backs me up against the closet wall, continuing to consume my