Chapter 6

She turns onto her left side. Her face burying itself in the pillow as she feels her touch. Soft kisses trailing from the bottom of her neck to the small of her back. Fingers ever so gently repeating the path laid before them, creating an unknown masterpiece. The kisses continue tracing an outline. So gentle she can barely feel them.

There is no mistaking the feel of her hand as it slowly spreads over and across the soft skin beneath it. Upwards. Her hand takes the left breast into her palm and begins to massage it. Her fingers circling the already erect nipple. Now the other breast, again taken fully into her palm.

‘I’m sorry.’ The words whispered into her ear. Soft. Throaty. Urgent. ‘I’m sorry.’ The words punctuated with kisses, ‘I’m sorry.’ And she means the words with everything she is. ‘I’m sorry.’ And she believes the words with every part of her. They’re both sorry, for everything. But now, in each other’s arms their forgiveness is total and complete as they surrender to all they feel for each other.

Delicate fingers lightly traversing their way down from the navel. Her back arches as the hand moves beneath the band of her pyjama trousers. Her breathing becoming shallower as her excitement increases. A soft moan escapes. She buries her face deeper, muffling the sound.

She brings the hand back up, prolonging the act. Expertly teasing. She wants to force the hand back down but she stops herself, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her hand grazes over her centre. Another moan escapes. She bites her lip to stifle it.

Fingers make a trail up the inside of her thigh. So close. Massaging the inside of her leg, increasing pressure as the movement makes its way upwards. Her hand, once again at the waistband of the pyjama bottoms. Such a small barrier keeping them apart from the release they both so desperately want and need.

The hand slides underneath the thin material. She feels her fingers there. So close. They slide under the last remaining barrier. So close. She feels her hot breath on her neck. So close. In almost a whisper she hears the words. ‘I love you.’ Her hand. It’s there. Her body aches for the touch. ‘I love you.’ The words again. She gasps as she feels the fingers enter her. The teasing is over. They can’t wait any longer.