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of whatever we are? I can’t think about that now - I’m still questioning my decision to be here.      A quick flush and I watch him wash those sexy hands and fill the sink, dousing a small towel in warm water - his muscles ripple across his back, the strength there fluid and graceful, whilst he squeezes out the excess, before kneeling at my feet and placing the towel between my thighs.   The warmth is welcome as his eyes hold mine throughout, pouring his emotions into me, so gentle in his touch I can see and sense his feelings for me. He cleanses me before planting a kiss on my belly, rinses the cloth, before washing himself quickly. We catch one another’s eyes in the mirror over the sink, and I lick my lips. He is the most beautiful specimen; all hard ripped and all-man and that behind! I feel the flush creep over my face, embarrassed at my open approval of his body.      “Don’t be ashamed of perusing me, lady - I like that I make your nipples swell and darken, and your lips pout and those eyes - the way they change from green, to lime, to amber - it makes me rock hard.” He leans both forearms onto the marble sink, all the while his liquorice blacks boring into mine through the reflection daring me to look down. I manage a couple of seconds before caving. My eyes drop to his groin, where his cock is solid and ready…again! Jesus! Was this soldier never at ease?      “Come let me show you how I’ve missed you, baby - how I feel about you. How you make me want to stay buried inside of you and never leave; how sorry I am.”      I allow myself to be led back to the bed, enfolded within his arms and kissed until my breath is not my own. I understand that for Sebastian sex is our last step back to one another - no matter how many obstacles we meet, we can always find one another in bed. No matter how much my brain is fighting my emotions right now, I can’t deny that this man has to be part of my future in some form.      I believe him.      My hands are clasped in his, his long masculine fingers, linking tightly with mine, as we continue our onslaught of punishing kisses. His smell is intoxicating as I push my breasts into his chest, desperate to create friction from the light coating of hair there, against my taut nipples.      “Stop fighting it, baby. Just lie back and let me worship you.”      Not a fucking chance. I am no 1950’s housewife and I twist in annoyance to try and release one of my hands. His chuckle is irritatingly sexy.      “Never one to take orders. Seriously, darling, there’s a time for rough…” His fingers rake up my thigh. “… And there’s a time for play. Now its all about the agonisingly slow…”      I throw my head back on that last word, my neck stretched out as he runs his palm softly along it. My body quivers at his delicate touch. I can feel his breath on my lips. Kiss me.      “Does this feel good?” Oh God yes!      My moan satisfies his questions as he dips his head to my breast, adoring and caressing it until every nerve ending in my nipple has come alive and is sending electric currents to my core. I feel myself grow wet. That is all it takes with him.      Our combined deep breaths are desperate and our eyes fly to meet one another. I cup his face drawing him into me. We brush our lips, dipping inside, teasing.      “I’ve missed you so much - you have no idea how much I’ve been going out of my mind these past few days.”      We hold each other, staring; liquorice black into lime, the moment so deep I feel like I can see inside his soul. I believe him.      “I missed you too.”   He brushes a tendril away from my cheek, his knuckle rough against my soft skin. I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my abdomen and wiggle delicately to adjust him; to force him lower to fit within my open V.      “You and I need some time together, baby.”       He plants pecks across my cheek, down