Wildfire by Priscilla West Read Free Book Online

lifts me and places me on top of the bed.
     
    I feel this moment’s peaceful pulse and do nothing but watch as Mark unbuttons his shirt and discards his clothing. This time it’s him who seems in a hurry to get things done. He joins me on the bed and holds him in his strong arms.
     
    “You’re so beautiful, Julia.” He says again and again, like a mantra. “So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful.”
     
    My mouth silences him as I turn over to kiss him. It’s a deep kiss so full of longing and desire it seems our very souls are flowing between our two bodies and I nearly cry when he pulls his mouth away. I’m appeased when it leaves me and makes its way to my breasts that he fondles and nuzzles and licks, his hand finding a path to the wanting slit between my legs.
     
    Our bodies move together in a supernatural accord. He shifts, I open. He licks and I rise. He lines himself up in the entrance of my core and I am wet, waiting and wanting his shaft to push forward – filling and fulfilling me. Our lovemaking takes on a life of its own with a heartbeat that accelerates as he slides deeper into my body, the folds of my flesh gripping and flittering against him. He moves slowly but intently back and forth creating a beat my body follows willingly and easily.
     
    I wrap my legs around his, pulling Mark further inside me as my hips surge and follow his thrusts. He continues kissing and whispering to me as I feel his shaft inside me, throbbing and ready to release. But he holds on, waiting until he can see by the look in my eye and the snap of my hips that I am almost there with him. My hands grip his back and I am lost in the thrusts that rock my body and soul so steadily. I see myself on that cliff again, my arms open and with no fear, no push, no thought at all, I lean into Mark and fly.
     
    I gasp as the deep tremors shake my whole body. Then the gasp grows deeper and more urgent and I realize it is his pleasure moan, with mine, making a unified sound that echoes through the golden room. I feel his seed buried deep in my body just as his heart becomes attached to my soul. We cling together riding out the wave of our pleasure until he must withdraw. He kisses and holds me until we both succumb to the power or the moment and the exhaustion of the day.
     
    We wake up sometime later, too early to be morning but too late to be night. I continue kissing his chest and snuggling against him.
     
    “You know what I need?” I ask seductively.
     
    “Hmmm?” He mumbles, clearly still waking.
     
    “I need some chocolate!”  That gets his attention. He sits up directly and reaches for his cell. Within minutes he has a bakery on its way with treats, and he is getting ready to put some strong coffee on.
     
    “We’re not getting all the way up, are we?” I ask. I was hoping for a nice bedtime snacking session.
     
    “No time like the present! Things to accomplish in our brave new world,” he says cheerfully.
     
    “Oh my god,” I murmur. “You’re a morning person.”
     
    I manage to wake up enough to be good company for a time as we drink our coffee and eat sweets. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I sure know last night will stand in memory as one of the best nights in my life.
     
    “I don’t want to drag up old crap,” I say tentatively. “But, why do you think Blake started talking about my father yesterday. His death was a blow to me like none other, yet, I can’t imagine your brother knowing or caring about that.”
     
    “Blake was trying to dredge up your guilt. He knows guilt is one of the most powerful ways to get inside someone. If you can activate the guilt button, people will let you bother, control or harm them without defense.”
     
    “But that didn’t work.”
     
    “No, instead of pushing your guilt button, he just succeeded in pushing my anger button.” Mark laughed.
     
    “Well, I don’t feel guilty about dad. I miss him every day, but I know he would be really