She leaned close and squeezed his hand and resumed eating, although her bites were delicate compared to his.
Silence reigned as they finished the early evening meal and cleaned up the table. Working together in the kitchen to load
the dishwasher, acting as if it was just another ordinary day.
As Liliana dried her hands on a kitchen towel, she turned and faced him. Her gaze was filled with such a mix of conflicting
emotions.
He grabbed hold of the ends of the towel she held and drew her near, embracing her. “It
is
going to work out.”
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, finally giving in to the doubt that had been plaguing her since they had agreed to the
plan.
He bent his head to hers, nuzzled her nose with his as he said, “Because I’ve waited too long to meet someone like you. I’m
not going to let anything screw this up.”
“Me neither,” she admitted, and he tightened his hold on her.
She inched up on her tiptoes, brushed her lips along his. Opened her mouth to invite him in. To show him his place in her
heart and seal the promise that there would be more tomorrows together. When she finally stepped away, it was only long enough
to take his hand and guide him to her bedroom.
He didn’t stop to ask this time if she was sure.
Maybe because he no longer had any doubts, either.
Hand in hand they walked to the side of her bed and faced each other. Before he could act, she was slipping her suit jacket
off her shoulders and tossing it onto a chair by her bed.
“No need to rush,” he said as she reached for the first button on her blouse.
“Really?” she asked when he brushed aside her hands and replaced them with his.
“Really,” he replied and skimmed the back of his forefinger along the V of skin exposed by the open collar of her blouse.
She peered downward for only a moment, raising her gaze to watch his face as he leisurely reached beneath the edge of her
shirt with his thumb and traced the swells of her breasts.
Her nipples tightened in reaction, wanting his touch, but he continued to delay, slowly building her need.
She was trembling by the time he finally undid the buttons. Parting the fabric, he exposed her breasts in the pale pink bra,
and the soft flesh of her midsection. Leisurely he skimmed the back of his hand across that skin, inching upward until he
bared her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said with a sigh, cupping her breasts and strumming his thumbs across the tips, bringing them to
ever tighter peaks. Initiating a corresponding pull between her legs that wanted assuagement.
As he butted his hips against hers, his erection pushed against her abdomen.
She wanted to feel him beside her. Feel the warmth of his skin.
She displaced his hands only long enough to yank off his sweatshirt, pants, and underwear, leaving him beautifully naked.
As he returned his attention to her breasts, she encircled his erection in her hand, exploring the length and width of him.
The responsive head that made him jump
in her hand as with one finger she traced the edge of it and then the sensitive underside. The bead of moisture as he sucked
in a breath and covered her hand with his to still her caress.
“No rush, love. I want to sample all of you first,” he said and she acquiesced, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening
her arms in welcome.
“I’m yours,” she said.
T
he night was young, and it might be their final one together. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint. They’d had little
tenderness the other night in their rush to satisfaction. Jesse wanted this time to be different.
He stepped close until his erection nestled at her center, and the warmth and wet of her teased him. She raised her legs,
grasping him with her thighs, but he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently urged her onto her back.
At her confused look, he said, “I want to make love to you all night long. Until I don’t have the strength to stand. Until
I have no breath left in my body.”
“
Mi amor,
” exploded from her lips and he pinned her hands above her head, covered her body with his.
“I
am
your love, Liliana.”
She smiled, but her eyes were heavy with sadness he understood.
“We’re stronger together.” He brushed his lips across hers, once again offering her promise and hope in his kiss.
“Powerful,
querido,
” she murmured beneath his lips and opened her mouth, accepting the thrust of his tongue.
Raised her legs to cradle his hips with her thighs and rock her center along the length of him, yanking a strangled moan from
him.
Jesse answered the call of her invitation, trailing his lips down the side of her neck to the sensitive crook of her shoulder.
Moving his hands down to her breasts to caress the sensitive tips until Liliana wanted more. Needed more.
“
Por favor, Jesse,
” she pleaded and he responded, lowering his head to suck her nipples, tugging and pulling them into the warm moistness of
his mouth. Swirling the dampness left behind by his mouth with his fingers.
Between her legs the heat built. Intensifying her desire to be one with him.
Reaching between their bodies, she covered him with her hand and held him to the softness of her belly. Stroked him and shifted
her hips to mimic what would soon follow.
“Liliana, love. I want you so badly—”
“Then have me,” she said and, exerting gentle pressure on his shoulder, she changed their positions, urging him to his back.
Copying his earlier actions, she pinned his hands above his head as she draped her body along his side. Lowered her head and
teethed his dark brown nipple while she encircled him with her hand. Slowly stroked up and down as she bit down gently, and
he cradled her head, urging her to continue.
A plea she was not going to ignore.
She shifted, laying her body along the length of his. Straddling his hips, she reached beneath her, guided him to her center.
She paused with his tip just breaching her
core, but then his hands came to her hips, nearly spanning the width of them with their large size.
“Love me, Liliana.” To leave no doubt about what he wanted, he guided her down. Held her still as her body acclimated to the
length and width of him.
Liliana bit her lower lip, fighting the desire to moan from the pleasure of his filling her. Sucking in a broken breath as
he cradled her breast, teased the tip with his fingers, and then surged upward, kissing her nipple. Tugging on it, encouraging
her to move with the subtle upward press of his hips.
She rocked her hips, drawing him in and out. Creating friction and heat throughout her body as he loosely wrapped an arm around
her waist, bringing her near. Her breasts rubbed along his chest, teased by the soft hair there and by his touch and kisses.
Inside her, pressure built until she had to close her eyes and focus on the motion of her hips. On the wet of his mouth at
her breasts. At one rough tug, she finally cried out, but in pleasure as that caress nearly pulled her over the edge.
Jesse knew she was near her release. He was almost there himself. Just another stroke of her hips. Another brush of her gorgeous
breasts against his chest.
Just another,
he kept on repeating in his brain, fighting his climax. Wanting to fall over the edge with her, but above him she was tiring.
“Let me, love,” he said and she understood, falling to her side as he rolled and trapped her beneath him.
He stopped, wanting to memorize her features. Wanting to savor the look on her face. One of wonder. One of love.
He bent and kissed her. She whispered against his lips, “
Te quiero.
”
“I love you, too,” he said and began to move. Pumping his hips. The force so strong that it drove her up along the bed.
That pushed them both to a climax that left them shaking as they cried out their completion.
It took long minutes for their breathing to return to normal and for the tremors of satisfaction to subside. But even then
Jesse couldn’t leave her. The physical union of their bodies was so much more than that. And being within her…
Peace such as none he had ever experienced before filled his soul. Calmed his heart.
As he moved only far enough to give her some breathing room, he stayed tucked within her, his erection ebbing slowly. Moving
his hands along her side, he savored the softness and warmth of her skin.
When she shifted her hand to his ribs, he stiffened, but she dropped a kiss on the side of his face and whispered, “I wish
I could take away your pain.”
“But you have, love” he said, trapping her hand beneath his and sliding their joined hands to a spot over his chest.
Beneath her palm his heart beat strong. Sure.
Liliana propped her elbow on the mattress and leaned her head on her hand, allowing her to see his face. She rubbed the spot
above his heart, deep in thought.
When she was with him like this, it all seemed right to Liliana.
But it wasn’t.
He had lied to her, although she had forgiven him due to the reasons behind the untruth.
He was her patient, something more difficult to handle. Ethically she had crossed a line, but had ethics ever considered a
situation like this one? she wondered.
“I’d say, ‘A penny for your thoughts,’ but I’m afraid to know what you’re thinking,” he said and ran his index finger along
her forehead, smoothing a furrow of worry.
“There’s just so much to contemplate,” she confessed and inched up to see his face more clearly, but as she did so, he slipped
out of her.
His absence was immediate, but he was quick to remedy that by flipping onto his side and bringing every inch of them into
contact.
“There’s only one thing to think about—how right this feels,” he said, stroking his hand down the length of her back.
But as right as it seemed, she had to unburden herself of her concerns.
“This started in a lie, justifiable as it was.”
“It won’t happen again,” he said, bending his head down to rest his forehead against hers.
“You’re my patient, and—”
“I guess I have to fire you,” he teased and brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Despite the seriousness of the discussion, his playfulness lightened the severity. “You can’t fire me. I’m the one who is
going to cure you.”
His breath caught in his chest, and beneath the hand now sandwiched between them, she thought his heart skipped a beat.
A little more earnestly he said, “I’ve told myself not to hope for that or for a cure for my sister. That it was impossible.”
She brought her lips to his and whispered, “Is it any more impossible than finding your true love?”
His breath exploded against her mouth. “God, no.”
“Believe, then,” she said and opened her mouth on his once more, urging him to love her yet again.
L
iliana awoke to a pleasant tenderness between her legs and the heat of Jesse’s body plastered along her back. One arm was
tossed over her waist, and his big hand was resting casually against her belly. He stirred, drawing in a long breath that
he held for a moment before relaxing again.
“Good morning,” he whispered sleepily along the side of her face.
She rubbed her hand across his, smiled, and repeated the greeting. Along the small of her back, something else was awakening
with the morning.
“Ah, Jesse,” she said as he moved his hand downward and brushed his fingers along her center before parting her and finding
the nub hidden within.
Her body immediately came to life, sensitive as she was from the many times they had made love last night. It was almost a
painful desire that he must have sensed, since he whispered in her ear, “Let me kiss it and make it better.”
Before she could protest, she was on her back and he was between her legs, whispering kisses along all that aching sensitivity.
Pulling from her a hard, fast climax
that had her arching off the bed and nearly screaming his name in the quiet of the morning.
Her body was trembling as he worked his way back up, teasing her with kisses along the center of her body until he was back
at her mouth, kissing her once more.
In between their bodies, his erection jutted into the softness of her belly, reminding her of his need. Pleading for her to
offer him the kind of pleasure with which he had just gifted her.
She gave it to him. She kissed the side of his mouth, dropped down to the hard line of his collarbone, running the tip of
her tongue along his skin, then continued farther down, leaving a trail of kisses along his midsection. Swirling her tongue
around his navel before going lower. She took him into her mouth, moving her tongue all along the tip of him as she stroked
him with her hand.
Jesse called out her name, raised his hips ever higher, and she slipped between his legs, continued kissing him until, with
a tremendous jolt, he climaxed.
His breathing was rough as she gave him one final kiss and pulled her body up to blanket his. He kissed her, bracing his hands
on her hips to keep her close. Between their bodies, his erection slowly faded, and Liliana tucked her head beneath his, totally
satisfied and completely tired.
She could have drifted off to sleep again, but on the nightstand her phone began to vibrate angrily. She reached over, dreading
that it would be Whittaker so soon.
It wasn’t.
“Good morning, Carmen,” she said, and it
was
a good morning for the moment. Jesse was moving those big hands up and down her back in a lazy caress, and she
allowed herself to imagine other mornings just like this in the future.
“His sister is a match,” Carmen replied excitedly.
A match?
Liliana shot up, easing from Jesse’s body to a spot beside him on the bed. Sitting there, she dragged her hair back off her
face as she asked, “Are you sure?”
“Jesse’s sister must have had her DNA sampled to make a possible donation to someone. You see them asking for donors on the
news all the time.”