Georgina

His tongue strokes mine, hands burning, branding as they trace my hips. Richard lies back, drawing me on top of him, his hands lifting the hem of my dress. His touch is slow and lavish. There's no hurry anymore. No desperation.

Richard and l, somehow, impossibly, have all the time in the world. His rough palms rake over my thighs, and I relish the lustful surprise in his gaze when he discovers I'm wearing nothing beneath the thin, shimmering white fabric. I bite my lip, swallowing a groan as his fingers find me wet.

"You never stop surprising me," he growls, nipping my earlobe. I feel him stiffen beneath me, my body going electric with want. In one swift motion he has me on my back in the plush cushions, hands pulling my dress to my hips. I lie back, stretching my arms behind my head as he kisses my stomach, the faint stretch marks illustrating our story, the story of our new family.

When his mouth reaches me, I can't suppress a moan.I could let him remain there all night some night s