The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 26 Teaser

BtSatM readers... I'm working on a teaser for you all tonight. With the holiday yesterday, I didn't have time to do both.
Enjoy the lemony goodness...

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When we had ourselves and the floor both clean, we slipped into bed together, listening to the gentle flow of the classical music I had programmed to shuffle silently. As I held her in my arms, it occurred to me that today had been a turning point in our relationship. Bella stood by my side, mixing politeness and cautiousness with her own sense of humor, and was a natural in front of the camera. The change in her was astounding, and I found myself falling even more in love with the woman lying beside me.

She was my rib, my missing piece.

Her breathing was slow and easy--soothing--as she shifted in my arms. Her warmth filled the room, and her scent made my head spin. A sharp streak of desire went through me; I turned her and groaned as a wave of that incredible scent washed over me, enveloping me in her unintentional sensuality.

I wanted her—now—and so I shifted our bodies so that I was hovering over her and kissed her passionately.

I squeezed her arse with my hand just before I hitched her leg over my hip, becoming more and more needful with the way her hands traveled over my skin and gripped at my hair. Her nails dug into the skin of my neck, just under the collar of my shirt, and the little bit of control that I’d managed to keep hold of finally snapped.

Clothes flew and grunts and groans echoed around us as we worked our way to satisfaction. The remaining article of my clothing—my shirt—was now in her hands. I heard the sharp rip of the fabric tearing in her hands but was too far gone to care.

"I’ve wanted to do that all fucking day," she breathed against my mouth.

"Mmm," was all I could manage.

My lips moved down the graceful line of her neck, over her collarbone, longing to taste the sweet skin of her breasts and feel her nipples pebble against my mouth while my hands skimmed over her body, eliciting small gasps and arches of her back with every touch.

She moaned my name in an effort to speed my movements, but I was savoring her and the moment as a sort of celebration of the day. She’d done so much for me, to be with me, going out of her comfort zone and learning to adapt to the world I drug her into the day I said "I love you".

She gasped as my hand moved between her thighs, pushing her hips up against my movements. Each pass made her body writhe with anticipation, in a silent plea for me to push her over that illusive edge and into blissful oblivion.