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As the sultry sounds of their favorite music mingled with the glowing
illuminations of burning candles and the enticing scent of fresh roses, Ken
and Madeline were swept away in a powerful tide of lust and longing. Yet
even as their bodies passionately sought the satisfaction that could only be
found in each other's arms, neither one could dismiss the miracle of this
eagerly anticipated moment-the welcome fruition of their individual
spiritual journeys.
"I'd say this song is appropriate," Maddy whispered in his ear as
Vanessa Williams' Save the Best for Lastbegan to play. He'd been slowly
savoring every inch of her, kissing and licking his way down from her
forehead to her lips to her neck, while Maddy caressed his chest and
shoulders.
Pausing to look her deeply in the eye, he promised "You haven't seen
anything yet, sweetheart."
"Kenny, please remember what we talked about before," she
reminded softly. "If it doesn't happen, if I don't have one, please know
that I am completely happy just being this close to you. Nothing else
matters."
"I know, baby. I know. But I won't stop until you're totally fulfilled."
His words were a firm and sexy promise.
"But I am right now," she protested. "I'm just remembering that night
in your townhouse when I sang this song to you. Do you remember?"
"Of course I do sweetheart. You had the voice of an angel." His blue
eyes twinkled at her.
"I like to think I still do," she commented.
"Madeline," he whispered, placing his fingers on her lips. "I think it's
about time we both stopped talking. We can discuss an encore
performance later."
With that, he turned his attention back to her sexy body, gently
moving his hands over her breasts and taking delight in her nipples'
immediate reaction. Then he lovingly placed one in his mouth, slowly
licking it, while his hand caressed the other.
She smiled as she sank her head into her plush pillow, running her
fingers through his wavy blond hair as electric currents rushed through
her body in response to his touch. Everything he did awakened dormant
sensations that had long ago drifted away with their Jersey Shore romance.
Ken took pleasure in her muted sighs as he continually assured her of her
desirability. It was still hard to fathom that Madeline saw herself as
anything less than beautiful, even now. He supposed that some stubborn
habits die hard, though he couldn't get enough of her.
Maddy felt her effect on him against her thigh, as he moved further
down to her waist, teasing her with his tongue as he went. Playfully, he
slipped his thumbs beneath the lace of the final garment standing between
him and the very special part of her that defined her femininity. Though
he could barely contain his intense longing as he gently separated her legs,
he paused to look at her face. And while he noticed the smoldering
excitement in her expression, the gentleman in him was compelled to
inquire about her wellbeing.
"You ok, sweetheart?" His deep, masculine voice reverberated in her
ear. Consumed by her own internal fires, all Maddy could do was nod in
affirmation.
"I love you so much, Madeline," he reminded her. "I want to make
you the happiest woman in the world."
"Kenny, you already do," she murmured, stroking his forehead. "But
I would love it if you'd keep going," she added teasingly.
"You sure?" He didn't know exactly why he'd repeated the question.
"Kenny, this isn't 1992 anymore," she quipped. "I've grown up in
more ways than one. I've waited for this-for you-forever. I've dreamed
about what it would be like to be with you so many times. I don't want to
waste another second. Please-don't stop now."
"Madeline, I've dreamed about you, too. Holding you, loving you,
making you scream with pleasure-"
"Ken! Who's talking too much now?" She chuckled softly as she slid
her hands over his shoulders. He smiled at her in the semi-darkness.
"Ok, then my love, you asked for it," he teased, before turning his
attention back to her lace panties. He sat back on his legs, and then
reaching for the waistband, slowly removed them from her body.