Adrian groaned, affected as much by her words as her touch. He then caught her by the waist and lifted her onto the desk, covering her mouth with his own. Clarissa was still holding his penis, and he tried to brush her hand away to move closer, but her hand tightened instinctively on him. Adrian immediately stiffened and groaned, and he could feel her smile under his kiss. She loosened her hold enough to slide her hand down his length, caressing him. Adrian's kiss immediately became more passionate, more desperate, his hands clutching rather than caressing. He tried to urge her back onto the desk, but paused as she gasped in pain.
"I am sorry. What. . . ?" The question died on his lips as she slid off the desk and turned to peer at its cluttered surface. He'd forgotten to clear the desk first, Adrian realized, and he felt like an idiot for not thinking of it.
Clarissa leaned forward to begin shifting papers, and Adrian found his gaze dropping down over the curve of her back and lush behind. Unable to help himself, he reached out to follow the lines his eyes had traveled, this time with his fingers.
She stiffened, then slowly straightened. She started to turn to face him, but Adrian didn't let her. Catching her shoulder with his free hand, he held Clarissa in place and slid his other hand around to explore. He ran it over the soft skin of her hip, swept it around and up over the slight roundness of her belly, then up to cup one breast.
Clarissa sighed as his hand closed over her, her bottom pressing back and rubbing his erection as she arched into the caress, and Adrian moved his other hand to catch her other breast. He pulled her back
tighter against him with his hold, then squeezed and pressed and fondled her nipples until she gasped and moaned by turn. Her bottom pressed against him more insistently. Adrian felt her head move against his chest and opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, to find she'd tilted her head back, her lips seeking his. Adrian gave in to her demand, lowering his head to kiss her even as he let a hand drift down between her legs.
Clarissa cried out into his mouth, her hips thrusting into the caress as he found her damp heat. She then began to suck eagerly at his tongue as Adrian rubbed his erection against her bottom. He wanted to be inside her, surrounded by her, taken home. And so, without further ado, he broke their kiss, bent her forward, and guided himself into the hot, wet heart of her.
Adrian saw Clarissa brace her hands on the desk surface, then he closed his eyes as she took him in and drove herself backward with a groan that spoke of both pleasure and need. He caught her hip with his free hand, his other hand returning to caress her as he drove in and out.
Clarissa allowed this for three or four thrusts; then she suddenly straightened and pulled away.
"What?" Adrian blinked his eyes open, and saw that she'd pushed the items on the desk out of the way and was now turning to face him.
"I want to see you while you make love to me," she whispered breathlessly. Reaching up and cupping the back of his head, she drew him down for a kiss.
Adrian kissed her back, but he still wasn't all that comfortable with the idea of her seeing his face. He knew she claimed it did not bother her, but. ..
Clarissa suddenly pulled back and raised herself up
onto the edge of the desk, then reached out and caught him by his erection to draw him forward. "Make love to me, Adrian! Make love to me while I watch. I want to see the man I love make love to me."
Adrian froze, his mind spinning under the effect of her words. 'You love me?"
Clarissa froze: then her expression softened as she saw the hope and wonder in him. "Of course I do. How could I not?"
"But--"
"There are no buts, husband," she interrupted. "I love you. I love your looks, your smile, your eyes, even your scar. I love all of you."
Adrian stepped between her legs, caught her hips, and slid into her.
"Oh." Clarissa's eyes briefly fluttered shut. A moment later she forced them open again and smiled at him. "I love you, Adrian. I shall surely say so until von are sick of hearing it."
Adrian stilled, his eyes locking on her face, and he saw there was no pity in the eyes behind the spectacles. no lie he could see, just pure, unadulterated pleasure, joy, and love. She peered up at him, then she leaned up to kiss his scar softly. "It is a part of you, Adrian. And I love all of you."
Adrian felt his mouth stretch into a wide, bean smile, and he kissed her hard on the lips. But it v quick kiss, and then he pulled back and said, "I shall never tire of hearing you say it. And I love you too. Clarissa. I love all of you--your body, your heart, j soul, your smile, your mind, and even your blind e You are my heart. You've made me smile and laugh. You make life worth living. With spectacles or without, dressed or undressed, I love you all. And I always will."
He bent to lay a gentle kiss on her forehead, then added, "But, by God, at this moment I love you best naked."
Clarissa laughed. "I am so glad. Now, please make love to me, and make the aching stop."
Adrian tightened his hold on her hips, chuckling, and drove into her again, as deep as he could go. Her body welcomed him, squeezing warm and tight around his shaft as he withdrew and pressed forward. Each thrust was an affirmation. She had seen him with her spectacles on and still wanted him--loved him, even. She was his mate, his heart, his wife. Adrian didn't know what he'd done to deserve her, how the two of them had so blindly stumbled onto love, but he vowed to do everything in his power to keep her happy. Forever and ever.
Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind
(Series: # )
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