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Holding On to the Wind: Missing Scene
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Pair: Chris/Mary
Author Notes: This is a missing scene from my PG story
Holding on to the Wind. You would get better context
by reading that but you don't have to. I do plan to write a sequel to that
story and you may find hints on how it might go in this story. Might. (wink)
Can't give away all my secrets.
This is dedicated to Susie Burton for this story. You can thank her for asking
me to write it. I was just going to leave it PG. Leave the loving to your
imagination. Hope you like it.
Mary looked up to see Chris Larabee sitting on the
edge of her bed with his hand lightly stroking her hair.
"I need you," he softly whispered with a look of longing in his eyes.
Mary knew she was lost. She pushed away her fear that she would regret this
later and allowed Chris to join her.
Magical. That was the only word she could think of to describe his kiss.
It seemed to reach deep inside her and touch places she never even knew existed.
She gasped as his tongue gently slipped between her parted lips. As the kiss
grew deeper and more passionate she lost all trace of conscious thought.
They were swept away with passion. The fire built until it threatened to
consume them and then rose higher. Slowly building at a steady pace. Pieces
that were missing inside them were connecting their hearts into one. Everything
about him consumed her and increased her passion, the feel of his skin, his
scent, the soft caress of his breath on her body but most of all his hands
on her body.
Mary watched as if in a trance as he rose to remove his clothes. She ached
for the loss of his touch but was transfixed on the sight before her. Soon
but not soon enough he stood naked before her. Evidence of his arousal seemed
to have a mystic that was indescribable.
Mary reached out for him as she felt her cotton nightgown tear from her body
at Chris's haste to explore her body which he did with his hands and mouth.
He left no area untouched. Slow tantalizing kisses down her neck, her breasts,
down her body to her thighs and even her feet got special attention.
As his mouth seared her flesh his hands followed causing a wave of desire
to sweep though her before he even got started. Mary looked down as he circled
around her curls with kiss and light touches getting closer each time to
the core of her heat. The feathery light touch of his tongue on her caused
her to cry out and pull a pillow over her head to muffle the sounds.
It was a good thing too because soon she had no ability to keep quiet. He
even had to keep a hand over her mouth to keep the sounds of her pleasure
from waking the town. Even then he would not give up pushing her past anything
she ever felt before. Her self control completely deserted her.
The two lovers have been dreaming of each other for years yet nothing could
prepare them for the reality of being with their soul mate. They both had
other loves but this was something written in the stars and destiny could
not be denied.
Mary never got a chance to catch her breath as he rose up and parted her
thighs wider so he could sink into her fiery warmth. Their eyes met and locked
as they found a slow and steady rhythm. He was not just making love to her
body but was claiming her heart and soul as well. Mary happily surrendered
to him.
The bed slammed into the wall as their passion ignited further pushing them
beyond anything either had ever known. Her legs were wrapped around his waist
as he lost control of his body. After what seemed like an eternity Chris
shouted her name and collapsed on top of her.
"Mary, I love you," he whispered kissing her softly. "I love everything about
you."
"I love you too," Mary kissed him.
"Always and forever," Chris mumbled. He rolled on to his side pulling her
with him before closing his eyes with the woman he loves in his arms.
(don't you just want a 'and they lived happily ever after' here?)
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