Chapter 60

He led me into the bedroom, kissing my cheek with each step as he climbed, while I curled my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck slowly and laughed, as always. Once we had managed to open the bedroom door with some difficulty and a few more giggles, he made his way to the bed and laid me down gently, as if I were a porcelain doll. He stood there watching me for a few seconds, and I saw a smile light up his face.

Without the slightest chance to resist, I smiled back, and he lay down slowly on top of me, distributing kisses over my belly, neck, and light bites on my chin and cheeks along the way. With my eyes closed, I couldn't help but smile at the caresses on my face, until his lips came to the corner of my mouth, and we inevitably kissed.

I slid my hands down his chest and belly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I was dying to see this, and I didn't want to spoil the moment in any kind of hurry. He, who was leaning on his hands so as not to put all his weight on me, let out hoarse sighs when I got distracted and caressed his chest instead of unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't only me who was missing it, thank goodness.

When I reached the last button, I moved my hands up to his shoulders and slid the blouse off until he took it off. I pushed myself up a little more, leaning my back against the wall behind the bed and almost sitting up so that he didn't have to work so hard, and Steve followed, sitting down beside me. Right away, he slipped one of my legs over him and sat me on his lap, fitting my torso into his comfortably.

Steve slowly stroked my waist, bringing my shirt up with his hands. I undid it, watching him bite his lower lip discreetly, and began kissing his neck whimsically, managing to turn him on without vulgarity. He grabbed my hair slowly, squeezing my thigh a little harder in an attempt to control himself and not speed things up too much. I kissed him again soon, feeling him much more energetic, and it didn't take long before my shorts were no longer where I had put them before I left the house.

As we kissed intensely, I slipped my hands down to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them easily and pulling them down slowly. I moved away from Steve as I pulled it off, and crawled over him to return to my previous position, feeling his gaze almost painfully longing for me. Once I was close enough, he lay me down beside him, placing himself between my legs and kissing me so deeply that I thought he wanted to swallow me.

I felt his hands groping around my back in vain for my zipper, and I couldn't help but smile. Noticing my amusement, he pulled away a little, confused and breathless, and I smiled even wider, opening my bra by the only front fastener. The look of understanding and amazement on his face was priceless.

After making my bra fly away to the floor, Steve moved his kisses down my body, lingering a little longer on my bust, and before he brought our lips together again, I felt his eyes stare at every feature of my face quickly, in wonder.

I ran my hands over his bare back and waist, until I reached the elastic of his boxers. Biting his bottom lip lightly, I threatened to take it off, but before I could do that, my panties were already halfway down without my even realizing it. We undressed completely, simultaneously pleasuring each other, and when he kissed me again, I groped around the bedside table for his wallet, finding it without difficulty. Steve always left his wallet as close to the bed as possible, because we both knew well that this was where the condoms waited until their next use.

I interrupted the kiss to put the condom on him, feeling him panting as much as I did, even though we weren't being as aggressive as usual. It seemed that our last conversations since arriving home had provoked thoughts in our minds, and on this particular night, our feelings were taking precedence over our instincts.

Once we were properly protected, I sought his lips with mine, kissing him from neck to mouth with a bit of urgency. Steve kissed me back calmly, but with great intensity in each movement, until he placed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, his voice husky:

"I love you."

He pulled away to look me in the eyes for a second, and when he saw me smile, he kissed me again, penetrating me soon after. Even as his movements were delicate and wonderful, I stared into his extremely brown eyes, which seemed to glow on their own amidst his pink and sweat-damp face, totally connected to Steve, not only physically, but also emotionally. He kissed me a few times as he moved around, looking dazzled to be with me, and sometimes a subtle smile would appear on his reddish lips. Only when he let himself fall slowly onto me some time later, satisfied and with his duty equally done to me, could I breathe, such was my emotional involvement with that moment. Steve kissed the curve of my neck lightly, causing me to smile weakly, and I relaxed so much that the next thing I knew he was lying down beside me, covering me with the comforter and tucking me into his embrace after one last kiss on my shoulder.

"I love you too. " was all I could say, putting my arm over his, which was around my waist, and intertwining our fingers before falling deeply and instantly asleep, such was my peace of mind. Because my spirit was now complete. Or at least, almost complete.