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My high heels finally betrayed me, and I tripped and took a nasty tumble on the pavement. It didn’t even hurt. I more or less bounced back up and started to the car again.

The back door seemed to fling itself open and an enormously irate Marcus stepped out.

“Parker, what the hell?” he asked crossly. “Your hand is bleeding. What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago,” I said, then tossed my hands around his neck and kissed him, even as his mouth opened in shock. Our teeth clashed, I nearly lost my balance again and dragged us both down, and it wasn’t a perfect kiss.

However, when he took me by the waist and held me out to look at me for a moment, then brought me back in, it was the perfect kiss, our lips relearning the topography of each other once more, our tongues—once old friends—reuniting joyfully, our breathing becoming one.

None of the old magic had been lost, and I was vaguely surprised that there weren’t a dozen rainbows and shooting stars decorating the skies when I was able to open my eyes.

“Let’s go to my hotel,” Marcus mumbled, and I laughed at him.

“No. Let’s go home.”

The years seemed to drop away the faster the hired car went, Marcus urging the driver on, his hand on my knee, then higher on my thigh, then at my hip. I didn’t live far from the club, but it felt like ages until we pulled up at the gate, the security guard waving us through the moment I popped my impatient face out of the window.

The car was still moving when Marcus kicked the door open, hauling me out and scooping me up into his arms.

“I don’t want to see you fall again,” he said, and then he strode up the sidewalk to the front door where he had to dip down to allow me to use my key.

Another spin had me disable the alarm and turn on a light, then he followed my pointed finger to the bedroom.

Both of us wanted the same thing.

Clothes became superfluous, and we kissed as we slowly fell onto the bed together, working buttons apart, picking at zippers. My heart was clattering against my chest, and my fingers couldn’t touch enough of the man hovering over me, breathing kisses over my skin, making me shiver.

“I want you now,” I complained, burying my nails in his shoulders, impatient as always. I’d never been a patient lover.

“I want to enjoy every square inch of you,” Marcus said, complacent as he nuzzled the sensitive skin just below my ear. “I’ve waited this long. I’m going to take my sweet time with you, and I won’t be rushed.”

It was excruciating to cede power, to let Marcus have his way, to give myself over to his explorations. I’d always wanted an orgasm my way—fast and hard. Could I really wait? Could I be the patient lover he demanded of me?

Marcus trailed kissed down my skin, his fingers massaging in his lips’ wake, reducing me to a relaxed but aroused puddle of a person. I didn’t know where he’d learned to touch a woman, and didn’t want to know. All I was thankful for was that he was here with me now, touching me just there, glancing over the part of me that craved his attention the most, traveling down to my feet and kneading their strained tendons.

Neither of us had to say anything anymore. We had been waiting years for this moment, my fingertips running over his still-hard muscles, his tongue tasting the tip of my hardening nipple, places both familiar and completely new, both of us free to take all the time we needed.

We had all the time we needed.

Marcus slipped down on the bed next to me and gently guided me up to straddle his waist.

“I want to look at you,” he said, his palm working its way down my torso, down my belly. “I want to see you.”

I didn’t have much experience in this position. Marcus could sense my self-doubt.

“I’m right here, Parker,” he said. “Everything is fine. I want you to try this one for me.”

With only a bit of scrambling, I lowered myself onto him and felt him fill me up with an aching satisfaction that I’d always been searching for, always been waiting for. The passage of time had made it all the more sweet as we breathed together, two people made into one, the only sound our panting. I loved this man completely, intrinsically, and taking him inside of my body was the best way I could show him how.

We began to move together, Marcus lifting my hips with his hands until I understood the rhythm of it, the poetry, and we built toward something still far off. He cupped my breast with one hand, thumbed my most sensitive button below with his other, making me toss my head, making me lose time and awareness.

“Please,” I heard myself murmuring. “Please, please, please.”

“My Parker,” he said gently, brushing my hair out of my face, “I will give you anything you ask for. You don’t have to beg.”

That slow ignition inside of me was everything. I loved him so much. The years had only stacked logs upon that fire, making it burn hotter and hotter until the rest of me caught in flames.

It was a completion I’d never experienced before, being with someone I loved. I’d thought I’d loved Ron before and had gotten burned. But now, the fire was purifying, exact, perfect. I couldn’t have imagined anything better, and I howled my completion at the ceiling, not caring which of my neighbors heard me, wishing I could tell the entire world just how good I felt with the man beneath me.

I cracked open my eyes, saw Marcus’ smile, and felt my heart clench at the sight of him, so close, finally so close to me.

“You…you didn’t come,” I panted, almost accusatory.

“We have all night,” he said, smiling. “I wanted to watch you. We have all night and the rest of our lives.”

It was good to catch up—delicious, in fact—and our breathing mirrored the sounds of the surf beyond my windows, relentless in its moving, in and out, pounding. There was no position we didn’t try, no pleasure we didn’t eke out of each other. Marcus’ face was so incredible when he finally lost the sweet battle, finally gave himself over to pleasure, the lines fading and reforming, his lips pursed, his hands gripping my own.

We didn’t sleep at all, didn’t pause, and didn’t stop touching each other until the air around us lightened from black to gray, signaling dawn’s approach.

We showered together, washing each other tenderly, as if each part was our own body.

There was no Parker or Marcus anymore. It was finally, sublimely us. Just us.

We watched the colors change over the waves on the horizon. I was so tired I was afraid of fainting—and yet more invigorated than I’d ever felt. The sun eased up over the edge of the sea, and I sighed suddenly.

“Has it all been worth it?” I asked, the sunrise lighting the ocean below us ablaze. The light cast everything in an otherworldly glow, and standing in my home with Marcus’ arm over my shoulder almost didn’t feel real.

He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering over my hair. “What do you mean?”

“We waited nearly our entire lives for this moment,” I said, sweeping my hand out in front of me. A new day was dawning, and part of me was frightened. Would our feelings change for each other now that we’d decided to be together? Could we really push past all those years apart?

But the other part of me was the one that felt more alive now than I ever had, just because I was watching a sunrise with the man I loved more than anything else in the world standing right beside me. I’d watched many a sunrise from this very window, but none of them had been as meaningful as this one, the day when everything had finally fallen into place. The day I’d been unwittingly waiting for my entire life.

“Parker, this is only the beginning,” Marcus said, kissing me until the sun hovered fully over the horizon, the first of many days to come.

~ END ~

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