"I can't, Marc, I just..."
"Shhh...." His beautiful blue eyes were tunnels to the past. "Love me, Angie. As much as you can."
Jerked into the pain and loneliness she'd been forced to endure for so long, Angela nodded shakily and watched his hands go to the buckle of his jeans with wide eyes.
Marc couldn't stop himself, the lust raging, and he held his breath as he popped the button on his jeans, expecting her to flee the tense seat she was taking on the corner of the bed.
Angela's face was red, but there was no denying she wanted to be here. When he raised his hips to slide his pants down, she tore her eyes away, breathing rapidly.
"Throw me a blanket."
His voice was gruff, laced with need and control, and she did it without moving from her perch. She heard the blankets rustle, hands shifting for comfort, and couldn't stop herself from stealing a peek. It was just in time to see his hand go around a rod of flesh that had her on her feet.
Marc saw her eyes go over his body, flashing fear and desire, and tightened his grip. "Mmm…"
The sound woke the woman inside, and Angela found herself returning to the bed to lean against the headboard while she watched him pull the blanket up and start to stroke…she wasn't sure she could look away.
Marc watched her through narrowed slits, feeling the need tighten as she stared at the movements the blanket now hid. Slowly, he pulled it back down so she could see.
Angela's breath went out in a rush, the sight of his thick flesh sending heat into her gut.
Marc nodded, hand stroking faster. "You, too? You used to love this."
I still do, Angela though, shaking her head. How many hours had they spent this way before the lust had driven them across the line?
Marc heard the man inside push. "There's another blanket. I'll stay right here."
She shook her head again, shifting restlessly, and he closed his eyes…most of the way. "I won't look."
Angela was still shocked to find herself here, in this moment, but fear wasn't the strongest emotion - desire was. Physical contact was something she'd been reminded of during this trip and it was one of the things she had hoped to have conquered by now. In all the years since they'd been apart, she'd only pleased herself a dozen times, and not at all in the last year.