Tudor Reunion Tour by Jamie Salisbury

broadly when his thumb sank
into wetness.
    “Have you missed me, baby?”
    “Yes,” I groaned. “More than you know.”
    “I might just die on the spot if I don’t
have you,” he said.
    “We can’t have that, can we?” I moved in
his arms, repositioning myself to better straddle him. I spread my legs wide. “It’s
been too long, Amadeus.”
    “Too long.”
    I laid my hands against his cheeks and
gave him a long, passionate kiss. “Make love to me, Amadeus.”
    His eyes darkened. He kissed me as he
pressed fingers to my opening again and then I felt the hard bluntness of his
tip. Amadeus kissed me as he slowly eased me onto him, holding my hips as he
entered me. The feeling of him inside me felt wonderfully familiar.
    “Baby, you’re so tight and wet,” he
whispered. “I’ve miss this.”
    He raked his fingers through my hair,
then stroked my back with gentle hands. I began to rock on him, the feeling of
him inside me blotting out all other thoughts.
    “I love you,” I heard myself say.
    “I love you too, Zara. I belong here,”
he murmured.
    Amadeus was right; he belonged inside
me. We fit together so well, each of us having learned the other by heart.
Memories of nights together—Amadeus’s hands all over me, his hot mouth arousing
me again and again. Loving Amadeus could be turbulent and exciting, and then it
could be slow and hot as it was right now.
    He pushed into me a little harder as I
gasped with pleasure. “What about this?” Another thrust, harder, as he grasped
my hips and expertly drove up inside me.
    “Yes, god yes.”
    He broke off, driving deep inside me. “Damn
it, not yet.”
    He started shuddering, and sweat
glistened on his skin. Amadeus thrust his fingers to where we were joined,
playing, rubbing, teasing me toward climax. His touch sent me into a frenzy.
The friction rippled joy through my body.
    His breathing was hoarse, his arms
supporting me with a firm strength. He thrust into me, and I arched back,
pulling him in deeper.
    My climax swept me into a river of
darkness, and when I opened my eyes, Amadeus was watching me, his face soft.
    “You are so beautiful,” he rasped.
    I kissed his hot mouth as he pulled me
down to him and gathered me on top of him. We were still joined, Amadeus as
hard as he’d been when we started.
    “We’re good together, Zara. I’ve missed
this with you.”
    “As have I,” I replied, as I gently
wriggled my hips, feeling his rock hard cock inside me.
    He pushed one slow thrust up inside me,
and I melted into pleasure. He had always done that, made me melt. He made love
to me once again. By the time we climaxed this time, he was on top of me.
    Amadeus gathered me against him as we
quieted. We lay without talking for a long time before he reached down and
covered us both with the sheet. Soon I heard his low, steady breathing. He was
asleep. I found myself spellbound by the sound and closeness of him. I snuggled
against Amadeus’s chest once again as he pulled me closer.
    I had no idea if I had actually fallen
asleep or not, but Elizabeth didn’t care. She was hungry, and she was demanding
someone come get her. Amadeus pulled me against him, but I giggled and rolled
to the edge of the bed.
    “Sleep if you can, babe. You know who is
demanding her lunch and probably a dry diaper.” I pulled on my jeans and top
before leaning down to kiss him. I could tell by the way he was attempting not to
smile that he was awake. I swatted him on the butt as I sauntered out of the
bedroom and towards the wailing from the next room.
    A short while later, Amadeus reappeared,
freshly showered, though not shaved; that man was a god to me no matter how he
looked. “I’m starving, Zara. Is there anything to eat, or do we have to go
somewhere?”
    “No, Mary brought lunch down for us
while you were in the shower. She figured you’d be hungry and that we’d rather
eat here.”
    “Great! Where is it?” he asked, bussing
Elizabeth on the cheek as he passed her