My lips rubbed against his as his tongue lightly, playfully stroked mine. I heard myself whimper and felt his resulting groan reverberate through the ...oth of us. I rolled him over on his back, wedging myself between his legs. I was hard and positioned just right. I held him tighter as I pushed forward. Oh god, it just never ends; this connection. I had eased completely inside and I just stayed, savoring the warmth and rightness of it. This was home. We were still kissing, moving lips over each. At Jools' insistence(of course), I managed to force some breakfast into me. The stomach-churning nausea had dissipated, but I still felt edgy and ill at ease.I tried to ask Jools what we should do, but she just said that we wouldhave to wait and see what Sunday would bring. I found it hard tobelieve that she was holding to this herself. The Jools I knew had aplan for everything and I hoped she had some ideas about what we woulddo if the worst happened. Emigration came to mind. I was quite happy. ’ ‘And I have a death certificate that says it isn’t.’ She turned her head, trying one more time to get him to let her loose. ‘Do I feel dead to you?’ he demanded, his voice harsh, full of emotion. He pressed her open palm to the flesh of his chest again. ‘Can’t you feel my heart beating? I’m warm and alive and I need you. You need me. Does he make you feel like this? Does he know how to set you on fire?’ He stopped for a moment to study her face. ‘I’ve been to hell and back trying to get to. Running his strong hand up my back and spine to my neck before resting it in a handful of my hair, I feel his lips roughly kissing the back of my neck. He pulls at my hair causing me to pull my head back in reaction as my cheek rests against his and I hear his staggered breathing and the slapping of our bodies together in unison. His other hand travels to the top of my asscrack as his thumb traces down to my little tight bud. He gently plays with it, rubbing his large finger around it, circling.