She unlocked the house, not helped by my mouth on her neck, kissing her lightly on every inch of skin I could find.

"You smell so, very, good," I said breathing in her scent once more as she turned in my arms, letting me kick the door closed, locking it without looking as she attacked my mouth with a rather talented tongue.

"I've never felt like this with anyone," she said breathlessly as she walked upstairs, me guiding her backwards as I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, kissing each little inch of skin I revealed. As the material fell open my mouth went dry at the perfect torso before me. She moved her hands protectively over her middle, making me smile.

"Me neither," I said kissing her mouth again picking her up making her squeal. She threw her head back and laughed as I carried her the rest of the way, dumping her unceremoniously on the bed, taking her hands and intertwining our fingers as I straddled her hips, looking down at her.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I whispered as I alternated between kissing and licking her neck, making her gasp as my tongue ran into the hollow of her neck.

I gently moved my hands from hers, sensually stroking my fingertips down her arms and ghosted them over her breasts, smiling as her nipples hardened under her incredibly sexy La Perla lingerie. I unclipped her bra and tugged it gently off her chest with my teeth, removing it fully before I turned my attention back to her perfect body. I worshipped every inch of her torso with my fingers and my tongue and my lips, pulling a nipple into my mouth, nibbling gently, eliciting a deep moan from somewhere in her chest. Kissing down her perfect belly I unzipped her skirt, smiling as it revealed a garter belt, just covering a scar running the width of her stomach.

"Don't look at it," she said suddenly, remembering what was imprinted on her skin.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, letting my tongue meander its way along the length of the belt, gently biting her hip bone at the end, making her sigh.

"As irrational as this sounds, I think I love you," she whispered as I gently, slowly unclipped her suspenders and followed the path that her stocking was making on the way down her legs with my lips, never putting too much pressure on her skin, making her squirm, trying to feel me more.

"I know I love you," I said kissing her now naked legs, all the way up to her knees, which she parted obligingly, letting me lay in between them. My body was on fire as I stared down at her, only two more items and she would be fully open to me. I smiled at the realisation and she caught me grinning.

"You are wearing too many clothes," She said as she pulled me up to her mouth, unbuttoning my jeans and helping them on their way with her feet, which, once divested of my jeans her strong legs wrapped around my hips, grinding her sex into mine, making me moan into her shoulder. She pulled the top from my body, stopping as she caught sight of my body, gasping in horror.

There were tears in my eyes as she followed the scars that went from my neck to my navel with her fingers. I had learned to love with my scars many years ago and had added a few to them, often not by choice, but seeing her worshipping my scars was something out of this world.

"You're beautiful," she said, looking into my eyes, conveying the message she wanted to deep into my soul.

"I love you," I said softly as I captured her lips in mine again, gasping as our bare breasts touched for the first time.

I went back to kissing my way down her body, ridding her of her panties and garter belt, leaving her naked to the world, to me, before removing my own and lying, facing her, next to her on the bed. She bit her lip as she looked at me.

"I've never done this before," she whispered, tracing a scar down my forearm. I kissed her softly, moving closer, pulling her leg over my hip. I smiled as she sighed as I ran my hands gently over her side, from knee to arm, and back down again.

"Me neither," I whispered kissing her ear softly, running my hand over her stomach, smiling as it rippled under my fingers. "But you look too good to stop now," I said with a smile against her lips, which she returned, her hand suddenly connecting with my skin, making me jump a little.

I kissed her deeply as I traced and intricate pattern down to her centre, moaning along with her as I realised just how ready she was.

"God I love you," I whispered as I rubbed her clit gently, slowly, making her pull me closer, her fingers digging into my back, the other hand mirroring my actions, making me moan into her mouth.

We did everything slowly, sensually, desperate to extract every tiny bit of pleasure we could from this, both of us wondering if it was a dream. Her leg tightened around my hip, pulling me even closer as we entered each other together, as if on cue. Panting hard we mirrored our movements, both whispering each other's names as we reached the peak, looking deeply into each other's eyes as we toppled over the edge together, Miranda screaming my name and me answering with hers.
I came around first, biting my lip as I pulled her hand from my core, finally able to brush that wisp of hair from her face as I kissed her closed eyelids. She smiled gently, curling up in my arms, letting me hold her tightly.

I felt a kiss on my sternum and a hand stroked my forearm, pausing when she got to the still healing wound I'd received saving her life. She moved up to my face, cupping my cheek with her palm, kissing my nose. I laughed suddenly at a thought. She quirked her eyebrow in question.

"I've just realised something," I said tracing another set of intricate patterns on her side and back, making her shiver a little. "You're the first person to see the real me since before my parents died," I said brushing her hair back. "The real me, no mask, no wig, no alter ego. Just me," I said gently, a little bashful but excited all the while.

"It makes sense," She said gently, smiling as I kissed her neck, pulling my eyes back to look into hers. "You were the first person to see me too."