Chapter 30 #3
Warren adds in two fingers to stroke me inside, laughing low and deep against my wetness when I shiver at the pressure.
“That’s my good wife,” he says when he comes up for a breath.
His fingers never stop mimicking what I know his cock will do before the night is through.
“No one ever gets to touch this perfect pussy except for me. And no one gets to look at what’s for my eyes only, do they? ”
“No,” I whimper in complete and utter bliss before pushing his head back down. “Only you, only ever you. A million times over, only you. Now please make me come, husband.”
He growls his acceptance against me, and within minutes, my hips are bucking against his face as he takes me to the highest peak of pleasure.
My mouth falls open, and when I realize the low, wanton sound is coming from not him but me, I throw my forearm across my lips and ride the wave of rapturous bliss until spots dance across my vision.
“That was…that was…” Unable to form the rest of my words, I laugh in crazed delight as I lean my head back against the house. Everything is right in my world now. Our children and dog are safe and asleep, and my husband just made me see more stars than are present in the beautiful night sky.
“Just the beginning.” Warren eases my shaking leg down and licks my essence from his lips as he rises.
The moonlight adds a dangerous edge to his shadowy form, and my heart thumps wildly at the sight of his arousal.
This isn’t the fumbling charmer who’d never touched a woman before he married me.
This is a man who intends to possess me, body and soul.
And I know he’s going to make good on it.
Without giving me much time to catch my breath, he bats my dress out of the way and picks me up. “Hold on.”
Although my arms and legs ache still, they automatically hook around him as he presses me against the side of the house. I’ve never been taken standing up this way.
Another first he’s managed to give me.
I wonder how many more will happen in our lifetime together.
His kiss consumes me, ratcheting up my desire. The release from seconds ago is no longer sufficient. I need my husband, and I need him now. “Inside me,” I beg, reaching down to angle the head of his cock trapped between us.
“Not yet.” Warren captures my hand and places it on my breast before teasing me with short glides of his length against my wetness. “I want to watch you touch those sweet nipples for me.”
I open the front of my dress with one hand to free my breasts. “Like this?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathes, his strokes becoming longer and more purposeful. “So fucking beautiful. Show me how you like me to play with them.”
I tug and roll the tip, arching my back at the shooting pleasure that travels like a lightning bolt directly between my legs. “Inside me,” I beg once more. “I need you inside me right now.”
“As you wish, wife.” Warren plunges inside me, burying his face into my neck with a heavy groan that has gooseflesh rippling across my body. This is a different sort of intimacy, clothed but for where our bodies become one. His hips set a punishing rhythm more forceful and intense than ever before.
“I love you, Warren Shay,” I gasp between thrusts that make me see more stars than those in the night sky. “So much.”
“Love you more. Never knew love could be like this. You’re mine forever and always. No one will ever take you from me again, do you hear me?”
Promises become messy kisses filled with more meaning than words could ever say. Trusting him to hold me, I let go of his neck so I can pinch my nipples in time with his thrusts.
“What are you—?” It doesn’t take him long to catch on. “Fuckkk…I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Don’t hold back,” I urge breathlessly, fingertips becoming wet with my milk. I bring a finger to his mouth, offering him a taste. Heat engulfs my digit as he sucks. “Make me yours.”
Groaning around my finger, he loses the fight with his body. His arms lock around me, holding me in place as he releases himself inside me. Hearing and feeling him take pleasure in me as he suckles sends me crashing over the edge with him.
When we both catch our breath, Warren carefully lowers me and steals a soft kiss that belies how fierce he was a moment ago.
“You deserved better than being taken against the house like that,” he says ruefully as he sets the front of my dress to rights.
“I didn’t even take your dress off to spend any time on these sweet beauties. ”
“Don’t think I didn’t love every moment of it.” I loop my hands around his neck and lightly scratch the skin there. “But maybe next time you can be the one with your back to the house while I’m on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
He shudders, then places a hand on either side of my head. “Woman, don’t torment me like this when I haven’t even recovered yet.”
The glint in his eyes makes me all too eager to see how quickly I can help him recover, but he eases away to tuck himself back into his pants.
“Can you walk?” he asks.
“Of course I can.” I throw him a look as I confidently take a step. But pride goeth before a fall, and when my shaky legs collapse beneath me, he catches me with a little snicker.
“Of course you can,” he copies, smirk fading only the smallest bit when I pretend to glare at him. “But how about you let me help you for now?”
“I accept your offer, Mr. Shay,” I answer primly.
He kisses me once more, long and lingering, then sweeps me off my feet. “C’mon, Mrs. Shay.”
When his boots thump up the porch steps, I pat his shoulder. “It’s too beautiful a night to go in just yet. Let’s stay here for a while longer.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.” The rocker creaks as he settles us into it, and the longer we stay there, the louder the song of the crickets grows. I slide my hand beneath his shirt until my fingers find his heartbeat. This is what love is.
Steady and rock-solid.
Like Warren Shay.
I kiss his heart over his shirt, then glance up to find his shadowed features focused on me. “For the first time in my entire life, I feel free. As if all the past was just a dream and now I can truly live.”
“And you will. Here. With me and Emmaline and Sullivan and Patches and any other babies we have.”
I’m not so resistant now to the thought of a baby with him once Emmaline is a little older, but I push it aside for now. “Where on earth would we put another one? You still have to build more rooms for the ones we have now!”
“All right, all right,” he grumbles playfully. “I’ll start adding on rooms tomorrow. I’m thinking eight should do it, how ‘bout you?”
“Eight?” I pinch his nipple, but instead of a yelp, a low groan leaves his mouth.
“Wife…” His warning isn’t much of a warning because I recognize that tone. It’s very reminiscent of a man who has fully recovered.
I think I’m feeling a bit recovered myself.
Mind made up, I push off his lap.
“What on earth are you doing?” His bewilderment is clear as I straddle the chair’s arms, but his own arms instinctively wrap around to stabilize me. “And out in the open, no less.”
“Do you not recall how you took me in front of God and all the angels against the house just now?” I tease. “And we both know you’d never let anyone see me like this.”
“Damn right, I won’t.” His arms tighten.
“You seemed to regret not paying attention to my breasts before,” I tell him as my fingers move to the front of my dress. “And I think it’s only fair that you do penance for it.”
“Is that right?”
At the very male interest in his slow drawl, my traitorous heart thuds against my ribs as if this man hadn’t already brought me to heaven twice before. How lucky of a woman am I? “Yes, that’s right.”
“And what must I do to earn your forgiveness, hmm?” His knuckles skim over the tops of my breasts as I bare them in the moonkissed darkness. “Maybe fill my hands with these and brush my thumbs over the tips?”
“Maybe so. It’s worth trying, at least.” I don’t think I come off as unbothered as I had hoped to.
When Warren takes hold of my breasts and caresses the tips with the rough pads of his thumbs, I almost lose my balance at the rush of intense pleasure.
It really does seem as if my nipples are connected to my lower half whenever they receive his attentions.
“Woman!” he says, stopping with a low laugh. “We can’t do this if you’re gonna fall off.”
“I won’t fall off if you hold me.”
“Then how am I gonna pay my penance if I can’t use my hands?”
I slip my hands under his shirt and lightly scratch at his own flat discs. “God gave you a mouth to be used for something other than talking like you are right now,” I remind him, purposely shifting to tempt his mouth with a nipple.
“Fuck, wife. You don’t mince words,” he chuckles on a strained breath as his cock kicks. “But I think I like you a little feral like this. And I think you like it, too.”
I think he might be right.
As he latches on and drinks his pleasure from me, I press his head to my chest, eyes drifting shut as we lazily rock back and forth in the still of the night. I love the closeness of this act, the glowing warmth of intimacy it brings even without him being inside me.
More than that, I love him.
And I tell him over and over again as he more than pays his penance.