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"Once or t-twice, but I didn't know what I was doing," she huffs. "My father wanted me pure, so I never even used tampons."
I drop my forehead to hers with a curse. "There's no shame in receiving or giving yourself pleasure."
Pulling my fingers from her, I reach for her right hand, linking her fingers with mine and sliding them between her thighs. Guiding her, I press her index finger to her clit, swirling it around her bundle of nerves.
"Oh!" Amalie jerks as we work together, our fingers moving in harmony until her breathing hitches and her body shakes. "Lucas?"
"It's okay, sweet girl. Let go. Take your pleasure. I've got you."
I squeeze her fingers together so they pinch her clit, and she erupts. Her back arches, and she lets out a ragged moan as she succumbs to the bliss of her orgasm. Fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
Before Amalie has the chance to come down, I move down her body and bury my face in her pulsing cunt. My tongue gets to work, licking, nipping, sucking her throbbing nub into my mouth. I groan as her feminine essence coats my lips and tongue, tangy and sweet. Manna from heaven.
"Lucas, I can't?—"
"You can and you will. Give me another," I rasp against her sensitive flesh.
Her legs tremble, her hand now grabbing and pulling at my hair as I lick and suck her relentlessly. Then, her body bows, her muscles clenching as one orgasm merges into another.
I carry her through it, my tongue gradually slowing to a stop. Placing a final kiss on each inner thigh, I crawl back up her body and gather her into my arms, careful of her wrist.
"I never… I didn't know it could feel like that," she whispers, her voice awed.
"How could you?" I murmur. "Your deranged father made you a virtual prisoner in your own home."
Amalie shakes her head and lifts her eyes to mine. "It was never a home. You feel more like home to me than that place ever did, Lucas."
Her confession thaws the last fragments of ice around my heart from Janice's betrayal, from the toll of death and suffering in Afghanistan. She obliterated most of it the first time she looked at me with those blue eyes, but now it's melting faster than butter on a hot skillet.
Amalie wriggles against me as my erection digs into her hip. "What about you? You didn't…" She trails off, her cheeks crimson.
I adjust myself, grinning through the pain of my unappeased cock. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. My balls may turn blue and drop off, but I can wait."
Her eyes twinkle as her soft laughter rolls over me. "We can't have that, husband. I think we'll be needing them in the not-too-distant future."
Husband. Jesus, that sounds good. As good as seeing the teasing light in my wife's eyes. She's completely relaxed in my arms, coming back to life a little at a time and bringing me on the journey with her.
Warmth spreads outward from my chest until it encompasses every part of me. I'm fucking crazy about this woman. I love her. And I'll do anything to keep her.
I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “How about we freshen up and head to the motel to collect your stuff? Then I'll cook you dinner?”
Her smile widens, lighting up her whole face. “Yeah, that sounds good."
Pulling up to the motel, I park the car and cut the engine. I turn to Amalie. “I've already called Mal to check you out. Can you remember how to get back to the house without me?”
“Yeah, I think so. Why?” Her eyebrows pull together, worry clouding her eyes. She doesn’t want to be alone.
That worries me. I have to work tomorrow, but I can keep an eye on her and the house. “I'll be fifteen minutes behind you, max. I need to grab a few things for dinner. Do you like chicken cacciatore?”
“I love it.” Amalie beams, her relief evident in the way her shoulders relax.
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. "I thought maybe you could take a bath while I'm gone. Relax a little. You deserve a soak and a good meal on your wedding day."
Amalie's cheeks flush with pleasure. “That sounds amazing. Can you wait for me to grab my stuff, though? Just until I’m back in my car?”
“Sure, sweetheart. Do what you need to. I’ll wait. Oh, here’s the key to the front door. I’ll have another set made for the front and back door tomorrow when I go to work.” I pull the key off the ring and hand it to her.
Amalie takes it, her fingers trembling slightly. She looks at it like it's the key to paradise. I know the last few days have been a big adjustment for her, but right now, she looks radiant.
