Standing in the middle of the room and looking from side to side it was easy to feel dizzy. In the ballroom, perception was a tenuous slippery thing. The longer you looked between your reflections the harder it was to not feel like the ground might give away under your feet. It was also the perfect place to make love with my husband with the added benefit of enjoying it from all angles.
Jaak carries me into the middle of the room. The moonlight shines in on us. The cold light is brighter than normal with the snow lending itself to the moon’s efforts. There’s a sharpness to the light tonight. I wrap my arms around Jaak’s shoulders when he kneels to the floor with me in his arms. I turn to see the way we look in the mirrors. Our reflection surrounds us. I watch as I move my hand and touch his face, finally wrapping my fingers around his horns. I watch as I press myself up against him.
My need for my husband ignites like a wildfire. One moment I have enough control to savor this moment, the patience to let it play out the way I know it will, and the next I’m desperate for him. I won’t last long before I’m senseless.
“I need you,” I tell him, already reaching to pull his belt free.
“Come here, my prize.” Jaak’s hands are gentle as they undo the ties of my dress. It slips down my body and the cool air makes me shiver. The feel of his body against mine makes me moan.
“You feel like heaven,” I tell him.
“As do you,” he whispers to me, hands on my breasts. He cups them, a thick thumb moving over my nipple slowly before circling it. He drops down to kiss my flesh, lips and tongue replacing his hands. I arch over him and grip his horns as I pull him closer, guiding him where and how I want him.
The wind blows a gust of snow against the window, the soft tap of the flakes the only sound save our breathing and the slide of our hands and bodies. Jaak helps me out of my dress before he takes his pants off. The second that he’s naked, I shove him back onto the floor. He lands on my dress and the white material makes his dark coat glow. I move between his thighs and lean down to kiss his chest while my greedy hands explore the body I know as well as my own. Jaak slides a hand into my hair, the gentle tug he gives me tells me he’s as needy as I am.
I lift my head and smile at him. “Impatient?”
“Yes, very. I am always impatient when it comes to having my fill of you, my heart. You are the loveliest creature I have ever seen, and I am yours.”
I move then, slipping up his body and straddling his powerful thighs. The warm head of his cock slides against me. I take hold of it and rock back slowly, easing down onto him. Jaak’s breath comes out in a gasp when I fully seat myself. Our bodies are flush, there’s no space between us now, I almost hate to move.
I lean forward and brace my hands on his broad chest. One of Jaak’s hands comes to cover mine, his palm over the back of my hand and our fingers intertwine. I lift my hips and slowly move forward, then rock back, and repeat the motion until I find therhythm I like best. Jaak’s hand comes to my hip, his fingers tight on my body when I start to speed up.
“Meadow.”
I kiss him, I squeeze the fingers intertwined with mine when Jaak’s hips rise to meet mine. “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop. I need you.”
Jaak moans. “I know.” My pace is faster now, the slap of Jaak’s hips against mine louder. When I cry out ‘please,’ he sits up, pulling me in to kiss him. He kisses me again, stealing my cries the second they leave my throat. My hands go to his horns and I hold them tight using them while I ride my husband. “I know, my heart. That feels good doesn’t it?” he growls in my ear.
“Yes! Yes.”
Both of Jaak’s hands come to my waist. When I move, so does he. His hold tightens and brings me down harder. We move together in sync, I’m not going to last much longer.
“I-I,” my words come out ragged. I can’t speak but Jaak knows.
“That’s it. Take me, take as much of me as you want.” His hands leave my hips and move to hold my arms. He holds me up while I chase the feeling of my orgasm. My hips move faster, there’s no rhythm anymore, just the frenzied movement of our bodies forcing one another to their peak. “Give me your pleasure, Meadow. My prize.”
I turn my head and see us then. The moonlight bathes us perfectly. I grab onto Jaak’s shoulders and bring my hips down to meet his again. The sight of his powerful body moving with mine pushes me over the edge.
I willingly fall headfirst into the pleasure washing over me. “Jaak!” My body seizes, muscles and limbs tightening around my husband.
Jaak’s hands flex on my hips and they move me to meet his thrusts when the only thing I’m capable of is clinging to him. It’smy name in my ears that he whispers when he finds his release. He falls back onto the floor and brings me with him. He holds me against him, hands gentle on my skin while I snuggle close and close my eyes as I lay my head on his chest.
Jaak turns and kisses the top of my head, fingers lazily tracing shapes in my skin. “I love you, Meadow.”
Epilogue
Five Months Later…
“Okay, so it’s a surprise. No peeking.”
“I would never do such a thing.”
“Don’t you dare lie. Yes, you would. You were peeking just this morning when I was trying to give you a surprise breakfast.”
“That’s only because I heard you arguing with the house. I didn’t know if I needed to intervene.”
He’s right. I was arguing with the house but that’s how it goes sometimes when you and your house both have ideas about what a birthday breakfast for your husband should be.
