Although my arms and legs ache still, they automaticallyhook 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 howquickly 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.”
