“None of that, now.” Warren changes tack and kisses the barrier of my fingers, slipping his tongue through the gap to lap at me. “Don’t hide from your husband, wife.”
Still covering myself, I collapse back onto the bed with a ragged gasp, utterly unable to stay upright with the sins this man is committing with his mouth. There’s just too much of everything. Too much man, too much bliss. Too much wetness wrapped around my fingertips. He’s—oh God. The man is sucking on them. “Warren…”
He pulls off my fingers with a pop, and I’m both amazed and appalled at the shine coating his chin. “Give yourself to me and let me love you.”
Let me love you.
If he keeps on, he’s going to love me straight into death.A broken moan escapes my lips as I shudder at the vision my mind conjures up. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Of course you can.” Warren entices me with another long lick that has my thighs tightening around him so much that it’s a wonder he can still breathe. “Do you like it?”
“Too much. It’s too much.” A moan slips through before I can stop it, but it’s the sharpest agony on a blade of pleasure.
“Mhmm.” He moves to the crease where hip meets inner thigh and sucks in a long pull that makes me shudder. “Sounds like you like it, though. I can do it softer if you want. Slower. Savor you and worship this pretty little pussy that needs tender touches for her very first time.”
The words to correct him bubble up, but I close my jaw before the first syllable can slip through. He’s right. This is my first time with my husband. The other side of my thigh receives the same teasing caress, and that’s all it takes for my hand to fall away in surrender.
A murmur of satisfaction from him, and then he keeps his promise.
Face buried between my legs.
Mouth latched on with the gentlest of kisses.
Tongue softly lapping at my center.
He follows every rolling lift of my hips, never letting up as he lays savage hold to my body. I don’t know what to do with this ache, this unfamiliar tension building up inside of me. The room blurs and a high pitched hum rings in my ears as I claw the sheets, desperate for something to hold, to anchor me against the rising tide.
“Warren!” I call his name in a pitiful sob. “Help me. I can’t take this! I…I can’t…” His hands wrap around my wrists, pulling them away from me, and it’s too much. I’m pinned to the bed by his mouth, cradling his body with my thighs, and connected to his soul by our palms.
At the very moment his fingers thread through mine and lock, his name leaves my lips on a silent scream as the most unimaginable thrill assails me. I writhe beneath him, but there’s no escape. And if I had the presence of mind to be honest with myself, I don’t want to evade the way he stretches me wide and uses his shoulders to hold me down and accept the rapture his love brings.
“Oh, God…” I groan, low and breathy when he keeps going. The sensation is heightened even further than before now that I’ve reached completion. I squeeze his hands. “Done. I’m—Christ! I’m done! Stop…please stop!”
Warren turns his face to my inner thigh instead, breathing heavily. “Goddamn, wife. I’m done, too.”
I stiffen. “You didn’t like it?”
“Oh, I loved it. I could live between your legs if you let me. And if I died between them, I’d still be the luckiest of men because I’d die with the taste of you on my tongue.” Warren drags himself upward, hardly pausing to wipe his mouth before he kisses my own slack lips. “But I couldn’t exactly control myself.”
“What do you mean?” I think he controlled himself just fine, especially stopping when I asked him to. He ruefully gestures to his lower half, and that’s when I notice the wet spot. “You came in your pants?”
“That’s how much you drive me crazy with need, wife,” he says as he kicks them off and changes into another pair. “You should be proud.”
“You’re crazy.” Air stings my lungs as I exhale a shaky laugh and slowly come down from the ecstasy he just brought me. Sin has no place in heaven, but that’s exactlywhat happened with my husband. And he enjoyed it so much that he came from it?
Then the high crashes, and my lips tremble as I begin to shake. One tear breaks free, and then another. Why is sadness crowding my happiness after the one good experience I’ve ever had with a man? “I’m sorry.” I furiously scrub my face. “I don’t…I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Hey now, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Warren pulls me in tight and throws a heavy leg over both of mine. “You just let it all out, just give it all to me. It’s my arms you’re in now, wife, and you’re safe here. You did so good falling apart for me, Mara. So good.”
“I’m not dirty now that you’ve had me?” I hiccup miserably.
“Never,” he swears. “You were never dirty, and you never will be. And nothing will ever make me think that way about you.”
But I have one more burning question that demands an answer. “And…and I’m still beautiful?” I don’t care what other men have thought about me. My husband’s is the only opinion that matters, but seeing that part of me and then the crying, sweaty mess I am now might change his mind.
Rough palms cradle my face. “Always, Mara. You’re beautiful now, and when we’ve been married until we’re old and gray, you’ll still be just as beautiful to me then.”
I believe him.
