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Just when she thought it was over, he slid up to face her, once again adjusting himself between her legs. His finger was still down, prodding at her entrance. Suddenly, she realized that the best was yet to come.
“How did that feel, dove?” he cooed.
She moaned softly, blushing. “Wonderful…” She gasped as his finger slid inside of her, testing her with slow, delicate precision. He was taking his time while she was so needy, so aching, so ready.
“Are you ready for more?” he whispered in that deliciously low voice of his that made her entire body tremble.
“Yes…” That was all she could muster before his lips cascaded over hers once more, drowning out all her doubts of being inadequate or not enough.
One by one, her hairpins flew from her head as her hair flowed around her face, falling down to the bed underneath her. For a moment, she feared she might look unappealing. With her pale blue eyes that could not see and with her small breasts that barely fit in the palm of his hands… But once again, Joseph showed he had the power to look at her and know exactly what she was thinking.
“You are pure perfection,” she heard him say. “I don’t wish to hurt you, but this might feel a bit uncomfortable at first…”
There was nothing she would not bear for them to be together at least. She just nodded softly.
“Tell me if you wish me to stop,” he urged.
Instead of a reply, she hooked her legs around him, pulling him closer to herself. His trousers seemed to have magically slid down his legs. Their foreheads came together, so did their lips, and at that moment, she could feel the tip of his manhood press against her throbbing entrance. It parted her folds, sliding softly in, then out, then gently, he thrust deeper. She felt full, filled, palpitating and hot. The pinch of pain was there but bearable. She pushed through, biting her lower lip then allowing him to do that for her.
A dam inside of her broke. All the longing had come to the surface. Their tongues danced wildly as his body swayed over hers while her legs kept him locked close.
“Are you all right?” he paused to ask, breathing heavily.
“I never felt more wonderful,” she whispered back.
The motion started again. She closed her eyes again, bucking against him, rubbing her pearl against the base of his manhood, a sensation which threatened to unravel her once again. They found a common rhythm, moving in unison until the convulsing pleasure caught hold of them both. His body tightened under the tidal wave of orgasm, and she followed immediately behind.
He rolled to the side, refusing to let go of her. She turned to him, barely able to catch her breath, pressing her hand to his thundering heart.
“I love you,” she heard him say, his voice bold and deep.
There was only one thing she could say back. “I love you, too.”
How terrifying yet how utterly wonderful to know one belonged to someone else in such a manner as to lose their heart, body and mind soul completely.
Epilogue
It was one of those mornings when he tried to do some work, but his mind was not cooperating. Instead of being focused on the endless pile of documents before him, he was wondering instead what his wife had been up to since he saw her at the breakfast table. He started to drum his fingers along the polished surface of his writing table, continuing to wonder about her. It had been almost half a year since they had been married, and he still could not have his fill of her. She occupied his every waking thought, and at night, no dream went by without her presence in it.
He loved her with all his being. There was no other way to describe what he was feeling for his wife, and also, what she felt for him. He could sense it in the way she spoke his name, in the way she would so tenderly trace her fingers all along the lines of his face, down his neck and along his chest. There was nothing about her that did not astound him, that did not make him completely powerless before her, for she was a goddess in her own right.
A knock on the door interrupted his daydreaming.
“Yes?” he called out, still lost somewhere between a reverie and real life. Not that there was much of a difference between the two these days.
Immediately upon the door being opened, he could see it was her— the reason behind his happiness. She looked like a ray of sunshine in her yellow gown with little daisies at the hems. Her hair was loosely picked up at the base of her neck with a few golden strands falling around her face, framing it softly. She appeared to belong to some other time, only lost in this one.
“Bridget,” he welcomed her. She gave him a bashful smile. He turned his body towards her, only managing to graze a small pile of papers that stood before him, so that they all slid down to the ground. He did not even bother to pick them up.
“Am I interrupting you?” she asked, hesitant to come in if he were busy with something, choosing instead to remain in the doorway.
She was always mindful about his work although, in a way, it was her fault he could barely get anything done lately. Her fault for being so utterly irresistible and overpowering.
“No, not at all,” he admitted. “Iwasaiming to get some work done, but your presence in this house is too distracting.”
He got up from the table and walked over to her, only to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close for a gentle kiss.
“Joseph,” she chuckled as if she still wasn’t used to the fact that he simply could not keep his hands to himself when she was around. Yet she still kissed him back lovingly. It was an instinctual response. “I did not come here forthat.”
