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And as I undo button after button, the anticipation builds, turning our apartment into a gathering storm, in and of itself. My stomach tightens as she slips her hand behind her and takes hold of me, teasing me as I struggle to concentrate on the endless buttons. I can feel how proud and amused she is when I kiss her lips and feel her smile.
At last, I get the final button unfastened and it’s my turn to tease her. Slipping the straps from her shoulders, I let the wet, silky fabric fall to her waist and put my arms around her, sliding my hand over the swell of her breast. My other hand sneaks south, edging beneath the skirt part of her dress and the thin lace of her underwear.
When I touch her, her whole body jolts with energy. Her neck arches, resting on my shoulder as her back curves, pushing her backside against me. I’m no longer sure who’s teasing who, and I don’t care, as long as we’re hurtling toward the same thing, together.
“I want you,” she gasps. “Ro, I need you.”
Removing my intimate caress for a moment, I push the rest of the dress over her hips, where it pools at her feet. Her underwear follows, and she turns in my arms like a ballerina, her eyes glistening in the low light of our apartment lamps as she takes a second to just look at me. I gaze right back, both of us swaying slightly likethisis our first dance.
And then, our lips meet in a frantic crush, my hands trailing beloved paths across her skin, exploring and finding new things to cherish every time. I find a new sensitive spot at the base of her spine that makes her shiver, as my fingertips graze against it. Her breath catches, the sound stoking the fire inside me.
I hoist her up into my arms, forever loving the way her legs lock around me. And though I brush the heat of her, and it nearly kills me, I manage to control the pulse of desire as I lay her back down on the couch.
We lie there for a moment, with the rain pattering against the windows and the growl of thunder bellyaching in the distance, and we smile. Is there anything better than this? If there is, I don’t know about it. Don’t want to.
“My husband,” she murmurs, her eyes gleaming.
“My wife,” I reply, loving the way that sounds.
I kiss her slowly, and her hips tilt up, drawing me into her. My mouth pauses against hers, moaning low in my throat as we become one. We’ve done this countless times before, but this feels different. Maybe, I’m just imagining it, but there’s a power in making love to your wife that I never knew about, having never had a wife before. It’s…more. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it as I move inside her, movewithher.
A tangle of limbs and warm skin and ragged breaths that sing to my soul, stirring the inferno of my need for her to a fever pitch, I try to take it slow, but she’s a woman possessed tonight. And I don’t mind that one bit. Every moan and cry that slips from her lips is music to my ears, driving me onward, doing all I can to make her remember this night for years to come.
As thunder booms overhead and the lightning reaches us, striking down in a glaring flash of light that illuminates her like a spotlight from heaven, I feel her reach the peak of her own storm. Her muscles tighten, her back lifting up off the couch, her fingernails digging into my back as her hips ebb and flow against me, my fingertips still slowly strumming.
“Rowan!” she screams my name above the rolling thunder. “Yes, Ro! Yes!”
And as she moves her hips faster, I go with her, giving in to what I’ve been holding back since I carried her across the threshold of our home. “Summer… I love you, Summer,” I murmur, spilling over the edge of my own bliss.
She clings to me and I cling to her as I melt against her, burying my face in her neck, kissing the rapid pulse of life that ticks beneath her soft skin.
“I love you,” she whispers back, kissing my shoulder.
We stay like that for a long time, until the fear of crushing her prompts me to roll us onto our sides. And lying on that couch, with her in my arms, with the storm retreating outside, I can’t help feeling like it’s a sign that the worst has passed for us, and that whistling wind is blowing away the cobwebs of the past, until there’s only going to be good things, bright things, happy things in our future. Sure, there’ll be some bad days, but I’m ready to face it all with her. The rough, the smooth, and everything in-between.
“Live big, love bigger,” she tells me shyly, brushing her thumb across my cheek.
“Live big, love bigger,” I repeat. “And you’re the biggest part of both.”
She smiles. “How did we get so lucky?”
“That’s not something you’re supposed to ask,” I tell her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You just take it and say thanks, and I’m going to be thanking the stars every night for the rest of my life.”
“Me too,” she whispers, nuzzling into me.
I’m holding the universe in my arms right now, and I know there’ll be a video to make later which will likely just be a lot of excited screaming and hollering, but, for now, she’s all the therapy I need. My love, my wife, my Summer.
SUMMER
One Year Later…
“Big Bear,can I have extra marshmallows?” Grace swings her legs on the tall stool by the counter, pushing her cup back across the varnished surface toward me. She smiles mischievously and I can’t resist.
“Morethan eight?” I feign horror.
She nods. “At least ten.”
“I suppose a Little Bear does need endless marshmallows to grow.” I grin and open the big glass jar of jumbo marshmallows. “Pink, white, or blue?”
