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He nods again. “I was thinking of telling you next month.” Next month will be our first anniversary as a couple. It’s amazing to think that we’ve been together that long. “Some people can tell. Before we announced ourselves to the world, they didn’t know what they were sensing about someone. Once we were out in the open, those people put two and two together. When did you sense something different about me?”
I smile and say, “I sensed something different about you the moment I saw you mowing your lawn the day we moved in and you were about to help us move before you saw the movers brought four employees. I didn’t sense that you’re a shifter, though. Angel told me.”
He smiles so brightly it’s almost shocking. “You like that she told me?”
He nods. “She was taught only family is allowed to know.”
I frown and ask, “Well then, why are you so happy about it?”
He smiles and has a look almost like disbelief on his face. “Because if she told you, it means she thinks of you as family.” Naturally, that answer is breathtaking. So is his follow-up. “I’m really happy she thinks of you as family.”
I realize the disbelief he showed is that he thinks such a reaction would be obvious. I’m so happy with it, I feel like I might cry. Instead, I slide over to him and straddle his lap, pressing my mouth against him and kissing him urgently. I think he’s surprised by the kiss but it doesn’t take long for him to be very happy with it. I pull back and say, “She might wake up from her nap after another twenty minutes. And we need to be quiet.”
“Let’s not waste time then,” he growls and pulls my face back to his. The growl is devastating and wonderful. It’s strange to realize that I’m in a relationship with a shifter. No, that’s not true. It’s just strange to realize I’m in a relationship with a shifter and it doesn’t matter to me. Of course, right now, the only thing that matters to me is there are far too many layers of clothing between the two of us.
It’s damned hard to break off the kiss but I manage and I lift my shirt up and over my head. I take a break from undressing to kiss him again and then pull back to get my bra off. Before I can kiss him again, he lifts me up and stands. Our clothes come off a lot faster and when he’s naked, I push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him. I’m desperate for him and ready to go, so I don’t hesitate at all but simply guide him in.
He lets out a loud groan and I hiss, “Hush!” as I start moving.
Dear God, this feels wonderful. Okay, I know a lot of the flavor of the moment is just the risk that we’ll be interrupted. It occurs to me that doing this right here on the couch is damned stupid. We could still be interrupted in the bedroom or the guest room but at least then a toddler wouldn’t actually see anything. As though Raymond has the same thoughts in mind, I feel him move slightly and then the big throw blanket on the couch is draped over us.
That just highlights the urgency for me, and I move faster. Every movement sends tendrils of joy through my body, and I cut off several moans moving on top of him. The little whines and gasps that manage to escape are almost sexier than the louder noises we usually make and I feel myself approaching orgasm much faster than I usually do.
I’ve long since overcome the guilt I felt about our relationship. The past is the past and though the pain of that past will remain a part of both of our lives, that is no reason why we should deny ourselves the joy of a future together.
Letting go of the guilt doesn’t make the physical sensations any better—and as I cry out with what I know is only the first of several climaxes, I don’t think the physical sensationscouldget any better—but letting it go does remove the emotional inhibitions that would otherwise lessen my enjoyment of the experience.
He stands up suddenly and turns me over so I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread and he’s kneeling in front of it, I quickly throw the blanket over us, then shove my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming as he thrusts deep and brings me to my second orgasm.
“God, Raymond, how are you so good at this?” I breathe when my shuddering body can finally form words again.
In response, he only laughs and drops a hand down to rub my clit while he keeps thrusting into me.
My eyes roll back into my head and my mouth opens in a silent scream as every nerve ending in my body prepares to explode at the same time. The knowledge that I’m going to cum so hard makes the anticipation of it at once delicious and infuriating and when my legs grow cold and my stomach begins to tense, I whisper, “Oh yes, Raymond, yes, Raymond, yes, Raymond, YES!”
I only just manage to make the last yes a hiss and not a scream before all of the nerves in my body explode. I’ve heard the term full-body orgasm before, but I always assumed it was made up for porn and not something women really experience.
As my whole body trembles and shakes under him, I realize that there is indeed such a phenomenon as a full-body orgasm because that’s what I feel right now. Every part of me is hypersensitive and even the way the fabric of the couch cushions rubs against my back as he thrusts into me is almost unbearably intense.
When he groans and begins emptying himself into me, I’m still cumming so hard that I can’t grind on him or squeeze him like I normally do. It doesn’t seem to lessen his pleasure at all and I imagine the involuntary shudders and pulses of my body do a good enough job stimulating him.
“Oh my God, Raymond,” I breathe when I can talk again.
“Oh, yes, baby,” he says.
We dress quickly and when we’re both decent again, we share a laugh together.
We’re both too old to truly be called young but as we cuddle on the couch and watch tv together, I feel like a schoolgirl again.
CHAPTER TEN
Raymond
“Why does Kelly live in a different house?” Angel asks. “Why doesn’t she live in this house? I think this house is big enough for all of us.”
I look at her and say, “You’re getting to be a big girl.”
She sits up a little more proudly and puts her cereal spoon down. “I’m four-and-a-half.” Then she frowns. “But I’m not too big. Carly and Caleb are bigger. Everyone’s bigger. You’re bigger. They could still fit in this house.”
