“So do I. I ken I can confide in ye, and I want to. I think when I realized that, I realized I would marry ye nay matter what.”
Laurel smiled as Brodie ran the soap over her body before washing her hair. As he made her hair sudsy, she washed everywhere she could reach on his body. Brodie poured fresh water over Laurel’s head before she returned the favor and scrubbed his. She was certain it was the best bath she’d ever taken, not only because she shared it with Brodie, but because it washed away the week’s worth of dust and grime. She felt fresh and ready to begin her new life.
But temptation proved too great once again for the newlyweds as their hands ran over one another as they dried each other off. With a sudden and frantic need, Brodie pressed Laurel backwards until her back hit the bed poster. He lifted her leg until her foot rested on the bed frame. His fingers surged into her as her hips jolted forward. His fingers intensified her need, making her body ache with desire. She stroked him, alternating speed and pressure. She watched as a drop of creamy, viscous fluid leaked from the tip. But her concentration frayed when Brodie enticed the pearl that hid within its shell with his agonizingly slow movements. He rubbed over and over as Laurel grew more desperate, begging Brodie to ease the burning need for them to join. She gripped the poster over her head, barely able to remain on her feet as her legs trembled.
Brodie was in purgatory. It certainly wasn’t hell because Laurel’s body rubbing against him was hardly a punishment. But he was in limbo as he worked her flesh. Not yet in heaven but waiting for the torture to end and the glory to begin. When he feared Laurel was on the brink of frustration that ended her pleasure, he eased into her. He was certain he’d found the promised land. Laurel’s hips undulated against his as her nails raked over his back. He spun them so he could climb onto the bed, still supporting Laurel’s body. She pulled him down onto her as they rocked together. Bracketing his hips with her knees, she met each of his thrusts until she could no longer keep her eyes open. The intensity of her physical reactions and emotions were drugging her once more.
“I want to hear ye call out ma name, Laurie. I want to hear ma name on yer lips and ken I’m the one who brings ye the pleasure ye seek.”
“Brodie,” Laurel moaned. “How do ye do this to me? How is it always nearly more than I can handle, but always perfect?”
“Because our bodies were made to be together. We are a perfect pair.”
“I’m so close again. I can feel it. So close,” Laurel panted as she strained against Brodie, edging closer and closer to edge. “Brodie!”
Brodie felt Laurel’s body contract around his, milking his cock as he thrust harder and faster, ringing another climax from her before he could no longer hold back. “Yes,” he growled as he surged into her, uncaring if he was rough since she encouraged him, begging him to keep going. “Laurie!”
They collapsed together, rung dry once more. Brodie’s arms shook as he rested on his forearms, trying not to crush Laurel. She pressed him down onto her, and he rocked his hips against her gently, sensing she still wanted more despite her breathlessness. When she moaned, and her back arched, he knew he rang the last drop of strength from her and left her blissful. They lay together in silence, content with one another’s company as they basked in the afterglow.
