It would've been a smooth move if I hadn't tripped over my own pants in the process. We both went down, hitting the pile of lumpy outerwear.
"Why is it so fucking difficult to fuck my wife?" I yelled, kicking off the jeans that'd ruined my attempts at getting her in bed without a disaster. I rolled, pulling Erin under me as she laughed.
She brushed my hair off my forehead. "Hi," she replied, and her smile was bright and familiar, and it struck me how much I'd missed her. It was the way you missed the sun of summer in the dead of winter, when it didn't seem like you'd ever know warmth again. I snagged her bottom lip between my teeth. "Show me that beastly husband of mine."
"I hope you're not planning to climb any glaciers next week, because you won't be walking right when I'm done with you," I said, reaching back to grab the protection I'd stowed in my pocket. I was prepared this time, damn it. "Hang on, lovely. Gotta grab the condom."
"Don't worry about it," she said impatiently, dragging me back to her. "I have an IUD."
I levered up on my knees, and the movement had my cock slapping against my belly with an indelicatethunk. "Since when?"
Erin squinted while she wiggled out of her panties, as if she really needed to think it over before responding. "About three years ago."
"But minibar condoms!" I cried as I positioned myself between her legs. "All the minibar condoms!"
She offered a slightly apologetic frown. Only slightly. "I didn't know you."
I grabbed her left hand, the one with the wedding band on her goddamn middle finger. I moved it to her ring finger with a growl. I didn't care if it was loose. "Youmarriedme!"
Erin hooked her legs around my waist and jerked me down. She was small, but strong. "I did," she said, dragging her lips up my neck. "But I didn't know what would happen afterward. What if it was just a dare for you, and then it was over? I wasn't going to be on the hook with your herpes."
Groaning, I scrubbed my hand over my face. Ever the pragmatist, this wife of mine. "Holy Jesus, woman," I said under my breath. "It wasn't just a dare for me, and I don't have herpes."
"Right, so," Erin started, reaching for my erection, "no condom."
I batted her hands away. "No, darlin'," I rasped. "No matter how we play this, I'm coming in thirty seconds flat. I want to be inside you when it happens."
Her heels pressed into my backside in agreement, one sock on, one sock off. Her fingertips skimmed up her body, over the soft plane of her belly and up to her breasts in a move that was a million times more self-assured than anything I could've expected.
"Nick," she said, her lips pursed in a pout.
Her voice, her lips, her scent, her everything. It was all swarming around me and buzzing with emotional significance because we'd made it. We'd survived research trips and board certification exams and all the adult bullshit in our lives, and we were here, on the goddamn floor, hot and desperate for each other even after all this time. I couldn't move past the rush of finally—fucking finally—having her in my arms. Desire was heavy in my veins, condensing all of my thoughts into primitive needs and wants. I wanted to take her apart and then put her back together again so that every inch of her was stamped with my possession.
"I see you," she warned. "I see that look you're giving me. If you come on my belly, I'm going to make you lick it off."
"Erin," I growled. I couldn't decide whether I was impressed or shocked by that suggestion. And she thought she couldn't do dirty talk.
Instead of exploring that any further, I slammed into her, and everything went fuzzy. I could hear my pulse in my ears and feel her short fingernails scoring my biceps, but my cock was bare and I didn't think I could speak if I tried. My body was acting of its own volition, thrusting and gripping her hips as words fell from her tongue in a chaotic tumble of demands and pleas.
More, more, more.
Oh, God yes, like that.
Oh, oh, oh, fuck.
Please, please, please, Nick.
I love the way you fuck me.
There was none of the measured patience of our first night together, and that meant something. This woman of mine, she'd been through hell and back, and she knew enough about the place to give directions to the newcomers. But right now, with those filthy words on her lips and her body clamped tight around me, the ghosts of that history weren't haunting her. She knew she was safe with me, and that she could trust me to respect and protect her. Defile her a little, too.
"Nick," Erin whispered, reaching out to cup her hand around the back of my neck. "I want you right here."
She arched up while I drove into her. Her eyes crinkled and her lips fell open, and I pressed my thumb there. I wanted to feel her gasps and sighs, and I wanted to own the ragged breath that came with her orgasm. I wanted everything.
But Erin had other plans, and she caught my thumb between her teeth. That pressure, followed by the soothe of her tongue, sent pulsations careening down my spine. I came like a tsunami, crashing down and then winding back up for more before it was over. Wave after wave until I was certain that only my bones remained as I'd given everything else to Erin.
This wasn't one of my countless shower orgasms from recent months, or the kind from a satisfying one-night stand, or even decent dating sex. This was the class of orgasm that compelled men to profess their undying love and promise forever. And I would've said it all, every damn word of it, but IknewErin. It didn't matter that she was right there with me. She needed a little more time to find comfort with the words, and when it came to time, we had plenty.
