“I love you,” he repeated as he pushed forward, using his other hand to brush a stray curl from her face. “I love you more than anything in the world, Anna.”
Anna waited for the discomfort to come, but she was already adjusting to his size. Even so, when he was halfway inside her, she jolted, shivering. He was moving agonizingly slowly, and it only made her need him more. Part of her wondered if that was why he was taking his time, for she did not know why else he would continue to deprive himself too.
“I love you too,” she moaned as they moved. “It is quite all right, I can take it.”
“Thank God,” he groaned, losing his composure and taking her in one fluid motion.
Once again, he paused, allowing her to overcome the dazed feeling that washed over her. He filled her completely, and he seemed to preemptively cover her mouth slightly in case she was too loud, only to pull it away again.
“Ignore that,” he instructed. “I wish to hear you.”
He did not wait as long as he had the first time before moving, and Anna could only assume that it was because he could not control himself. It made her feel all the more desired, which in turn made her more aroused. He thrusted in long strokes, pinning her in place as he took her. Their faces were close to one another, and he gave her long kisses as he moved. He kept a steady rhythm, and Anna knew that soon it would give way, which would mean that he was close.
“You are divine,” he muttered in her ear, followed by an expletive as he slammed his hand against the headboard.
Once he had steadied himself, he used his fingertips to trace lines up and down her torso, finally settling on her breasts. He rolled his palm over them, squeezing them gently, and once again Anna felt a pressure building in her stomach.
Even though he was taking pains to be gentle with her, she felt ravaged. It was the most incredible feeling, and yet as much as she wanted it to continue, she wanted the divine feeling she had when it came to an end.
She knew that there was no use in trying to decide what she wanted, and she was better off letting herself feel as she did without anticipation, but it was difficult to do so when she knew what was to come.
“Please,” she begged. “I cannot last much longer. Please, Spencer.”
“What is it?” he teased. “What do you want from me, Dear?”
“You know what I want,” she whimpered, and he tutted.
“Use your words. You know I like to hear them.”
“I want you to– I want you to climax.”
“There you are.”
With that, he put her legs firmly around his waist and grew rougher with her, his rhythm giving way, which made Anna lose herself. And yet, as she crumbled around him, she felt herself be rebuilt again. It was everything that she had imagined when she would lie alone at night, something she knew would never happen again.
He was home, and he was not going anywhere without her, which meant a lifetime of feeling like the most beautiful woman, the most loved, and the most pleasured. The thought of it, along with him taking her face gently in his hand, was enough for her to come entirely undone.
“Spencer!” she gasped, the tension releasing as she cried out against his chest.
“Oh, Anna,” he groaned, suddenly pausing. “If you tighten like that, I will–”
Another groan followed, and once more she felt the delicious pulsing feeling that he gave her as he released, and she was desperate for him not to withdraw. She felt empty without him, but as he pulled out, he held her close, surrounding her with his warmth.
“Did it hurt that time?” he asked. “I did not mean to handle you so roughly there, but I could not help myself. You felt too good for me to hold back.”
“That was my favorite part,” she countered, “and no, you did not hurt me. I should like to think that you will never do that again.”
“I will do all that I can to make it so,” he nodded as they settled into the covers. “I want you to be happy, Anna. I know that it may not have always felt that way, but it is the truth.”
“I know. I think a part of me has always known. As misguided as you were, I know that you were trying to do what you thought was best.”
“I was,” he assured her. “I have made so many mistakes, and I cannot claim that I will never make another, but I will always tell you what I plan to do. I will always come to you first.”
And that,” she said warmly as she kissed him, “is all that I ask of you. Well, that and that you give me such pleasure as that more.”
“Consider it done.”
Anna could feel herself falling asleep, even though she wanted to speak with her husband more. She wanted to ask him so many things, to know just what had led to him being so afraid of telling her the truth and what had made him change his mind at last, but they were in a moment of pure bliss, and she wished to remain in it. She did not need to know everything, not when they would have the rest of their lives to learn everything about one another.
