He slowly worked his way down her jaw, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder as his hand slipped down and hooked the hem of her T-shirt, easing it up. She’d ditched her bra in irritation over an hour earlier, which left him unhampered access to her.
Still working his way south, he slowly kissed his way down the valley between her breasts, ignoring her needy whines and her attempts to nudge him into heading to one side or the other.
He softly chuckled. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She fought the urge to growl at him. “You know what’s wrong. Please don’t make me beg because it’s been a long damned day.”
Another chuckle. “Well, since you asked so sweetly.” He nuzzled her left breast, lightly grazing his teeth across her nipple and drawing a hiss of pleasure from her.
“Yes!”
He cupped both breasts in his hands and pressed them together, working his way back and forth between her nipples. Each lick, each suck, each gentle nip sent another pulse of need straight between her thighs.
Somehow, Dewi managed to peel her shirt up and off and discarded it to the floor. Then she plunged her hands into his hair and held on, forcing herself not to immediately shove him down between her thighs.
In times like these it felt like she’d never felt pleasure before she’d met Ken. Like her previous life had been in black and white and now she saw everything in brilliant colors.
After a few minutes, he slowly kissed his way lower, over her tummy, sliding off her shorts and panties and then settling between her thighs, where he shouldered them apart and dove in like a starving man.
Dewi bit back the gasp of pleasure that wanted to roar free as a jubilant howl.
Yes,this.
Allof this.
All ofhim.
She’d long ago quit feeling guilty that she’d had more sexual experiences than Ken, because all that mattered was them,now, and their life together.
Although she still smugly celebrated the fact that there were many things he got to experience with her for the first time and had never done with another partner.
While Ken’s mouth did magical things to her body, Dewi’s mind finally unhinged and detached from her consciousness, allowing her to sink into and savor the pleasure he was bringing her. Tonight, he drew it out, building her up and letting her simmer, turning her into a boneless puddle of need and sensations, pliant in his arms and focused only on him.
She had a few regrets in her life, sure.
Mating and marrying Ken was not one of them. He was so much more than this right here, and he was growing more confident and instinctively taking control of her when she wanted and needed him to.
It was the thought that they’d get to spend the rest of their lives together celebrating their love that kicked her over the edge. He persistently kept her pleasure rolling through her, even grabbing her wrists and trapping her there so she couldn’t squirm free as he took advantage of her helplessness to get her over a second time.
Then, and only then, did he sit up, smiling down at her as she lay there catching her breath. “Better?”
“Almost.” She sat up, kissing him, tasting herself on him and licking her juices from him, finally pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him. “Thiswill make it better.” She notched him and then lowered herself onto him, both of them sighing.
“Oooh, yeah, baby,” he whispered. “That is better.”
She smiled down at him, lacing fingers with him as she started riding him. “Buuut wait! There’s more!”
He burst out laughing, which she knew he would because she’d pulled this on him before and loved hearing his laughter.
Like her, he hadn’t had much to laugh about before they’d met.
Squeezing her hands, he bumped his hips up against her. “I see what you did there.”
Dewi leaned forward, caging him with her body as she kissed him and his hands roamed her back, her arms, cupping her breasts and playing with her. And like that, it didn’t take her long to find joy again, with Ken’s release closely following hers.
She fell still, her forehead resting against his, deeply inhaling the scent of their lovemaking and savoring the warmth of his flesh pressed against hers. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “You’re not allowed to die on me. Understand?”
He rolled them to their sides so he could cradle her in his arms. “I’ll do my best, baby,” he said, tucking her head under his chin. “I don’t want to make you a promise I might have no say in being able to keep.”
