A light giggle wafted down the stairs, and I was already headed toward them. “I think you heard exactly what I said the first time.”
I most certainly had.
I switched to taking the stairs two at the time, arriving in the hallway where a faint glow was coming from our bedroom door, which was cracked open. I was there in less than a breath, opening it to see my fiancée standing in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming down on her like a goddess.
I didn’t even notice the ring or the stars above her head, because they couldn’t hold even a section of my attention over her. From the broad expanse of her shoulders, to the way her hair tumbled over them, only barely covering her full breasts. She’d taken to growing it out since I met her, and although I liked all looks on her, there was a certain carnal convenience in having a whole lot of extra tresses to grab.
“Naomi,” I murmured, my voice husky as I stepped forward.
“Yes, Rowan?”
She teased me, oh how she teased me, and I loved every second of it. God, she was perfection personified. The way her hips flared into those perfectly thick thighs of hers, the ways hervarious tan lines striped her in such alluring ways. How her jade eyes looked at me like she wanted to eat me and also be eaten.
I was more than happy to oblige.
Not a single thing in my life could justify how lucky I’d been to end up with such a vision, but I wasn’t going to question it. Somehow, I’d cheated the odds and ended up with the most perfect partner I could ever ask for.
“I love you,” I murmured, finally getting my hand on her indulgently, utterly soft skin. I loved that my fingers could sink into her flesh before being met by her hard earned muscle. The contrast drove me wild.
“I love you too,” she said, cupping my cheek in that comforting way of hers. I turned my head for a moment, pressing my lips into her palm. “And I always will.”
“Forever.” A promise.
Returning my gaze to her form, I watched as my hands slowly, delicately roved over her, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Just like the contrast of her softness and muscle, I also loved the contrast ofus.Her sun-kissed shade from all her hours spent walking her four-legged customers, and my complete alabaster, the only color to be found being my veins and my eyes. We were stark opposites, and yet instead of being repelled, it was like we completed each other into something truly beautiful.
“Forever,” she repeated.
God, I loved her more than words could even communicate. But thankfully, I had other ways to show her.
My grip turned firmer as I picked her up, and she let out the cutest little sound of surprise as she wrapped her short legs around my torso. With us finally close—still not close enough—I kissed her.
I kissed her slow, soft, and sweet at first. I wanted her to sink into the honey of it all with me, where the only thing to distractus was the slight pitter-patter of paws as our pets retreated from the room. They’d adopted that habit pretty quickly, which was good, considering how… enthusiastic Naomi and I could be in our bedroom endeavors.
“See what I mean about taking a break?” Naomi said coquettishly once we broke the kiss, batting her eyes at me in the way she knew always got me.
“Oh, my darling, making love to you isn’t abreak,” I practically growled before capturing her lips again. And this time, I was a bit more bruising, a bit more biting. Letting Naomi know she still drew out the fierceness in me, the beast, just as much as she drew out the gentleman.
That was the crux of it all, wasn’t it? As complex as Naomi and I were, as much as both of us were a series of contradictions, we still meshed together just right. Two puzzle pieces told they’d never fit in, and yet we’d found who we were meant to be with all along.
“Rowan...”She breathed, and that was like my battle cry. I walked her over to the bed and, still holding on to her, laid her down on my satin sheets. I’d switched from black to royal blue this week, and somehow the gem tone made my fiancée look even more like a masterpiece that belonged in the Louvre. Aphrodite herself, born out of the churning sea, filling the world with love, passion, and beauty.
“Keep saying that, my love. Keep saying that.”
I kissed her lips—I had to. She moaned and wiggled against me, eager to get going. I was more than happy to oblige. I made my way down her body, nibbling, licking, worshipping every inch of her like the besotted disciple I was. I could travel the world three times over, and I knew I would never find anything as delicious, as satiating as the woman below me. Literally and metaphorically.
I took my time, a difficult feat when I wanted to ravish her. A little delayed gratification never hurt anybody. Besides, my darling, my light, my love, deserved every bit of pleasure and comfort I could provide her.
But when I made it down to that perfect pussy of hers, it was hard not to rush. I hooked her strong, gorgeous thighs over my shoulders, teasing her for a moment with my fingers before I went to work with my mouth.
Much,muchbetter than emails, that was for sure.
With us approaching four years of being together, I was more than familiar with what got Naomi close to the edge, and what made her hover there, unable to release. But while I started with the intention to torture her just a bit, my eagerness got the better of me. When her thighs began to quiver, and her hands scrambled down to grip my hair, I couldn’t help it. I had to chase her orgasm so she would come all over my tongue while screaming my name.
“Fuck, Rowan! I’m gonna… I’m coming!”
Perfection.
Part of me very much wanted to take Naomi apart piece by piece, unraveling her with undiluted bliss, the other part of me was insisting that I was far too dressed for the occasion. So, although it pained me to part from her, I sat up and shed my clothes as quickly as I could without ripping them. And if a button popped, or a seam tore, that was a matter for another day when I was at a tailor.
