“Then come.”
“Not yet.”
His pace turned frantic, our breathing mingling in echoing gasps. His hand landed on my nape, holding me in place as he drove harder, faster. We were locked completely in each other’s spell—a bombardment of rapture.
“Please,” I begged. “More.”
“I’ll give you more.” His fingers shot down my front, landing on my clit.
I moaned as delicious shards of lightning crackled beneath his touch. I was a second away from detonation. A single breath from—
I came.
The lightning turned to a supernova, unspooling with the speed of light,exploding through my chest, heart, and soul. My entire body clenched and rippled, cradling me in euphoria.
“Goddammit.” Jethro’s forehead landed on my nape and he lost himself completely.
His cock jerked in and out, his stomach hitting my spine with every thrust. His groan cascaded down my back as the first spurt of his release shot inside me.
I didn’t move as he filled me, found pleasure in me. I trembled with satisfaction even though I still ached from my orgasm.
The moment his release ended, his hands roamed over my back, massaging kinks, showering me in a perfect blend of gratefulness and submission. He’d taken me dominantly, but he’d given me everything for safekeeping. That was real power. The stuff that came after sex.
He pulled out, breathing hard. The slick trickle of his cum marked my inner thighs.
Twisting in his arms, I smiled at the affection and awe in his eyes. We’d captured a miracle and lived in a fairy-tale.
“Come here.” His voice was hoarse and deep. Curling his arms around me, he embraced me with all the love we shared. The sex had been furious, but this was the epitome of tenderness.
My breasts pressed against his chest as my arms looped his waist, deleting all space between us.
We held each other for a long time, regrouping from coming undone so spectacularly.
Pulling away, Jethro’s eyes latched onto my mouth. “Thank you.” Bowing his head, his lips tickled mine. “Kiss me, Nila.”
Those two little words had become my absolute favourite.
I kissed him.
The dance was hot and wet, an erotic fusion of past and present with a lick of unforgettable futures.
Once we felt more human and not as raw and exposed, Jethro let me go. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he gently wiped his pleasure from my thighs and ducked to slip on my knickers.
I held onto his shoulder as he pulled the lace up my hips, hiding my nakedness. Letting my skirt fall back into place, I couldn’t tear my eyes from him as he tucked his still hard cock back into his jeans and buckled up.
Squirrel bounded from the undergrowth with perfect timing, almost as if he’d given us privacy. He yipped, wagging his tail as Jethro tossed him a stick to chase.
I smoothed down my clothing. “Now you’ve just ravaged your wife in the middle of the forest, do you want to know why I wanted to go somewhere special?”
His lips twitched. “Of course, I do—”
He froze, his forehead furrowed. “Oh, my God. You’re—you’re—”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, did your condition steal my secret? After all this time, you guess right before I tell you?” Stamping my foot with mock anger, I growled, “I can’t surprise you with anything.”
Jethro didn’t move. “So you are...”
I beamed. “I am.”
