“What do you need, m'lady…?” I whisper as I pucker my lips and kiss the nipple I just grazed.
Delilah's cheeks turn beet red as she bites her bottom lip.
“I need you inside me…” she whispers, her bottom lip getting tucked between her teeth again.
Hearing her soft, sweet voice, coupled with the way she appears so flustered, drives me wild, and I'm leaning up to conquer her lips again, settling between her thighs to give her exactly what she needs. I hook one arm beneath her knee, drawing her thigh up to get the perfect angle as I enter the warm, wet, inviting cavity of her womanhood. Her walls bloom like a rosebud to welcome my cock, hugging the shaft with tightness that feels perfect when I've filled her to the brim.
The only thoughts that go through my mind as I stare into her eyes, my cock buried in her depths, is that this is the woman I love, the one I want by my side for all of eternity, but the words are caught between our kisses when passion takes over and I start thrusting back and forth, pulling out to the tip before plunging every last inch inside her.
There's no need to rush things when we have all the time in the world, and my body is tangled with the woman I married.
My wife.
That's why this doesn't just feel like a bodily tryst, but the bond of our souls extending to a ritual that attests to my love for her.
I'm making love to Delilah, and for the first time, I recognize it for what it is. It's how I know what pace to go at, what moment to quicken that pace, because I know her so well.
Just as I know the exact moment she's about to come, leading my own climax until her clambering walls milk my cock for every drop of cum as her moans become the music, the rhythm of my hips follows. Slowing down, I flip onto my side and gather Delilah into my arms, her one leg draped over my waist as I remain inside her.
As I tuck her hair behind her ear, she lifts her eyes at me and smiles warmly, and my chest fills with pride as I take a deep breath. I press a kiss to her forehead and watch as her eyelids flutter, thinking how pretty she is with her long lashes reaching for the apples of her cheeks.
“Wanna head back home?” I ask, wanting to keep one more secret from her. Just as I waited for her to welcome me back into her space, I'll wait before I tell her how I feel.
Besides, we have all the time in the world, and nothing can come between us now.
Delilah sighs as she turns her face toward the night sky, her eyes filling with the glimmer of the stars painted across the dark, navy-blue canvas.
“I'd like to stay here for a while,” she whispers as she stares at the sky. “The view is so beautiful out here.”
My lips curve into a smile as I stare at the face of the woman I love, seeing the entire universe in her eyes.
“I know,” I whisper. “It's the most beautiful view in the world.”
***
I want to pinch myself to wake up from this dream, having Delilah in my arms while she's sound asleep, listening to the way she's breathing as if it's become my favorite song.
It's hardly a lullaby when I don't want to risk falling asleep; I'd rather spend every waking moment watching her and wondering how a guy like me could be lucky enough to have this spectacular being as my fated mate.
I lean in to press a gentle kiss on her forehead while she sleeps on my arm, smiling when I recall how insatiable we'd both been tonight. It's no wonder she fell asleep when we finally reached the bed. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, even when we returned to Scarborough after our picnic.
Taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with her scent, I lean back to stare at her face, just in time to catch her wincing as if she's in pain.
My heart stops, and I stare at her in the darkness, with only the faint, slanting rays of the moon filtering through the curtain.
She mumbles something incoherent, her face contorting.
“Hng…” Delilah murmurs, her brows furrowing as if she's fighting something in her sleep, her head snapping from side to side.
Quickly realizing that she's having a nightmare, I spring into action, sliding my arm out from under her and gently holding her shoulders.
“Delilah…” I whisper to gently nudge her out of her nightmare. “Delilah, wake up…you're having a bad dream.”
Delilah's eyes instantly fly open, startling me with how dark they've turned. Gone are the warm hazel of her irises, her pupils dilated as if she's in a trance.
Her nostrils flare as she glares at me so ferociously that I frown.
“Why are you touching me?” she accuses, shocking me as I let go of her shoulders and pull back.
