“Then let go, Clover. Let it all go.”
He presses his fingers into me deeper, then hooks up, hitting that perfect spot right in tandem with him wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard. And I’m a goner. I soar right over the edge, and I’m flying high in the clouds. My body tingles from head to toe, and everything feels as if it’s been imbued with just a little bit of magic.
Only then does my husband relent on his torture, kissing his way back up to my lips, giving me a taste of what he’s just enjoyed. He kisses me slowly, then hard, and I’m a drunken mess with a strong pull in my lower belly because, somehow, after all that, I still feel empty. I need him.
“Do you remember earlier when you said you were going to fuck me properly?”
“Of course I do,” he says, his mouth kissing along my jaw.
“Now would be a good time to do that.”
He pulls back ever so slightly, staring down at me like he’s trying to get a good read on me.
“Are you sure? I know I said I was going to, but that was before…”
“Before you ate my pussy and brought me to two mind-blowing orgasms?”
“Well, look who has no problem saying it now.”
“Callum…”
“Clover…” he mocks, then laughs. “All right. I guess if I have to.”
“Look, if you don’t want to, then?—”
“No, no, I want to. I really do. I was teasing. It’s just…”
But he doesn’t make a move or say anything else, and I start to worry that maybe this was a mistake. Maybe we aren’t ready for this.
Then he speaks.
“I’m nervous.”
It’s the last thing I expected him to say.
“You’re…nervous?”
He nods, and I can just barely see the pink at the tops of his cheeks. “Yeah, I am. It’s, you know, it’s been a while. I know we’ve done this a lot before, but this is…”
He doesn’t need to finish because I already know what he’s going to say—different. He’s going to say it’s different, and he’s right. I’m not the same girl I was three years ago, and he’s not the same guy. And even though we’re still married, taking this next step changes things.
But I’m okay with that, and I need him to know it too.
“I’m nervous too,” I admit, cupping his face and running my thumb over the worry lines by his lips. I see the instant relief in his eyes. “But as you said, we’ve done this before. And yes, while it’ll be different, we’re still us—Callum Keller and Chloe Keller, remember?”
He smiles. “It does have a nice ring to it, but I’m pretty sure I said Clover Keller.”
This time, I do roll my eyes, but only a little.
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
He laughs. “As you wish.” Then he grimaces. “Shit.”
“What?”
“It’s just… Look, I know we didn’t use them before, but if you want me to wear a condom, I’ll do it. I mean, I don’t have any, so we’ll need to put a pin in this, but I’ll?—”
“No.”
