“I’m rather glad our first time was in a bed.”
“—and do it all over again and again and again.”
Mewling softly, Ivy allowed her head to drop back on her shoulders as his kisses tickled her neck. She was forced to let go of his member when he pushed her down to the bed so he could take one of her breasts with his mouth.
“I remember the first time you did this, you said more than a mouthful was a waste when it came to breasts,” she whispered.
Robert lifted his mouth from her skin to murmur, “I was a fool. A stupid fool.” He recaptured her nipple and nibbled itbefore moving his attentions to her other breast. “I am so much wiser now.”
She giggled and raised her knees in invitation. “Ah, yes, but right now I need the foolish you,” she begged.
He chuckled and did her bidding, burying his manhood into her wet and willing channel. Before he began the movements that would send them both to the edge of oblivion, he kissed her softly. “Ivy Anne Charity, I don’t know what sort of spell you’ve cast over me,” he growled as she lifted her knees to grip his thighs. “I think I am falling in love with you all over again.”
“Well, it’s about damned time,” she whispered with a grin. “We’ve been married nearly thirty—” She inhaled sharply when he did something with a strategically placed thumb.
“Still works,” he whispered, feathering his fingertips over her mound.
She visibly shivered beneath him, and for the first time in a decade, he once again felt true happiness.
Ecstasy was to follow a few minutes later.
