She was all his.
Seth took his time, slowly working his way south. There would be no spankings, no whips or vibrators or cuffs or safe words this time. Just the woman he loved and his love for her.
He prayed that was enough to satisfy her, at least for now. Because it was all he wanted.
Her nipples peaked as he circled them with his tongue, teasing them, alternating between them. Her soft sigh of pleasure stirred him, stiffening his cock.
“You like that?” he whispered against her flesh.
Leah tangled her fingers in his hair. “Yesss.”
They could never be “normal” with a picket fence and two-point-three kids in the yard. There would always be the dark corners of her soul requiring regular cleaning to keep her sane. But for this moment in time, with the sound of the ocean outside their window and a salty breeze to stir the air, she was fully there with him. He felt it. Her mind, her heart, her soul…
Her love.
He traced meaningless patterns across her belly with his lips and resisted her attempts to nudge him down where she wanted him.
When he finally let her coax him into settling between her legs, he peeked up at her. She looked beautiful, with her skin flushed and hair mussed, and her lower lip clamped under her teeth.
His wife.
He was a lucky bastard.
“Tell me what you want, babe,” he gently teased as he kissed her inner thigh.
She opened her eyes, and the full force of her green eyes hit him. “I want my husband to make love to me. I want you to make me come, baby.”
The word flipped his heart inside out in a good way.
Husband.
Who was he trying to kid? Maybe he helped keep her sane, but he’d do whatever, anything she wanted.
He lowered his lips to her mound and slowly traced her clit with his tongue. A soft, replying moan rewarded him.
Gripping her thighs, he teased her, not trying to make her come, just to keep her hovering, floating in a state of mind he knew she could safely enjoy without any sad or painful thoughts intruding.
Leah softly whimpered but didn’t beg, didn’t plead.
Didn’t slip into slavespeak.
He closed his eyes and pretended this was the first time he’d ever touched her, truly his wedding night—well, morning—spent long, slow, delicious minutes exploring her. Making love to her without guilt or melancholy or the sad ache in his heart that she wasn’t really his.
He didn’t let her come. He sat up and pulled her into his lap, settling her onto his shaft. She kissed him and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he rocked his hips against hers.
Seth slid his hands down to her hips and cupped her rounded curves. “I want to make love to you forever,” he said.
Leah rested her forehead against his. “Please. This feels so good.”
Caressing her back, he kissed her jaw, down her neck and across to her shoulder where he gently nipped her. She shivered with pleasure and squirmed against him.
She felt different today. He felt different. He didn’t want to drift into sad thoughts. Those would return soon enough when reality called them back to Florida.
To their home.
He slipped a hand between their bodies and found her swollen nub, gently stroked it. She moaned and rested her head against his shoulder. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Rocking her hips in time with his, he felt her body struggling to make it. Her breathing grew quick and shallow as a fine sheen of sweat covered her.
Seth forced himself to maintain his rhythm, knowing she was close. He didn’t want to break her concentration.
When she gasped he felt her muscles contracting around him and knew he had her. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Give it to me, baby.”
She cried out, sobbing as she clutched at him. When he suspected she’d finished, he gently lowered her to the bed and kissed her face, brushing her tears away.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded and weakly smiled. “Yeah.” Her fingers found his, laced together, and she kissed his hand. “I’m okay. I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.” He shifted position to hold her. Even though he was still horny, more important to him was holding her.
His wife.
He suspected she was drifting to sleep again. “What about you?” she mumbled.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. “We’ve got a lot of time to worry about that.”
He awoke an hour later to the delicious feel of her lips wrapped around his cock. He lifted his head and looked at her. She winked, then went back to what she was doing.
Fuck it. She was obviously feeling a little okay, at least. He closed his eyes and dropped his head onto his pillow. His fingers tangled in her hair.
He was close when she sat up and straddled him, hovering, not impaling herself. “How are you feeling?” she playfully asked.
“I’d be feeling a lot better if you’d quit teasing me, girl.”
She rocked her hips along his shaft, letting it glide along her slick cleft but not letting him penetrate. “Teasing?”
He smiled. “Teasing.” He cocked one eye open and glimpsed the ghost of a smile. She was beautiful. “You keep that up,” he warned, “and you’re gonna get fucked.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
He surprised her, flipping her over onto her back and sliding home. He held still for a moment. “Is that what you wanted?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” She tried to kiss him, but he raised his mouth out of her reach. With her arms gently pinned over her head, he slowly stroked into her.
“You’re a tease, babe.”
“Is that a problem?”
He smiled. “No.” Then he stopped and nuzzled her nose with his. “As long as you’re only a tease for me.”
“Only for you,” she echoed, kissing him.
Something surged deep inside him, nearly overwhelming. He took several deep thrusts and came inside her, releasing her arms and rolling over with her clutched tightly against his chest.
He cried.
They ate dinner at a nearby restaurant recommended by the resort. Then they walked along the beach, hand in hand, and silently watched the glow of the waves as they softly lapped against the shore in the moonlight.
He made love to her until well past midnight, silently and gently branding her flesh with his lips and hands. It felt so much different now. She seemed to feel it, too.
The third morning they curled up together in bed and watched a rainstorm blow in off the Atlantic. She lightly trailed her fingers down his chest, across his abs, to his shaft, gently played with him, stirring his interest.
“This feels right,” she whispered.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
She was quiet for a long time. “I miss him.”
“It’s okay, babe. I miss him, too. We’re going to miss him for a long time. Probably forever.” He didn’t panic, knew he could take care of her if she needed help.
Another comfortable silence. “I told you it’s not always whips and stuff.”
When he processed what she’d said he laughed and rolled over on top of her. “Yeah, you were right. Is this the point where I start yes-dearing you all the time?” He kissed her.
She brushed the hair away from his forehead and smiled. “No.”
“Do you…need anything?”
She shook her head. “I’m okay for now.”
He didn’t feel a dulling down from her, just a quiet melancholy that echoed his own mood. Her eyes still looked sad, without the humor and joy that used to light them from within.
“Do you want anything?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“What?”
She wiggled her hips under him, pinning his cock between her legs in an erotically wonderful way. “This.”