Hard to do when you’re not together, but we’d grown neglectful. It wasn’t just him. We were both at fault.
“What matters is we made another wonderful child,” I said. “Not how we made her.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh, making me shiver.
“You’re right, baby. You always are.” He trailed his tongue up the inside of one thigh and then switched to the other, purposely avoiding that pulsing place in between.
I moaned. “God, Brad. Please.”
“We’re taking our time tonight, baby. If I end up going crazy and having to pound you, we’re going to do it again. Slowly. We’ll do it again and again until we get it right.”
“It’s always right with you, Brad.”
“It is,” he agreed, nipping again at the tender flesh of my inner thigh. “Always has been with you.”
I lay back and closed my eyes. Always has been with you.
I’d been an untried virgin when we first made love. That night that had led to our Jonah. I hadn’t had a clue what I was doing, but it had been perfect.
He’d made me feel like I was perfect.
I’d learned a thing or two since then, but I still almost always let him take the lead. Maybe tonight I’d take the reins away from him.
Later, though.
After he’d eaten my pussy. Because God, that was what I wanted more than anything at this moment.
“Baby…” He grazed my wet folds with his lips. “Mmm. So wet. So sweet.”
I grasped the comforter with both fists and arched my back. “Please, Brad. Please. Eat me.”
I’d never uttered those words before. Never even thought about uttering them even when I’d wanted the outcome more than anything.
“Since you said please.” Then he flicked his tongue over my clit.
I gasped, my body turning to flames. I was near climax already. My God, how long had it been?
“Not yet,” he said against my wet flesh. “Not fucking yet.”
I moved my hips upward, thrusting toward him, trying to get his lips and tongue where I wanted them. He chuckled against my folds, a vibrating hum.
Then he slid his tongue from my clit downward, pushing my thighs forward and licking my asshole.
Something we’d never done. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to. Tonight, though? I wanted everything.
Every. Damned. Thing.
He moved away, though, back to my pussy, shoved his tongue inside. Tingles and sparks shot through me as he moved it in and out, as if it were a mini cock.
I moved my head from side to side, still grasping the covers, until I let go and grabbed at Brad’s hair, trying to push his tongue farther into my heat.
I ground my wet pussy against him, searching for that perfect spot for friction, that perfect place where—
“Yes!” The climax hit me with the force of a torpedo. My pussy shattered, making the sparks surge outward to my fingertips and then back into my core.
“You little siren,” Brad said between my legs. “I wanted to take it slow.”
“Can’t help it,” I said through clenched teeth. “Need you.”
“Then you shall have me.” He crawled upward, still pushing my thighs forward so my legs were bent and my thighs hit my chest.
And he thrust his cock inside my still-pulsing pussy.
“Fuck.” He pulled out and then thrust back in. “God, you feel good.”
“So do you.” I grabbed his corded forearms. He was so strong and glorious.
He surged into me again and again, and with each thrust, I became more his than I’d ever been before.
This was life. This was love. This was everything.
This was two people joined not just by children and their love for each other. This was two people joined as souls.
Soul mates. We were soul mates.
I’d always known that, always felt it, but never so profoundly as I did at this moment.
It wasn’t just his cock inside me, giving us both pleasure. It was his soul linking with mine. This went beyond the physical, beyond the emotional.
This was spiritual, through and through.
“I’m going to come, Daphne,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t help it. Can’t last. But we’re going to do this again. And then again. And then a— Fuck!”
He pushed into me hard, staying embedded inside me and releasing. I felt every pulse of his cock, every drip of his sweat as he climaxed, every beat of his heart.
Every cry of his soul.
Every. Last. One.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brad
Elation filled me. Every orgasm with Daphne was amazing, but this one…
This one was off the charts.
This one was a fusion of hearts. A joining of two hearts at some kind of molecular level.
Not the stuff romance novels were made of, but that was how it felt to me.
This woman, this amazing woman, was a part of me as no one else ever could be. We’d always be connected in this way. In fact, we always had been. This was just the ultimate exemplification.