Second rule of being a good husband, let your wife have her way when she initiates sex.
She eased down farther as she sucked in large heaps of air, fighting to control her movements as much as I fought for control over mine. When she seated my full length, her nails raked my scalp on either side of my head before she got a grip on my hair. She wasn’t moving, only sat in place, enveloping me deep in a valley of her flowing hot magic.
“You feel so good. I missed you,” she whispered against my lips before she started a circular wave that caused us to moan. “I missed you too,” I moaned into her mouth. The windows had already started to fog from our heat. The raw passion, the uncontrolled lust, the pleasure. The freedom.
When her rotating rhythm picked up speed, I gripped the globes of her lush ass, wrinkling a portion of her dress while allowing my hands to aid in our quest for the ultimate high. I dragged the front of her dress down, exposing her full tits, unable to keep my mouth and hands off them.
“Khane, baby!” she yelled against my cheek. I struggled for every breath and allowed myself to sink deeper into the pleasure she dished out. She was so wet for me I could feel her juices leaking over my balls.
She slowed her rhythm again, and the pleasure came in sharp spikes that threatened to take me under with each jab.
“Khane?”
“Yes,” fell between my moans and harsh breaths. Her movements were down to a crawl at this point. She eased back and stopped, causing a heavy tension to mix with the floating sensation.
“Is something wrong? Are you okay?” She didn’t answer, but leaned in and placed the sweetest kiss yet to my lips and cheek and kept her face against mine.
“Before you steal away my whole mind, I have to tell you something,” she whispered. A seductive moan wound into my ear when I lost control, and my dick moved inside her, excited for more action.
Her warm hands slid across my bearded chin until she had it palmed in a caring caress. She captured me completely, her stare reaching in so deeply, my breath caught. Not even the dimness in the cab could keep me from connecting with her, so profoundly linked that we stilled as our inhales and exhales filled the truck’s interior.
“Arjen blew me away with his actions, so I wasn’t in the mindset to say any wedding vows.” She wanted to say wedding vows at a time like this. While I was planted inside her, so hard my dick was at least an inch longer than it normally was, and probably as big around as her forearm.
Khane,” she started, and I took a deep calming breath. I was doing my best to concentrate on her words, not the wet heat flowing around my dick.
“You are without a doubt, the love of my life. No matter what path our lives had taken, I would have never stopped loving you. You are the center of my universe, everything I ever wanted but never believed I would have. You have given me the other half of my soul, the part I have been forced to live without until you. I more than love you, Khane. I’m in love with you, in every way a wife should be with her husband. There is no doubt in my mind that I will love you even after this life ends.”
I had surrendered to her, the impact of her words taking my breath as my heart threatened to break free and fall into her palms.
Her lips pressed into mine and reminded me to breathe. She pressed harder, capturing my trembling lips while I stammered for words, too overwhelmed with emotions to respond right away. She knew how to reach every part of me, pieces that had been created just for her as she was the only one that knew how to make them work.
The first time she’d told me she loved me, I had frozen, much like I was now, but in my defense, I assumed she was playing a game. Now, I knew that she loved me with a depth that I couldn’t have even imagined. This beautiful woman loved me, just the way I was, imperfect, flawed, and damaged.
Our kiss brimmed with the same intensity as her precious words, words that I would never forget. Words I never believed would be bestowed on me. Words that held enough meaning, they caressed me in their overpowering warmth. With my forehead against hers, our chests bobbing in time with our breathing, I spoke the words I would say to only her.
“Love will snuff out the fires of hell and breathe life into the blackest heart. It has the power to inject purity in the most contaminated mind. I had never believed people’s assessment of love, never even entertained the idea of it, until you. I showed you the most depraved part of me, yet you found a way to see right through the madness and touched me with love regardless. Now, I know. I know that love is more than a word. It’s a person. You are love. You are the reason I breathe. You are the reason I know how it feels to dream, to laugh, to share myself. You are the physical meaning of hope, the touch beyond my thoughts, a wish come true. My soulmate. My everything. I love you, Desiree. My beautiful chaos.”
Her lips curved into a smile against mine before she restarted our kiss, her tear-stained cheeks wetting mine. When her moist tongue swiped my lips, I opened for her with ease as I allowed her to consume me.
When her movement restarted this time, she didn’t stop, nor did she take it slowly. We didn’t care where we were. We enjoyed each other, a husband enjoying his wife, a wife enjoying her husband with no consequences or apologies.
I had been blown apart by beautiful chaos, but she had pieced me back together so that the best parts of me crested over a mountain of pain and ruin. If this was how our marriage was starting, there was no doubt that we were going to be fine.