I have to bite back my grin. “Hold still.”
It’s a bullshit demand. There’s no way she’ll be able to remain unmoving with what I’m doing. I dive back in, savoring the salty, sweet flavor that is uniquely hers. The taste I won’t let be far from my lips for the rest of my life. So fucking perfect. She deserves all the pleasure I can give her. I add my fingers to the effort, fucking her while I eat her out. Based on the fluttering squeezes, she’s on the edge. I lick her ass, bury my fingers deep, and thumb her clit.
She screams my name, her hips jutting back, her pussy clamping down on my hand. I work her through every last tremor before she collapses. Pride rolls through me. But we aren’t done yet.
Her silky skin is irresistible. I stroke her from her shoulder to her lower back, stopping before I get to her sculpted ass. Time for the next phase of my plan to wipe the day from her mind. “Stand up for me.”
She turns her head and side-eyes me.
Yeah, I’m not going to feel bad about this at all. “Now.”
She startles at my tone and shifts to her feet. I grip her elbow since she’s still a bit wobbly. After I sit on the edge of the bed, still warm from her body heat, I pat my lap. “I want to spank you.”
“Okay.” The heat in her gaze confirms my plan.
“Over my knee.”
She carefully places her naked form on my bare legs, and I’m in heaven. I rub circles along the sweet flesh I’m about to turn red, mostly to get myself under control. My cock is quite happy to be pinned between her side and my abdomen. Only one place would be better, but that comes later.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
“God, yes.” Her breathy voice is desperate.
“Tyler.”
“Yes, Tyler.” Her small chuckle dispels the last of my lingering tension. “Please.”
The please nearly does me in. I take a light touch initially, bringing the blood to her muscles and warming her up. Then I add force to the impact as I go. My hand will give out before her ass. Hopefully, she gives out before my hand. The steady rhythm I maintain should be hypnotic. The pain will morph into pleasure. “Spread your legs.”
She shifts, opening herself to me.
I clutch her tighter. Spank her lower, a teasing threat.
Her panting breaths call to me to do more. A little harder. A little faster. There. She softens, relaxing completely into my hold. Tears stream down my thigh as she silently cries. I land two bold blows at the tops of her thighs, and she squeals, arching her back. I plunge my hand between her legs and pinch her swollen clit, sending her flying. I rub each tender globe, loving the way her cum spills across my thigh. She’s boneless on my lap when she finally settles down from her high, but I’m aching for more.
I guide her to the mattress.
“I want you, Amy.” I’m desperate to make love to my perfect wife. The woman I’ve nearly lost so many times. I cling to her, waiting for her answer.
She nods.
“Words, baby.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and dab a stray tear from her cheek.
“Make love to me, Tyler. I need you inside me.” Her sweet brown eyes pull me in deep. “Wipe away everything but you.”
Tears prick my eyes. That’s exactly what I need, to erase everything but her—but us. I shift between her long legs, positioning myself at her entrance and returning home. Her wet heat welcomes me. She wraps her legs around me, clutching me close. She glides her hands over my cheeks and into my hair. I fall deep into her eyes before I shift my arms under her shoulders and pull her into a kiss. Slowly, I pulse in and out, prolonging this perfect moment. Every part of us connected. Her breath is my breath. Her heart beats with mine. Our bodies, our lives, no longer separate.
Every day. I will find a way to make sure this, right here, happens every day forever. I couldn’t handle living without her ever again.
TWENTY-SIX
Amy
I’ve beenin a state of bliss since Tyler took me upstairs yesterday. He’s barely let me out of his sight, much less our bed. The sun isn’t even up when I sneak out of our room. His attention was exactly what I needed to get over the shock of the attack, but now it’s time I reclaim my space. My B and B. My kitchen.
I pause when I cross the threshold. My kettle is back in place, no trace of the water on the floor. But I can see what happened clearly. A shiver grips me, but I shake it off and turn on the oven. Moving to the kettle, I refill it and start it heating. I toss the hand towels I’d had hanging down the stairs to the basement and pick out a fresh set, placing them just so next to the sink and over the handle of the oven.
I lightly stir the scone mix until the batter is just moistened. As soon as the tray is in the oven, I pour a fresh cup of tea. A special blend of lemon and mint, perfect for watching the sunrise while the scones bake. I clutch the warm mug and stare out the dining room windows. Soft pink light peaks over the pine-covered ridge. The chill in the morning air has seeped into the house. The first snow could hit any day now.
