Amelia’s heart and soul had merged into a single form, and she pulled Tripp by the ears to meet her lips. She kissed him with passionate groans before speaking, having successfully taken her husband’s breath away.
“You are perfect,” she murmured. “I don’t know how I can ever measure up to that.”
Tripp licked her nose, and she giggled. She could feel his hands on her waist, stroking softly with his thumbs.
“You already do by just being you,” he assured her. “All I want is for you to be happy and to be with me while doing it.”
Amelia soared with love and fulfillment. She couldn’t wait to get into their new home so they could christen the new bed along with every other surface of the place by making love.
For once, they moved inside slowly, holding hands as they walked upstairs to the bedroom. It opened to a massive king-size bed with a window spanning the entire expanse of one wall. It looked over the sublime, snowy mountains sparkling under the wash of the moon.
They removed each other’s clothing slowly, standing next to the bed as they appreciated every corner of each other’s bodies with reverence. It was a new version of foreplay for him, but Amelia couldn’t get enough. His mouth tenderly touched each part of her, laboriously, beautifully worshiping even the parts of her she didn’t always like.
“This is a dream, Tripp,” she whispered as he pulled down her pants achingly slowly.
He kissed her thighs, knees, ankles, and the tops of her feet. Amelia was being touched so gently that she felt she could cry with utter bliss at any moment.
“The dream is real,” Tripp said, rising and taking her face in his hands. “It’s all real, and it's all for you.”
They captured each other’s mouths under the glow of the Alaskan moon. Amelia finally knew what it was like to trust because she felt, for the first time in their relationship, there was no rush during sex. It was a structure they would add to on the daily, a splendid, reinforcing representation of the tapestry of their intimacy.
They stood, holding each other, kissing like their mouths and lips were entirely new, for what felt like a long time. Rain began to scatter on the window. The silhouette of Tripp’s cock came into Amelia’s peripheral vision, and she took it in her hand like a sacred obelisk.
They moved onto the bed with Amelia on her back, holding onto her husband’s member with soft affection. Soon enough, they were wrapped around each other’s bodies, a pile of cocooned limbs, and Amelia had no idea where she ended and her husband began.
They made steady love inside their new home, the kind that didn’t race toward orgasms. Amelia adored the weight of Tripp’s body on top of hers, the power of his hands on her biceps, and the sensation of his breath sending goosebumps down her neck.
They both climaxed that night in soft howls, an experience of relaxed pleasure and surrender that could only happen when two people were in love. Unabashedly in love, Amelia pressed her chest against Tripp’s and ran her hands through his thick hair.
They would live their lives out just like that, with the ease of friends and the pleasant excitement of lovers. Their souls, bodies, and animals were finally fulfilled. Amelia would finally learn that she deserved every second of it.
