Page 60 of Absolute Valor

Our bedroom was located at the end of the long hall, overlooking the lake and barn. He’d asked me to trust him when he designed this house. I had no reason not to, and by the grandeur of the room, I’m so glad I did.

Chase carried me through the double doors, into what can only be described as a dream come true. On the far wall rests a river stone fireplace, the mantle a solid piece of timber. The opposite wall is an A-framed window, with two massive side panels going all the way to the floor, giving us a clear view of the lake and my gazebo. As the night settles in, the dock lights are putting on quite a preview of how incredible the gazebo will look when it’s in the water. I can’t wait to take Grace over there, letting her look at the fish and enjoy the swing her Daddy plans for the structure.

The bed, is a massive four poster in a dark finished wood. A chandelier of wrought iron hangs overhead, at least ten sconces circling around the massive fixture. Chase pulls my body close to his, pressing his erection into the small of my back, reminding me of his promise earlier in the barn.

His fingers travel from my hips to my wrists which dangle at my side. His feather light touches run up my arm and shoulder until he reaches the zipper of my dress. “I didn’t get to tell you how much I love this dress.”

I could say something about the cost of it or how he better love it considering he is the one who paid for it. But I didn’t, choosing once again to let him have his moment. “Thank you, I wore it for you.”

Chase takes my hand, leading me to the white sheets covering our bed; I catch a glimpse of his wedding band on his finger. I expected him to protest wearing such a thick ring, or any jewelry for that matter, but when we went to pick out his ring, he smiled the entire time, trying it on for size and holding his hand a dozen ways to see it from different angles.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, his eyes are full of want for me. I almost don’t know how to handle the way he looks at me. “Audrey Morgan, you make my soul complete, giving my heart a place to call home. C’mere,” he commands, his voice taking on an air of carnal need. “Let me show you just how much I love you.”

Chase has always held me in an honorable way, with soft touches and sweet words. Tonight is no different, as he takes my face in his hands, eyes searching mine as his lips descend. Alternating between nips and open mouth kisses, my core is begging for him before he lays me against the cool fabric of the sheets. Lowering his mouth to my nipples, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks in, twirling his tongue over the hardening peaks.

Relishing in the sensations, I raise my arms above my head. He moves from one breast to the other, spreading his time between the two. Slowly, so as not to scare me, he begins kissing me lower, licking and sucking as he creeps closer to where I need him. I can feel his cock against my leg, thick and hard, all because of me.

My legs fall open, inviting him to bring me to the place I’ve known him to go before, his tongue and fingers working in tandem. I can feel him touching himself, stroking the silky flesh and I have to watch. Raising up on my elbows, I see his tongue sweeping up and down as my clit grows harder and more sensitive. His eyes are on my pussy as he hand is wrapped around his massive cock, moving up and down in time with his tongue, until he sweeps lower, catching my entrance and plunging in.

In the last few years, I’ve witnessed my fair share of sex. Ginny loved to be on display doing whatever anyone would pay her for. I’d never really gotten into it, choosing to step outside or leave altogether. Chase touching himself does something to me, my nipples tingle as my core begins to vibrate, causing me to jerk as my orgasm hits me.

He crawls back up toward me like a wild cat after their prey, I lay back willingly as I know this is about to be taken up a notch. He slides into me, the wetness he created better than any lube you can buy. He said we were going bareback, and I may never let him go back to condoms again. He is thicker without the latex and as I watch him slide in and out of me, I do something I’ve never done. Reaching down between us, I touch my swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pumps faster.

“God damn, Baby, keep playing with yourself.” Tossing his head back, his mouth dropping open and his eyes closed. He doesn’t stay that way long, choosing to watch my fingers bring me higher. Our headboard bangs against the wall as the chants begin, we are both climbing the hill, reaching desperately for the edge of the cliff. I can feel him growing larger, his face contorting, but refuses to look away. I give him the coup de gra^ce when I use my other hand to reach around and massage his balls. Three hard and thick thrusts later, he crashes on top of me, his breathing labored and his skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

His body begins to vibrate and I question what is wrong. Lifting his head from my shoulder, I see the largest smile on his face I’ve ever seen him wear. “Marriage sex rocks, let’s do that shit again!”

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