Page 32 of Marriage (Red, White &) Blues

He led me by the hand up the stairs back to the bedroom and Blake didn’t stop until reaching the bed. Maisie must have made it for us this morning. She shouldn’t have. Not on her day off.

I lay back onto the mattress with him following me down.

“Just so you know, I have an IUD.”

“The woman who thinks she’s bad at sex has an IUD?”

“No. The woman who got tired of heavy, painful periods has an IUD.”

“Good to know.” His eager hand brushed the strap of my sundress down my shoulder, where he used the tip of his tongue to trace my collarbone.

I found it hard to catch a breath with him so…intent. “It is?” I managed to get out.

His lips dragged down my neck. “Seems like something a husband should know.”

“You’re probablyright.” My voice cracked on the last word because he didn’t warn me about his finger, but God bless Blake and all ten of his glorious phalanges—the ones on his hands. Not that I want something bad to happen to the ones on his feet,but if he could do that with his feet then—oh shit!Blake, you beautiful, beautiful man.

For his response, he covered me with his body, surrounding me. Engulfing all my senses in everything that was him. And the night, from that point on, went torturously slow. He drew out every movement. The placement of each hand. The soft caresses. The way he moved his mouth along the tip of my chin to the top of my cleavage.

“Baby,” I whispered. I couldn’t tell you why. It was the only thing to come to my head at the moment. He stopped kissing me and shuddered.

“Say that again,” he demanded low.

“Baby,” I said again and he lifted his head to look me in the eyes. His were on fire. He drew my dress up over my body, tossing it to the floor, and he pushed up to look at me lying beneath him.

“Jesus, Glory… I don’t even… You are so goddamn beautiful,” he said before leaning back in to take my lips again. My heartbeat sped up to painful beats a minute and my blood boiled. I shivered yet my body felt fevered. I didn’t know if I could stop ifhewanted to. To let him know this, I found his hand, linking our fingers together. He moved it to the elastic on the waist of my panties and his nostrils flared. “You ready?” he asked.

I nodded my head several times. Blake wasted no time drawing my panties down my legs, leaving me in only my bra.

“I want to put my mouth on you.” he said. He…wantedto do that? My ex made it sound like the biggest chore a man could ever undertake.

“Don’t you want to get undressed first?” I asked.

“Not nearly as much as I want to taste you.”

Okay, so I might have blushed. My experience with dirty talk fell a bit…short. I smiled, giving him a nod. He dropped hismouth andoh, my god!Was it legal to do that with a tongue? I gripped the comforter in both hands, widening my legs to give him more access—every damn bit of access.

Panting. I remember panting. Other than that, I could only feel.

The vibration started in my core and worked its magic throughout my entire body. I opened my mouth to scream, but what came out was a plea. “Blake,” I said with a whole lot of desperation.

He lifted his mouth, watching as I squirmed beneath him. The man had to have broken a record with how fast he undressed. And the next thing I knew, he was guiding himself in. Me. Him. Making love. He moved slowly inside me, never letting up on his magical kisses or his roaming hands. At some point, he reached around to unclasp my bra, tossing that to the floor alongside my dress and panties.

His mouth coasted from one nipple peak to the other. As exhilarating as it was before, there were no words for this while feeling his cock thrusting and twisting. I touched him everywhere my hands could reach. But Blake pushed my arms down to readjust, moving up my body, bracing his weight on his forearms and he started to rock, rubbing against my swollen, aching, very fun button with every move. It truly became a spot of wonder and I couldn’t take it. We were in a sexual zone.

I didn’t know.

Sex and making love—not the same at all. Until now, I’d thought they were interchangeable phrases. They were sonotinterchangeable.

Blake continued to move on me and in me, in a way that made me lose all sense of time and space. When I finally couldn’t hold on any longer… the euphoria, I couldn’t explain it. My body erupted from pleasure. With several more jerky movementsof his hips, he followed me down the euphoria express and collapsed to the side of me.

His chest heaved. He moved his arm to rest over his eyes. I was going to go out on a limb and say he didn’t think I was bad at sex.

“Marry me,” he said.

“What? I thought we already?—”

“Tomorrow. Down at the courthouse. Marry me…” He moved his arm from his eyes and rolled to partially pin me to the bed. “I’m serious. I don’t want to only be your legal husband in Tanzania. I want to be your husband here in bed. At the bank. At the grocery store. In Australia.”

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