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I pushed myself up on my hands, my pelvis tight against hers, and sensed the beginning of her undoing. “It’s time to come, sweetart,” I warned her. “Here is the lesson. Don’t get scared. Just let it carry you away.”
“Okay, carry me away, Bishop!”
God, the way she said my name would ruin me for life now. I pushed forward, changing the angle of my tip to hit the spot so deep inside the bottom of her pelvis I suspected even she didn’t know it was there. Not when she usually spent her time trying to force an orgasm every time. Not when her immediate orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her pelvis thrust up against mine, burying me even deeper and rocking around me until I couldn’t stop the tidal wave from carrying me under the water with her.
“God, Amber!” I called, my seed spilling inside her in a way that didn’t make me anxious as it would have with any other woman. I floated in a pool of water that stole my sight and my hearing while I spasmed against her. My breath was on hold until every last vestige of pleasure had been wrung from my exhausted body.
I remembered not to collapse on top of her. Instead, I rolled off and rolled her into me in one move, bringing the blankets up around us to ward off the chill while we caught our breath.
“Did I pass?” she asked, her body still quivering from the desire coursing through her.
I kissed her then, and my tongue was warm but sated on her lips. “With flying colors.” I stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead, holding her to me in such a way I hoped she realized how much I cherished her. “Never, ever, in my thirty-four years have I ever experienced that kind of emotion, Amber. Did you feel it?”
Her head nodded against my shoulder, and her long hair brushed my bare chest. “It was so strong I couldn’t tell where I ended and you began.”
I kissed her again, longer this time with tongue, but still gentle and lazily. “That’s because there was no beginning or end,” I whispered. “There was just us.”
Fourteen
Iwas sitting on thecouch like a dutiful wife per the instructions from my husband. We had just arrived home after a Sunday drive, where we’d stopped for a picnic lunch at the state park and for ice cream at the cutest little shop on a country road. When we got back, he had the shades pulled to the patio doors and told me I couldn’t peek at the surprise. I knew Chris had been working the last two days on the new deck, and I was dying to see it, but crutches didn’t allow a girl to snoop and return to her seat quickly. Besides, after last night, or rather last night, early this morning, and later this morning, I was still exhausted.
To say he was a talented lover was an understatement. He was downright orgasmic. I snorted at my joke and rolled my eyes at my Instagram feed as I fed it pictures of cakes and bread. Even when a girl is on her honeymoon, she’s still got to take care of business.
We took care of business last night. I had no idea that the G-spot was a real thing for women. I mean, sure, we all know it’s supposed to be there, but finding it can be a lot like searching for Waldo in the dark. You just fake it and moan for a lot of unnecessary minutes. At least that’s what I used to do. Not anymore. Not since unknown rebel, single dad, sexy as hell, teacher husband of mine showed up.
I rubbed my forehead and sighed at myself. I had to stop thinking of Bishop as my husband. That title was temporary, even if I wished his presence in my bed and my life wasn’t. I was not going to pretend my life was anything other than a dumpster fire right now. Considering where he was in life, and after everything he’d gone through with Athena, he deserved a little bit of stability and relaxation. He wasn’t going to get that with me.
He seemed pretty relaxed this morning.
There was that voice again, and I growled at it while hashtagging Able Baker Brady does bread. It was ridiculous how many old ladies followed The Fluffy Cupcake account just to see pictures of Brady in his chef’s coat mugging with a loaf of bread.
I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. After our night of mind-blowing sex, I was exhausted and needed a nap. I wasn’t going to get one, though. I knew he had plans for the rest of the day. If I had to guess, I’d say he had plans for the rest of the night, too. Sacrifices would have to be made. A secret part of me wished I could do more in bed with him. My leg’s inability to hold me up made it difficult to be in more than a couple of positions, and I was well aware that I was missing out on powerful experiences because of it. I grabbed my phone again and opened the browser, typing in every search term I could think of that would get me the desired results. Finally, a picture popped up that had potential. I clicked it, reading the page, clicking to several more, and eventually, I was taken to Amazon, where I could get what I needed with one-day delivery. I hit buy now just as Bishop strode through the front door. He stopped by the couch and leaned on the arm until I was finished.
“How does it look?” I asked after I shut my phone off.
He sat next to me and took my hand, kissing the back of it before he answered. “It’s exactly what I wanted. It’s beautiful and functional. I also wanted to make sure it was safe for you to use with your crutches. Chris did a great job. He said it helped that I bought the prefab deck. I guess it was like snapping together a Lego kit.”
