His hand caught her wrist and stopped her, pulling her to him. She allowed herself to be drawn into his arms, allowed his lips to cover hers, so gentle yet trembling from his repressed desire. If it had been anyone but him, she would have been scared when she saw how wide, how dark his pupils were, swallowing almost all the brown of his eyes until she thought she was looking into two pools of darkness. But she knew that look, she knew it was nothing but a testament to how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, and she started pulling him wordlessly toward their island.
It wasn’t really an island, just a small nook carved in its bank by the streaming water that ran along the edge of their property, separating their field from their neighbor’s. The water almost completely surrounded a carpet of soft grass and wildflowers, and made it a delightful place to be. They had picnics there, sometimes, on lazy Sunday afternoons. A few times over the summer, when the nights had been too hot, they had walked out here together and spent the evening lying on a blanket side by side, watching the stars and quietly talking. But mostly, they came here to make love.
Letting go of his hand, she took the last few steps by herself, taking her ankle boots and stockings off and putting them neatly to the side. The grass was fresh and soft under her feet, the murmur of the water a quiet melody, and she suddenly felt like dancing. She raised her hands to the sky, threw her head back and laughed as she twirled, her skirt billowing around her legs. When she looked at him again, he was just on the edge of their island, and his eyes burned even brighter with desire.
“Show me how beautiful you are,” he requested, his voice a quiet but sure caress.
She started unfastening her blouse with trembling fingers. They had been married for more than a year now, but she still felt some embarrassment as she slowly exposed herself to him, and by the time she stood naked in front of him, so close now as he had stepped to her while she undressed, her cheeks were burning even hotter than the sun was.
“I’ll never have enough of you,” he murmured, his hands hovering over her body, not touching yet but making her shiver in anticipation. “Even in a thousand years, I’d still want you a little more every day.”
His hands had reached her face and he cupped her cheek as he leaned in for a soft kiss. His clothes felt rough against her bare skin and, her hands still trembling a little, she reached for the buttons of his shirt. While she struggled to divest him, his fingers slid to her hair and the pins that held it in a bun. Before she could protest, he had pulled the hairpins away, and her hair was cascading down her back. Somehow, she felt even more exposed now and almost wanted to hide, but he seemed to understand what was going through her mind and kissed her again, trapping her hands between them. The unreasonable fear passed, soon replaced by want, pure and simple.
“Lie down,” he murmured as he let go of her, and she settled on grass as soft as the silk ribbons she had worn on her wedding day.
She watched him through heavy lids as he hurriedly rid himself of his clothes. She could remember the frail little boy he had once been, and later the lanky adolescent, but her husband, now standing naked and proud over her, was beautiful, even if he would have protested at the word. Tall and strong, his chest muscled from hard word but still so soft under her fingers when he knelt between her legs…
“God, Lauren, I love you so much…”
He always had that slightly awed look when he told her he loved her, as though he couldn’t really believe that she had agreed to be his wife, and that she loved him just as much as he did her. She knew how to prove it to him, though, and leave no doubt whatsoever in his mind. Sliding a hand down his chest, she took hold of his cock, her touch a little unsure but it was worth it just to see the pleasure contort his face. Leaning down on his elbow, he pressed open mouth kisses to her neck and shoulder, murmuring her name like a prayer. She answered his plea by guiding him to her folds, and he accompanied her movement, pushing in slowly when she let go of him. With slow, careful thrusts that pulled quiet moans from both of them, he gradually slid deeper into her, until he could go no farther and Lauren felt wonderfully complete.
... continued in In This Life Or The Next
