“I love you so much, Nat. So fucking much.” His low growl against my ear is like an electrical current, setting of a new wave of desire that I feel in every part of my body. Gone is the cautious, tentative lover who’d worried about scaring me. In his place is Flynn Godfrey unleashed, and I love him this way. I love that I drove him to this by asking for something new. I love knowing he’s mine forever and no one else will ever know him the way I do.
He drives deep into me and freezes, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. “I’ve never felt anything better than this, Nat. Ever.”
“Me either.”
“Do you love it? You really love it?”
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“God, you make me crazy when you say things like that.” He bends over me, takes my nipple into his mouth and reaches down to where we’re joined to stroke my clit.
And just that fast, I feel the tension begin to build again. I squirm under him, trying to get him to move, but he won’t be coaxed. “Flynn…”
“What, honey?”
“I need you to move.”
“I will.”
“Now.”
He’s smiling when he kisses me.
I tug on his hair, hoping to get his attention so he’ll quit torturing me, but that only seems to make him harder inside me. Groaning, I close my eyes and try to breathe, wondering how it’s possible he can get any bigger than he already is. I feel like I’ve been impaled by him.
“I’m not moving until you come again.”
“I don’t know if I can again.”
“Then it’s going to be a long night.”
“Flynn…”
He pushes his hips against me, setting off waves of sensation that fall just short of a full-on release. “I can stay here all night.”
“Help me. Make me come.”
He lets loose with another of those low growls I love so much. “I love when you say shit like that.”
“I can tell. You just got even bigger.”
Hooking his arms under my legs, he opens me wider and slides in deeper. Then he bends over me and draws on my nipple, clamping down on it with his teeth. I discover a direct connection between my nipple and the place where we’re joined. I explode. I absolutely detonate. I come so hard that I scream from the sheer pleasure that rocks through me.
He releases my legs and starts to move again, until he’s coming, too. Pressing into me repeatedly until he lands on top of me, big and heavy and sweaty and all mine.
“You wiped me out,” he says after a long period of silence.
“You demolished me.”
“What do you think of engaged sex?”
“I’m a little afraid of what married sex might entail.”
He raises his head and smiles down at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I can’t wait.”
Chapter 10
Early on Monday morning, Flynn drives me into town for my appointment. I told him I’m too nervous about seeing a doctor to drive, and thankfully he didn’t push me. Despite the travel mug of coffee he made for me, I can’t stop yawning. We were up really late “celebrating” some more and then the alarm went off super early so I’d have time to shower and mentally prepare for this appointment.
We spent the whole day in bed yesterday, getting up only to shower and eat before going back for more. So in addition to being tired, I’m rather sore, too, which has me dreading the appointment that much more. I can’t even think about our exciting plans for later until the trip to the doctor is completed.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he says. “I know it’s traumatic for you, and I hate the idea of you doing something for me that makes you so stressed out.”
“It’s not just for you. It’s for me, too. It’ll give us the kind of freedom all newlyweds should have.”
He shifts in his seat as if he’s uncomfortable or something.
I glance down to notice he’s hard. “That’s all it takes?” I ask with a laugh.
“All you have to do is look at me, and I’m hard. But when you talk about our sexual freedom… Well, I’m only human.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t wear him out completely yesterday.”
“He’s amazingly resilient. Can’t keep a good man down.”
I’m giggling madly by now as I engage in verbal foreplay for the first time in my life—and quickly realize I’m dealing with a master.
He brings our joined hands to his lips and nibbles on my fingers. “Yesterday was so much fun.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Tonight will be even more so.”
“I can’t imagine more.”
He has nothing to say to that, which leads me to wonder what he’s imagining. I know I’m a neophyte at all things sex, but I kept up with him pretty well until we finally fell asleep around four a.m. I worry about keeping him happy in bed. Will I be enough for him for the rest of our lives? God, I hope so. If he ever cheats on me, I’ll die.
My stomach aches when I recall the story he told me about infidelity on both sides when his marriage ended. He said then that giving his now ex-wife a taste of her own medicine hadn’t been his finest hour.
“What’s going on over there?”
I force a smile for him. “Nothing. Doctor jitters.”