He’d had enough words and I felt his primal side take over again as he leaned up and away from me, his hands moving to my ass, lifting my hips up and driving deeper and deeper into me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me and I watched with true rapture as my husband lost himself in me. I loved giving him my body and nothing was hotter than watching him enjoy me. He moved me how he wanted, manipulated me to bring himself bliss, and I aimed to be anything and everything he needed in that moment.
I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him in deeper, hearing him groan with pleasure. I moved my hips in time with his, loving the idea of giving him everything, but also bringing myself back up, building another orgasm. He grabbed one of my ankles and placed it over his shoulder, his hand caressing my calf and thigh as it trailed back down to my waist. He pumped faster, the new angle adding depth, and my mouth opened with a moan.
“Oh, God . . .” I mewled.
“Yes,” he rasped. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”
I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t form words. All I could do was let him use me, let him bring me higher all over again.
I knew he was close. His hips moved faster and his hands were grasping me wherever they could find purchase: my hips, my waist, my shoulders. He desperately tried to begin and end inside me and I wanted him there more than anything. I hung on the precipice, just waiting for him to take me with him.
One of his hands grasped the curve between my shoulder and neck and held on as he pumped in and out quickly, and his other hand reached down and caressed me where our bodies met.
“Together,” he breathed.
And together we fell.
An hour later I was sprawled across Porter’s body, his arm behind me, my leg draped over his, my head laying on his chest. The hand he had behind me ran through my hair, his fingers trailing through my tresses as we lay quietly with each other. On his stomach lay a plate with a piece of cheesecake and I watched as he lifted a bite to his mouth.
“Oh, God. That’s good.” His voice was rough, sleepy, and sated. I smiled as he scooped up another forkful and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the cake and sighed in contentment as it melted against my tongue.
“Nothing in the world beats the taste of your mother’s cheesecake,” I said between swallowing and licking my lips.
“Hmmm.” He responded around another bite.
My mind, still high and elated from being with my husband, made its rounds through the random and happy thoughts flitting around my brain. I thought about Mattie’s party, how happy she looked surrounded by family and friends. I thought about my husband, playing with our daughter, making her laugh and making her smile. I was instantly filled to the brim with love and feel the familiar pang as tears start to well in my eyes.
I moved to wipe one away and took a deep breath to halt any others from falling.
“Hey,” Porter whispered, his finger wiping away the wetness from my cheek. “What’s this about?”
I tilted my head up to his face and smiled at him.
“I was just thinking about our day, and our life, and our family, and I realized that I am so incredibly happy. You’ve made me so happy, Porter.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and continued to glide his fingers through my hair.
“I promise you,” he whispered against my hair. “Whatever you’re feeling, it doesn’t come close to how I feel. There’s no way to measure the joy you’ve given me.”
I sighed and met my husband’s eyes. He always looked at me with love, but in that instant I also saw wonder and contentment and fulfillment and peace. My hand found its way to his cheek and I loved the feeling of his stubble against my skin. My thumb grazed gently against his cheek.
“Did you ever, in your whole life, think you’d be this ridiculously happy?”
His mouth quirked in a small smile and he leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose against mine, softly and gently.
“Never.”