Page 113 of Lady Wallflower
She did not need to continue. They made love like animals. He knew it. They both loved it. He took her every chance he had, everywhere he could. And she did the same. Their love and their passion were healthy and strong, burning brighter and hotter than any flame.
He kissed her swiftly. “How do you feel, darling? I did not hurt you just now, did I?”
“You could never hurt me, my love.” She smiled then. “I am with child, but that does not mean I have suddenly turned to porcelain.”
Their lips met again, this kiss longer and deeper than the last.
“How doyoufeel?” she asked him when their mouths parted. “Are you…is this what you want?”
There had been a time when a child, a family, a wife, love, had been beyond his comprehension. When he had thought he would sooner perish than welcome any one of them into his life. But he had learned his lesson.
“I feel happy,” he told his wife. “I feel astonishingly, blissfully happy. You and this babe and however many we should be blessed with after—you are all I want. Now and forever.”
Another tear rolled down her cheek. “Do you mean it, Decker?”
He kissed that tear away. “Of course I do, my love. Now and forever. My heart has always known yours.”
Their mouths met, one in love and need and hunger. He rolled them so that he was on his back and she was atop him, and they made love again, slowly and deliciously, beneath the warmth of the sun.
The End.
