Page 89 of Love Wells Kept

“Fucking—” I grit my teeth. Quit moving my hips. Try to stop it. “Goddamn it.”

My balls tingle and throb, everything tightening as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt engulfs me. I could fucking scream, both in utter euphoria and furious embarrassment. My cock pulses inside her tight walls, filling her with cum and draining all the achy feelings from my chest.

It takes a second for her to process what just happened, then, “Jackson, it’s okay—”

“No.” I shake my head, pressing a cool hand to my burning cheek. Fuck. “No, I refuse. I’m staying here with my cock inside you until I can go again. This is not what I want for our first time together.”

Her hands cup my face, and she smiles softly at me. Lowering to my elbows, I relish the repeated collision of our chests as we both fight to catch our breath. I kiss her forehead, lingering with my lips pressed to her warm skin so I can breathe her in. I brush away a strand of dark hair stuck to her temple, and kindle the fire between us with gentle, loving kisses.

Kate

Planting a forearm on either side of my head, Jackson cages me in, places his forehead on mine, and lets out a shuddering breath. I reach overhead to catch his fingers with mine, squeezing them to let him know this is okay.

It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before, given the lack of experience he had when we first started dating. We took our time, I taught him how to make me come, and in the sixteen years we’ve been together, there have been times when one or both of us come incredibly quickly…and times when we don’t come at all. It’s par for the course. It’s marriage.

“I love you.” I squeeze our hands once more.

“Just…give me a minute,” he insists. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” I say softly. Hopefully reassuringly. “Do you know how sexy it is to know it felt so good you couldn’t make it last?”

“I wanted you so fucking bad it hurt, Kate.”

“Speaking of hurt.” I wiggle slightly to relieve some of the pressure of his hip bones grinding into mine. “Should we change position so you’re more comfortable while we wait? Maybe that Hawaiian Pretzel move or whatever it was you said was your favorite?”

A laugh blows from his nose. I’m happy to have relieved a bit of the stress and shame evident in his serious features. “No, definitely not a more comfortable choice for either of us.”

I nod, smiling up at his handsome face. “Should’ve guessed with the word pretzel in the name. I’m afraid the butter churner is out, too. My boobs would be all up in my face and I’d suffocate.”

Cupping my breasts, I push them upward to demonstrate that, with the help—or hindrance—of gravity, they’d be consuming my face. It’s not even that they’re that big. They’re decent. More than a handful. And they’ve also fed two human beings, so…yeah.

Jackson snorts, and a smile sweeps my face, turning into a giggle as I carefully try to put my boobs back into a place that looks sexy. It feels good—the laughing, the sex, the laughing during sex.

“You’re sexy as hell.” He does his best to be reassuring. “If anyone is suffocating in your tits tonight, it’s me.”

“Please, don’t. I just got you back.” I don’t mean for it to come out so heavy, but it does. And it presses against my throat with even more suffocating weight than my boobs. I blink away the prickle in my eyes and press a chaste kiss to his lips.

His forehead knocks against mine, and his hips inch forward just enough that I feel a distinct tightening in my core.

“Fuck, Kate. Do that and I’ll blow my load too fast again.” His pained moan hums under my skin.

For a long while we lie there, joined together, eyes locked, my heartbeat chasing the steady thump of his.

“Want to know something? We used to sleep like this.” I stroke his muscular arm. “With you…inside me.”

“We slept like this?” His hips move in one smooth, unbroken circle to hit every spot inside me.

“It started sometime after your mom died. We were running off our feet at the ranch just trying to keep everything going without your grandpa or dad around. We both fell asleep mid-sex, and it was so intimate. I loved it, so it became our thing.” I hook a leg around his waist, pressing our pelvises together and eliciting a gentle moan from my husband. “It’s been a long time, though.”

The threat of kids crawling into the bed at all hours of the night put a stop to things like that real fast.

“No way I’d get any sleep inside you.”

“The half-asleep sex in the middle of the night is part of the fun. Seeing how far you can push it before the other person wakes up.” I tilt my hips to draw him deeper.

He lifts a brow. “I like the sound of that.”

“It’s the best way to get woken up.”