Page 67 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
For a moment, neither of us moved. When I opened my eyes, his were fixed on me.
A memory flashed. Of us in this exact position, not long after we had been married. Nine years hadn’t dulled that memory in the slightest.
Reaching out, his hands found mine and our fingers naturally laced together. He brought our entwined hands above my head and bent down to kiss the tip of my nose.
The ache in my core was overwhelming me and I needed Nick to move.
“Nick,” I pleaded, pressing my hips up against his.
Without pause, he started making love to me. His cock moved in and out with a steady, unrushed rhythm. The hair on his chest brushed against my pebbled nipples with every stroke.
I savored the feel of us connected together. Being with a man had never been as good as with Nick. And time hadn’t changed that.
My orgasm built slowly but with force. Long and hard, my body shook as my inner walls clenched around his cock. The moans escaping my mouth were loud and unfiltered. Everything about that moment was pure and real.
Not long after I started to come down, Nick’s muscles bunched and he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, groaning as he came.
We stayed locked together for a few moments while we both worked to regain our breaths and calm our thundering hearts.
“I missed you, Wife,” Nick whispered into my hair.
“I missed you too.”
He lifted off me, then gave me a light kiss at the base of my collarbone before going to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
I let the warm happiness of the moment flow through me before shifting back into the pillows and covering myself with the soft blankets.
It was still early and I wanted nothing more than to take a nap. Then we could start this day all over again. This time around, without the rude phone call from my father.
Though, I would lobby for a repeat of the unbelievable sex.
His weight hit the bed, then he hauled me into his chest and wrapped me tightly in his arms.
My theory about why he always wanted to spoon was because it put him in the best position to smell my hair. He always took a few long breaths when he settled. With every inhale and exhale, his body relaxed until he was asleep.
I took my own breaths and smiled again.
Sex, a morning nap and Nick. It was shaping up to be an awesome Sunday.
After our nap, Nick and I had gone at it again before coming downstairs to start breakfast. While sex the first time was slow and sweet, our second experience had involved much more foreplay and had ended with Nick driving into me from behind.
I was ravenous by the time he pulled the egg pie from the oven.
“This is really good.” My rear was on an island stool and I was inhaling an enormous piece of quiche. The
crust was golden and flaky. The eggs were light and creamy. The vegetables gave the dish a variety of flavors and colors.
I was famished. The only thing I didn’t love about the quiche was that it took nearly an hour to bake.
He grinned. “Better than Lucky Charms?”
“Say what you must about my cereals, at least they are quick to prepare.”
All week long he had been making fun of my cereal selection. It wasn’t until I’d gone away to college that I had been introduced to cold cereal. Now I couldn’t get enough of it. In my pantry, there were currently eleven boxes, all different varieties of sugar-filled kids’ cereals.
“What do you feel like doing today?” he asked.
It was nearly noon and the only productive thing I had done so far was shower.
