Page 16 of Infinite Love Novella

It was even nicer to close the door behind us and block out the roar two hundred guests created when they mingled in a ballroom.

“Do you think they got the food inside before the rain started?” Olivia removed her veil and laid it carefully across the back of an armchair. “We want to be sure everyone has enough to eat until the storm passes.”

Her question went unanswered, thanks to the fact that I couldn’t think of anything but how exquisite she looked. “You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” I murmured, dumbstruck. “I don’t know how I ended up with someone like you.”

She turned away from the window, where she’d been checking out the storm’s progress, and her smile made my heart skip a beat. “You’re not so bad yourself. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you ever since I first saw you standing under that arch.”

“I’m not doing much of anything else right now. Feel free to put your hands wherever you want.” I sat on the edge of the bed, beckoning her. “Here. Let me unbutton you.”

She turned her back to me, and I allowed my hands to trail over her bare skin before I started to work on the tiny buttons running from midway down her back to her tailbone. “My wife,” I murmured, revealing more and more of her creamy skin with every button I undid.

“I like the sound of that.” She sighed when I leaned in to brush my lips over her skin before undoing another button, then another.

“I like the sound of that too,” I agreed. Spreading the dress open, I eased it down, letting it fall away from her body. “And I like the sight of this,” I managed to choke out when her exquisite body sent all the blood in my brain rushing south.

She wore a pair of white lace panties and nothing else. With the silk and lace pooled around her, she slowly turned to face me. I had seen her body more times than I could count and touched, kissed, and worshiped every inch of it. Yet there was never a time she ceased to take my breath away.

She stepped out of the circle of material and into the circle of my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and leaning down until our mouths touched, allowing me to run my hands over her curves while my tongue stroked hers.

It took nothing to turn a spark into a flame, and soon, we were both rushing our way through undressing me. My skin burned where she made contact, the all-consuming fire that never failed to leap to life whenever we were together like this. No matter how many changes there were in our relationship or how being parents and business owners sometimes put a strain on our schedules, we could always come back to this. The undeniable and unrelenting chemistry. The connection.

We were both laughing at our clumsy, frenzied fumbling by the time I stood and let my pants and boxer briefs slide to the floor. Turning her in place, I lowered her to the bed, peeling away her panties and tossing them aside before settling between her smooth, toned legs.

She draped one of them over my hip, drawing me closer, catching my mouth with hers and moaning into it when I wasted no time sinking into her familiar, welcome heat. I couldn’t wait. Something urged me on, pushed me to take her.

As usual, she managed to sum it up in a handful of words. “Marriage is an aphrodisiac,” she whispered before running her lips over my shoulder and biting down when I drove myself hard. Deep. She felt like fucking perfection.

She wasn’t wrong. We had tied the knot and had the rings to prove it. That added something to the experience. Even though we had done this hundreds of times, I was making love to my wife now. Going slow, savoring every sigh, every whimper, savoring the taste of her skin and the sound of her helpless moans when I cupped one of her full tits and massaged it before pinching her nipple, rolling between my fingers the way she liked.

Her nails ran down my back, pressing just hard enough to leave me dancing on the line between pleasure and pain. I drove myself deeper, shaking the bed with every downstroke, drawing soft grunts from her. “I love you,” she breathed before moaning again when I rolled my hips, grinding my base against her clit.

“Fuck, I love you, Mrs. Goldsmith.”

“Oh God, yes… don’t stop…”

This was it.

All I’d ever want.

All I would ever need.

Her beautiful body, her skin against mine, her hips grinding into mine, increasing the friction, we lost ourselves to unspeakable pleasure that would only ever be shared by us—my wife and me.

“Are you going to come for me?” I murmured close to her ear when her cries rose in pitch, and her hips began to jerk frantically. “Are you going to come for your husband?”

“Fuck, yes!” She wrapped me in her arms and legs, clutching me close to her as her muscles closed around my cock in a vice grip so tight, I could barely move. “I’m going to come! Oh God, yes! Yes, Ari!”

Her back arched, and she gasped one last time before shuddering, giving herself over to the power of her orgasm while I worked for mine. Harder, faster, I let it consume me until there was nothing to do but let go and flood her with my seed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if this would be the day we made another child together. It would be the bow on top of a perfect day.

For now, I settled for smiling down at her, taking in her flushed and dewy skin and dreamy expression once she opened her dark blue eyes. “There’s no turning back now,” I reminded her between gasps for air. “We consummated it.”

“Good thing I had no intention of turning back.” She kissed me once, then twice before I rolled away. She sat up and stretched before looking around the room. “We should probably get ourselves fixed up. There are still a lot of people down there who want a little time with us.”

“You sound disappointed.” I traced her spine with one finger until she shivered, giggling.

“Not disappointed. I would rather stay in here with you, that’s all.” She grinned at me over her shoulder. “But we have plenty of time for that, right? Two whole weeks.”

After putting everything together, not to mention the usual stress of work, two weeks spent in Maui sounded like nothing short of paradise. “I can hardly wait to get you on the beach. You had better bring the skimpiest bikini you own.” The idea made my dick twitch, which hardly seemed possible minutes after coming. Olivia tended to do that to me.

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