Page 32 of Whispers of My Skin

“Joel, we should stop, this is a really bad idea,” I protest weakly as he kisses my breasts, nipping at my over-sensitive nipples. “No good can come of this, don’t you see?”

“No, I don’t. I’m done waiting. This is where we start over, make our marriage real. Where I make love to my new wife. Where we start a new chapter in our lives,” he whispers, the fierce tenderness in his voice disarming me.

Yes, I want this too, a voice whispers in my head. I want this man, this life. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

His hands are on my body, removing the rest of my clothing, and in the blink of an eye, I’m naked in his arms. I’m not shy or embarrassed, because everything about this feels so right.

This is happening. I can feel the physical proof as his hand slides under my hips, lining me up with the hard outline of his erection under his jeans.

Joel!

I moan his name, but his mouth steals my words. My body aches with a fierce need to be filled by him. I’ve been empty and incomplete without him all these years. Soulless. There’s never been anyone else, only him. I’ve been barely existing, nothing more. Now I’m finally coming alive again.

Joel slides one, then two fingers into me, arousing me until I’m seeing stars and about to explode. He gazes deeply into my eyes as gets me to the place he wants me to be.

“Joel!” I scream, as thousands of multicolored orgasmic stars appear in my vision.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” he murmurs.

But it’s not enough. I want him, I need him inside me so badly that I can’t wait another second. Thankfully, he’s just as impatient, quickly discarding the rest of his clothes before covering me with his big, powerful body and groaning loudly as he sinks slowly, deeply into my wet heat, stretching me to the limit to take all of him. I cry out once he starts moving inside me, as we find our rhythm together in a perfect dance.

He whispers my name over and over as he threads his fingers through mine and pins my hands above my head. As he slides in and out of me, my hips rise of their own volition to match him stroke for stroke.

His body invading mine is pure heaven. How can something this right possibly be wrong? Maybe it’s the endorphins, but now I’m certain we’re meant to be together, and I wonder why on earth I fought so hard against the inevitability of this, of us, for so long. So much time wasted, so many lonely nights endured without him. Should I have gone looking for him sooner? I don’t know, all I can think right now is that however we got here, I’m happy that Joel is my husband. He’s here with me, no one else and certainly not that bitch Cassandra.

“You’re mine, Joel,” I growl possessively.

Only mine.

“Yes, Tara, yours!” he cries out as he reaches his peak, taking us both over the edge, as we climax together.

Perfection.

Neither of us speaks as we come back down, lost for words. So many emotions, so many things that can’t be put into words.

Joel rolls onto his side, taking me with him, cradling me in his arms, gently nuzzling my neck. I don’t mind that he needs a shave, that his scruff feels scratchy against my skin. That’s how a man should feel—rough and hard around the edges.

I’m totally shattered and completely exhausted, so I quickly succumb when sleep reaches out to me.

I fall asleep curled in my husband’s strong arms, using his broad chest as my pillow, his steady breathing soothing and calming me.

Tomorrow is another day.

A new dawning.

A new day.

But there are still poisonous secrets festering between us. Question is, will this tender new beginning between us be strong enough to weather them?

“Are you ready to go?”

I sigh and give a reluctant nod. It feels so good to be in Joel’s arms, it’s my favorite place in the entire world. But we can’t stay hidden away from reality forever, however much we want to. We need to head out before the other ranch hands start returning, in case they spot us leaving our secret love nest.

“Have you decided what movie you want to see?” he asks. We’re heading to the out of town movie theatre, where hopefully no one will see us.

“Anything you like, just as long as it doesn’t have any fighting, guns or loud explosions,” I reply, kissing his neck.

He laughs. I love his laugh, it’s one of the best sounds ever.

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