Page 37 of Beyond our Forever

“You want your mother to organize a search party to come find us?”

He replied with a lot of words that I prefer not to repeat.

“I’m dying to know what you’re hiding under that dress, Mrs. Leighton.”

“Well, it looks like you’re going to have to wait a little longer.”

As we drove through the streets of Tucson, the horns of other cars blared as they joined in in the celebration.

After a few minutes, we decided we might as well go with the flow and enjoy it, so we both relaxed, ready to celebrate the future that awaited us together.

Fortunately, that day the discomforts of the first trimester decided not to manifest themselves, allowing me to enjoy my wedding day without throwing the food into the toilet.

“Ready?” Bruce hugged me from behind.

“I can’t wait to get home and take off these shoes,” I replied, exhaustion beginning to take its toll on me.

“Who told you we’re going home?”

He had made plans.

Uh, Uh, the night that was waiting for me.

Was it time to say goodbye?

That night Bruce loved me slowly, using his hands and mouth, using his experience, more than that, putting himself at my service. So deliciously…

I had always believed that I wasn’t able to experience that kind of desire, but every time we were together he would show me how wrong I was.

The tenderness with which his lips crossed my bare skin made me desperate and I yielded all my secrets at that perfect moment.

When I welcomed his body for the first time as my husband, he found me wet and hot, while Bruce seemed more of a man to me than ever, enveloping me with the security of someone confident in his own skin.

There was no doubt, he was a husband making love to his wife. It wasn’t just sex, it was much more, because in the middle of those rumpled sheets it wasn’t just about either him or me, it was about us.

One thrust, then another and another. The air left my body, leaving room for much more delicious, satisfying things.

Those that lead to ecstasy, to euphoria.

To the most beautiful encounters, skin to skin, body to body.

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My brother had gone above and beyond when organizing our honeymoon. Not only had he bought the airfare for us and rented a car, but he had also booked a cottage in a quaint hotel in St. Helena, right in front of the vineyards. The scenery was wonderful, incredibly romantic. As if that wasn’t enough, we had dined by candlelight in one of the most prestigious wineries in the region. It was all perfect for us, the gift of someone who knew us well. Warren offered us the perfect escape from reality.

A walk in the clouds.

And if you add to that a devoted and passionate man, the result could not be anything other than total perfection.

I loved sleeping wrapped in the warmth of my husband’s arms, but the next morning I woke up feeling strange. A shake, something like an electric shock brought me back with the speed of lightning.

I groaned from the pain, bringing my hands to my belly, and Bruce, who was sleeping hugging my back, immediately woke up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, pale as a ghost.

I wasn’t able to answer him, the pain kept me from moving, it was so bad that I couldn’t even get out of bed. But when I lifted the sheets covering our naked bodies I knew immediately that something wasn’t right.

My thighs were stained with blood.

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