Page 134 of A Temporary Forever

“Fuck, Celeste, you should see how well you take me. Such a beautiful greedy pussy.”

I’m channeling my frustration and my adoration into every thrust. Never have I invested this much into chasing someone else’s pleasure.

Never have I had a woman in my bed.

Never have I imagined it might feel this natural with anyone.

But this is not just anyone. This is Celeste. The only woman that made it this far.

To my bed. To my heart. To my fucking soul.

The tingling builds at the base of my spine, but fuck, I need her to get there first. I snake my hand around and pinch her clit.

Her arms slide from the headboard, her head dropping into the pillow as she tenses and squeezes around me.

“Oh my God, Cal-Cal-Caleb.”

Her chanting sends me over the edge and I roar as I spill inside her.

Claiming her.

Marking her.

Making her mine, finally.

My wife.

The evening sunlight streams through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue over my bedroom. Our bedroom.

Celeste nestles her head on my chest, and I hold Celeste in a tight embrace. Like my body is on board with her intrusion into my private space, but my mind still needs more proof she is really here. That I really let her this close.

We’ve stayed in bed today. Fucking. Laughing. Talking. Eating. The day has been floating in a lazy, but very satisfying way.

I don’t think I’ve spent an entire day in bed since I was a teenager, and definitely never with a woman. My encounters have always been quick and selfish. Today, I’m doting on my wife, and the result is a new level of satisfaction.

I glance down at her, marveling at how peaceful she looks. There’s a slight curve to her lips, a hint of a smile that hasn’t quite faded all day.

Her eyes are filled with a warmth that makes my chest ache in the best way possible.

Is this really my new reality? This easy companionship,this effortless joy? It feels almost too good to be true.

Celeste catches my reverie. “What’s that look for?” Her eyebrows quirk.

I shrug, giving her a lopsided grin. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile widens. “You sap.”

I pinch her and she squeals, elbowing me. We roll around in a half-hearted fight, both of us laughing.

My laugh is the kind that comes from deep in my chest, the kind that only she can pull from me.

I settle on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. “I’ve never thought spending a day with someone doing nothing could be this satisfying.”

“Obviously I’m great company.” She grins, but then grows serious, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze, full of want and need and adoration.

The L word is on the tip of my tongue, but she speaks again. “I think we should plan a trip with Mia, take her out of the city for a weekend. Or maybe just the two of you should go away together.”

That’s not where I thought her mind went, but the fact that in this intimate moment, she thinks about my relationship with Mia… that she’s never looked at my daughter like she’s a burden, hits me like a potent drug. Unraveling me with the rightness of it. Of this.

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