Amazing.
I heard him grunt and gasp as he caught his breath, and when he spoke again, it was desperate and breathy.
“How was that?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Everything you dreamed of?”
“Perfect,” I told him, panting as I struggled to get to my hands and knees.
He helped me pull my dirty jeans up, protecting my modesty from prying eyes. They slid loosely over my hips as he replaced himself into his own and bent, one arm sliding beneath my shoulders and the other hooking beneath my thighs.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he turned with me, moving back towards the entrance of the forest. “How bad is your ankle?”
“Smarts a bit,” I said with a shrug, reaching up to wrap my arms around his warm neck. I was shivering now, from the cold. “Worth it.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“Maybe next time we wait until it hasn’t rained in a while,” he said as he stepped from the darkness of the forest and into the glare of the front porch light shining across our manicured front lawn.
“I dunno,” I said with a giggle. “I kind of liked fucking in the mud.”
I couldn’t see him rolling his eyes, but I knew he was. Somehow I knew.
Maybe it was almost three years of marriage that helped me know him that well. Maybe it was that he was my soul mate.
As he stepped up onto the porch, the front door swung open and I looked up to see Amelia, a knowing grin on her lips and a baby on each hip. One of them, a girl with dark, curly hair and bright blue eyes, smiled warmly at me as Amelia pushed open the front door, and Tommy and I stepped inside. The other, Donovan, giggled at us, his blonde curls bouncing as his mom turned and kicked the door shut behind us.
“How was date night?” Amelia asked with a knowing smile.
“Amazing,” I said, flashing her a smile. “As always.”
“You’re a freak,” she said with a sigh. She said it with love, and we both knew it.
“You know it,” I agreed as Tommy huffed a laugh and started ascending the stairs, still gripping me against his chest. “Same time next week?”
“Same time next week,” Amelia agreed.