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Even as I’m kissing the hell out of my wife, I realize the promise Libby asked for is more sacred than that.
It’s a solemn vow.
With those few words, my wife gave me the things I never dreamed of—the things that men go to war and live for. I have love, a home, and a family. Her words are scratched so deeply on my soul that I know if she’s ever taken away, a part of me will be plunged into a darkness even deeper than the one that has people scrambling to turn the lights back on at our wedding.
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Elizabeth
Honeymoon – Eleven Years Ago from Present Day
Sugar sand is just beyond our balcony doors. I wonder if I’m going to have the chance to sink my toes into it at least once during the week we’re here. Then as Cal’s hand smooths from my hip up to my breast from behind and begins to tweak the nipple hardening under his tender ministrations, I begin to realize I don’t care. There’s sand back home in South Carolina.
Rolling to my back, I stretch my arms above my head. “Good morning, husband.”
Swooping in for a kiss laden with wild passion, my tongue gets tangled up with Cal’s for long moments before he pulls back. “Good morning, wife. How about we start every morning like this?” It’s said wistfully as we both know reality’s going to intrude rudely once we fly home in a few days.
Ignoring that, I wrap my arms around his neck and declare, “That sounds perfect to me.”
Dropping his head down, he strokes his tongue along the seam of mine, demanding admittance. After another short, mind-reeling kiss, he declares, “Good.”
I run my tongue over my lips, trying to capture the taste of Cal on my lips for those mornings when I know work will keep him away.
His eyes follow my movement. Lowering his head again, he peppers quick kisses on the corner of my mouth before he smiles.
All I need is this: Cal smiling at me in the morning. Keep fame and fortune—all I want for the rest of my life is the man I can’t live without smiling at me like he can’t bear to exist without me either. My arms curve around his neck; I want to taste that smile.
After I’ve done so thoroughly, I realize Cal’s hand has slid from my rear to cup my breast again. The tips of his fingers are feathering my nipple lightly. Arching into his hand, I moan as all the nerves in my body twitch in pleasure.
Cal rolls on top of me, the length of his cock pressing against my damp curls. “Yes, please,” I plead. We’ve long since dispensed with condoms since I got on the pill. Right now, I want to feel the hard length of it pressing into me. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around the length. Giving it a strong tug, I quickly find myself being rolled onto my stomach.
“I love when you touch me, honey. Fucking love it,” Cal growls next to my ear, sending a shiver down my whole body as he crawls over the back of me. “But right now, I want to touch you, taste you, then I want to feel you ripple along the length of my cock as I’m buried so deep, you forget where you end and I begin.”
Panting, I push up on my elbows just enough to turn my head and nod. The next thing I know, one of Cal’s hands has slid beneath my breast, cupping it at the same time his mouth devours the curve of my neck. The other plays with my lower lip.
Unable to resist, I close my teeth over it, nibbling and sucking at it before he slides it out to start thumbing my other nipple. I moan, “Yes, more.”
“Jesus Christ, Libby.” Cal’s voice is shaken. The sex between us has always been off the charts, but right now, we have a hunger for each other we’ve never experienced.
And I love it.
Cal slides down my body, dragging his chest hair over my sensitized skin. He reaches out and snags a pillow to slide it beneath me before smoothing a hand over the curve of my ass. Taking a small bite of it, he then smooths the sting with his tongue, before telling me, “Lift.”
I comply immediately.
He flips over onto his back, resting his head on the pillow. Pulling my hips down, he slides his fingers in just before my clit comes in contact with his waiting mouth.
Yes. Oh, God. “Oh, more,” I whimper.
Tearing his mouth away, Cal kisses the inside of my thigh. “Ride my face and fingers. Catch fire for me, my beautiful wife. Then, I want to take you on your knees all wet and open for me.”
My hips buck in answer. It’s a good thing they manage to talk for me, because I can’t find words. My head has dropped into my hands as Cal’s mouth begins to suck on my clit as his fingers press deeper. He twists them, curling them inside of me, never letting up on the sweet sucking of my clit until I jerk as I cry out coming.
As I float back down to reality, I wonder aloud, “Who knew married life would be like this?”
Then I feel my legs being spread. A quiver races down my spine when I feel one hand trail over each vertebrae until it finds purchase on my hip. The other begins stroking the skin of my ass. Then I feel that hand slide around and begin caressing me between my legs, working me in tight little circles until my head falls back against him.
“God, Cal, I can’t…”
