Page 81 of Wherever My Heart Roams

"The only thing that has kept me sane is thinking of you." He whispered. "I'll hurry to you…"

"Promise?"

"Promise." He smiled sexily at her.

Wade wasted no time in securing the boat and crew. He spoke with the Captain, some of the crew, and a few passengers, but he found himself anxious to return to his wife's arms.

When he walked into their cabin, he called softly to her. "Beth…"

She came strolling out of the sitting room and into their bedroom, in the shimmering white negligee he'd bought her. The moonlight streamed over her gown, silhouetting her body so he could see every curve. The image of her standing there was engraved in his mind and heart.

He gasped as he stared at her.

His eyes were glassy with desire.

She wasn't nervous or scared, but anxious and excited beyond words. She had known from the moment she saw him on board that tonight was theirs. Tonight they would make love again. She was ready.

He was more than ready.

She wore nothing underneath the gown, and he soon realized it when he took her in his arms and his hands traveled up and down her slim but curvaceous body. Her hips were generous, but her breasts even more so. He pulled her into his arms and smothered her with kisses.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed and lay her down. She stared up at him with pure desire.

"This was the hardest month of my life. Being without you…"

"It will never happen again; I promise…" She cooed reaching to pull his head down to her bosom and smiling when he moaned softly at her breasts. His nose nudged the mature cleavage, gasping with delight. With precision he nudged away the soft silk and found the round mounds of her breasts. Full, ripe a

nd pouting before him, he stared with such longing. "Beautiful. I've wanted to touch you so many times. But I rushed you into marriage, I couldn't rush this." he whispered. The dusty mauve of her nipples, begged his attention, as he took the ample breast to his lips, surrounding the pert nipple. She moaned now, the sound muffled as her lips touched his neck. His tongue shot out to flick the sweet swell of her breasts.

"You've got too many clothes on," she cried.

He pulled up and stared at her with such passion.

He got up off the bed, closed all the doors, and locked them, then turned to her. He stripped off and she opened her arms to him to welcome him.

He took his time with her, enjoying all the soft moans of delight he created with her. She stared for a long while, not saying anything except with her eyes. Her eyes slowly traveled him, admiring the lean but well-built man that was all hers. He had a powerful wide chest, and tight abs that tapered to small hips. But when her eyes fell to his manhood, she realized how ready he was for her.

They took delight in discovering each other's bodies once more, glorying in the love, passion, and raw desire that sprang from within them when they touched, and tasted each other.

His hand went from her round shoulder, down her arm, over her hips and even to her feet. She looked fascinated when he took a toe into his mouth to suckle it, but his hands brushed against her in an exotic rhythm that titillated her senses.

He came back up, his head dipped to her breasts to feast upon her there for long lingering moments of bliss. He held her breasts up to the moonlight, delighting in its shape. His lips and tongue devoured her there, over and over, until she squirmed to set herself free from such enjoyable agony.

When he finally entered her the first time she was so primed for the moment that she barely gasped when he took her. He plunged deep this time, as though he couldn't stand any gaps between them.

But sending her into the throes of passion she climaxed easily when he plunged so deeply inside her, sending her over the edge of happiness into a euphoria of sensations. She hadn't expected such a feeling, but it melted over her like chocolate melting over ice cream. She let the sensations sweep over her slowly, embracing it. She sighed with such contentment. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moments. She drank in the smell of a him, sweet, natural, and all man. He was hers, at last, and the knowledge was heady.

They lay spent, in each other's arms, smiling, kissing, holding each other, marveling in their differences.

When she finally woke, she stared into his eyes, "The first time was wonderful, but this time was magnificent."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. I certainly aim to please." He whispered with a satisfied smile.

"My God, I can't believe you've kept such a wonderful thing from me so long. I never dreamed…!"

"You were glorious…" He smiled. "Just the way I remembered you. Every inch of you."

"I could never have imagined such a feeling as you give me!"

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