“Coming?” he asked, thrusting in. He moved a hand between my legs and teased my clit. “Shout for me.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said as my release built and built. “Oh, fuck.”

He kept driving deeper, all the while teasing me mercilessly with his finger. My orgasm stirred inside me and I bucked against him trying to reach it. His expression grew darker and he slowed down, stroking long and deep.

The change in friction, matched with his finger on my clit, pushed me over the top and I came hard, with his name on my lips. A look of pure satisfaction overcame his expression and he sped up once again, moving toward his own release.

“Feels so good fucking you again,” he panted. “Claiming you. Watching you come.”

I squeezed around his cock each time he pulled out.

“Fuck. Abby.”

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed deep inside me and held still, his body shuddering as he released. For several minutes after, I enjoyed the feel of his satisfied body on top of mine, his weight a sensual reminder of our shared pleasure.

His breathing slowed and he took me in his arms and rolled us so we faced each other.

“I’ll have to admit,” he said, a look of amusement in his eyes. “That was fairly intense. Just like you said.”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “I’ll say. I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Just as well,” he said, arms tightening around me. “I’m not sure we’ll make it out of bed.”

Chapter Seven

Nathaniel

She stretched out against me, sighing in delight at my suggestion. “All day in bed. That sounds wickedly decadent.”

“We should make wicked and decadent the theme for our honeymoon.”

“We’re certainly off to a good start,” she said, snuggling deeper into my arms.

“Start is definitely the right word, I feel like we’ve only taken the edge off.”

With her soft body wrapped around mine, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I took her again. But while the first time had been quicker than normal, I planned to take my time the second. The urgent need to have her had been sated, leaving behind the desire to enjoy her slowly. And growing stronger with every passing moment was the need to have her in my collar. To have her kneel at my command.

“Was everything stocked the way we requested?” she asked.

It took me a few seconds to understand what she meant. “How did you go from wickedly decadent sex to whether or not there was enough food in the fridge?” I swore, the female mind was beyond my comprehension.

She giggled and propped herself up on an elbow, facing me. “I was thinking about spending all day in bed and that led me to wonder what we would do about food. Then I realized we might not have anything if they didn’t do like we asked and how awful would it be if we had to go grocery shopping today.”

“You seriously were thinking all that?”

“Yes. So, do we shop or not?”

I pushed the hair back that had fallen across her forehead. “It’s time for you to get out of your wedding-planning mode and remember I’ve got everything under control. There’s no need for a grocery trip any time soon.”

“Thank goodness.”

“Which means I can take my time and have you slow and easy, with no need to worry about how we’ll keep our strength up for tomorrow.” I ran my lips along her collarbone. “And trust me, we’ll need our strength with what I have planned.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “But for right now, we have all the time in the world.”

Unlike my hurried actions previously, this time I planned to thoroughly enjoy her luscious body. I took her hands and pulled them above her head.

“Leave them there,” I said. When she started to protest, I added, “You can have your turn later.”

She was soft and pliable under me. My lips explored parts of her I hadn’t tasted in a month. The hollow of her throat, the valley between her breasts, even the ticklish skin below her rib cage, I kissed them all.

“I’m never going a month without you again,” I said as I nibbled along her belly button. “Ever.”

She sucked in a breath as I trailed my hand lower. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

I positioned myself between her legs and pushed her knees apart. She still had her arms where I left them, so I took her hands and placed one on either thigh. “Keep yourself open for me.”

I started with soft kisses at her knee, slowly working my way upward. I nipped the tender skin of her upper thigh and she gasped, letting her legs move together.