One orgasm rolled into another and then another. Thoughts fled from my head until only feeling remained. Pure raw emotion that seemed to encase us in an invisible cloud of desire.
Words formed in my throat, fell off my tongue.
And still he continued to lick me, finger me, grip the globes of my ass as he ate me.
Until finally, a feeling so intense, so pure, rose within me.
It was almost frightening, but oh, it was good. It was new and exciting and bold, and then I shattered into the most intense climax I’d ever experienced, as if diamond dust had encased me and was moving through my veins like molten honey.
I ground against Brad’s mouth, lifted my hips in tandem with his motions.
And I came. I fucking came like I’d never come before.
The sensation lasted for moments of pure bliss, and when it finally began to ease off, I found myself panting, sweating, eyes squeezed shut.
I exhaled. I gasped. And then I opened my eyes.
And I realized what had happened, what had spurred me into that glorious heaven.
Brad’s fingers were still inside me. Two in my pussy, and…
And…
I gasped again.
He removed the finger from my ass slowly.
Should he have asked me if it was okay? How could I be upset when his decision had led to the most intense sensation of my life?
He crawled upward and sank his cock deep inside me. He kissed my neck. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“You were so hot, baby.” He thrust into me again, a drop of sweat from his brow hitting my forehead. “I licked you there, touched you there, and you responded.” He thrust again. “I’m so hard for you right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my whole damned life.”
I closed my eyes then. Closed my eyes and gave in to the beautiful sensation of Brad inside me, making love to me.
For that was what this was. All of it. Every single part of it.
Even that.
He’d taken me to a new place tonight.
A place I wanted to go again.
And maybe, just maybe, I’d get to that ultimate place he wanted to share with me.
He thrust into me again, and then again.
“So tight,” he panted. “So sweet. I love you so much, Daphne. So damned much.”
“I love you too.” I opened my eyes and met his dark and yearning gaze. “Always, Brad. I love you always.”
Too soon, our weekend was over and we headed home to the ranch.
I felt exhilarated.
Brad and I had reconnected, and that meant I was now filled with energy to focus on my family. I’d missed my boys something awful. Our Disneyland trip was in two weeks, and they were all excited. Even Jonah, now that Bryce was coming along.
Mazie and Belinda had given them a good report on behavior, which made me happy. My boys were the best.
My morning sickness didn’t seem quite as intense as it had been with Jonah and Talon. That was a godsend, since I wouldn’t survive Disneyland if I were throwing up all the time, and I wasn’t going to disappoint my boys for anything.
Evie had invited me for coffee in town, and though I was nauseated, I went. When I got to the coffee shop, she’d already arrived. She sat at a small round table with another woman I didn’t recognize but who looked vaguely familiar.
“Hi, Evie!” I waved and walked over to the table.
“Daphne, you look radiant! You’re glowing!” Evie said.
“I do?” I hadn’t told her about the pregnancy. The glow she saw was probably sweat from the dry heaves I’d had an hour ago.
“Of course you always look radiant,” she said. “This is my sister, Vicki Walker. I hope you don’t mind. I asked her to join us.”
“Not at all. I’m going to get some tea.”
“Tea? You always drink black coffee.”
Thank goodness I hadn’t said peppermint tea, which was what I meant. It helped settled my stomach. Brad and I hadn’t told anyone about the pregnancy yet, and I didn’t want to do so without discussing it with him first.
“Just in a tea mood, I guess.” I stepped up to the counter, ordered my herbal tea, and then rejoined the women, who were in the middle of a conversation.
“What are we talking about?” I asked.
“Raine Stevenson,” Evie said. “She’s still missing, and the police don’t have any leads.”
My heart stopped. How horrible to have your child missing. I couldn’t imagine the turmoil her parents were going through.
Wrap. Slice. Hand to customer. “What else can I get for you today?”
I shook my head to clear it.
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said.
“It’s horrible,” Vicki agreed. “I know Raine’s mother. She’s beside herself. I can’t say anything to her because I don’t know what to say. What on earth can you say to a mother whose child has disappeared?”