“Ken!” She dug her fingers into anything they could find: his shoulders, his chest, his hips, the couch… nothing was sacred as the delights of marital bliss overcame her. “I’m coming!”
“I know.”
Ken struggled to thrust as intently after that, since Lana’s body completely clamped down on him and insisted on keeping him as long as possible. At that point, her husband, her Master, the love of her life had no choice but to give in to his urges.
His hand searched for hers, holding it above her head as the rest of her continued to shake against the couch. Ken made short work of himself, of her, uniting their bodies in the most intimate way he knew how.
No man has ever felt this good inside me. Nor had any man felt as satisfying losing himself inside of her. The deep sounds in his throat… the heat of his body… the arousing scent of their bodies come together. Lana fell into a spell that allowed her to transcend every negative feeling plaguing her heart and mind.
Thank God.
“Holy shit…” Ken collapsed on top of her, still inside her body but unwilling to move. Good. Lana wanted to hold onto this moment a little longer. “I love you, Lana.”
She sighed, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling against his warm form. “I love you too, Kenny.”
Their kisses did not lose their intensity for a while. Not when they were so full of the love they reclaimed from one another. He would never betray me. Not this man. Not the man who asked her out, who seduced her, who proposed to her, who married her, who spent the past twelve years smitten with her and the fun she brought to their lives. Perhaps with any other woman he would not be so content, but as long as they had each other, there was no reason to believe that anything was other than what it seemed.
When they eventually detached, Lana sitting up while Ken leaned against the back of the couch, she had a new thought. “Do you really think I’m a whore?” she asked. She was prepared for either answer. Ken had heard every sordid story she had to tell a few times over.
“Oh, Bunny, you know that’s playing around. I thought you liked it.”
“I do. When you’re going at me like that, I like it when you call me that.” Lana shrugged. “Was just wondering.”
“Don’t do that.” Ken stroked her hair, combing out a few tiny tangles with his fingers. “I want you to take all those negative feelings and forget them. They’re not true, Bunny. I love you. I’ve always loved you. There are no other women… none you’re not shoving in my direction, anyway. And if they never came around again? I don’t care. I enjoy the fun we have with others, but if it were only you and me for the rest of our days, I’d be as excited to live my life.”
She leaned against his shoulder, sighing. “I feel the same way.”
It felt good to no longer be so paranoid.
Chapter 12
“It’s Called Doing Both.”
An escape to the Bahamas was what Lana needed after her so far tumultuous winter. Thankfully, a second honeymoon to one of the most exclusive islands in the Caribbean meant lots of warm sunshine and, well, more.
It was Day 4, and Lana was already feeling so lazy that she didn’t mind spending chunks of change here and there to have waiters bring towels at the pool, drinks at the beach, and sunscreen everywhere in between. The only man allowed to rub it into her skin, however, was her husband Ken. Well, him and the cabana boy tidying up her private oasis by the pool.
“Right there, yes,” she purred, watching as the sculpted stud of a young man pressed between her toes. It tickled a little, but Lana was able to ignore it as long as Mr. Hotness kept up his foot rub. He is so damn fine. Tanned. Ripped. Just smart enough to know what he was doing but also coasting by on his stunning good looks. The man was a pro at doing whatever Lana told him to do. He makes a killing seducing married women here. Hence Mr. Hotness’s mini-freakout when Ken approached in his wet swim trunks and a towel wrapped around his shoulders.
“I leave you alone for twenty minutes in this criminally hot black bikini of yours, and lo’ and behold, you’ve got my replacement already.”
The cabana boy leaped up, apologized to Mr. Andrews, and took off for the main house a few yards away. This left Ken and Lana alone in their private cabana, although plenty of other resort guests milling about could see what they were up to. Good.