Biker's Virgin

He smiled. “Yeah, look at you now. Happy looks so good on you. It’s hard to imagine the different courses our lives would have taken if we’d never met.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think you would still be a priest if we’d never met?”

He nodded and popped a piece of lobster in his mouth. “Yeah, I think so,” he said, after he swallowed. “It wasn’t terrible. I was never really content with it, but until I met you, I really thought it was where I was supposed to be.”

“Are you ever sorry you gave it up?”

“Not even a little bit,” he said, copying my words with a grin. “I love you, Daphne. I love our life, and I think God and I are okay these days.”

“Good. Me, too.”

“You too what?”

“I’m good with God.”

“What about me?”

I knew what he was fishing for, but I liked messing with him sometimes. “You just said you’re good with Him too.”

“But what about how you feel about me?”

“Oh! I’m good with you, too.” He made a sad face and I smiled. “I love you more than life itself.”

He grinned and said, “I knew that, I just wanted to hear it out loud.”

******

When we got home that night, Jace looked at the couch and with a grin he said, “You know something?”

“What’s that?”

“We made love on my old couch and on your old couch, but we haven’t done it on our new one yet.”

I went over and slid my arms around him. He kissed me deeply, and I said, “Do you think we should christen it?”

“I absolutely do,” he agreed with a grin. He flexed his hips into me, and I felt him already growing hard. He kissed me again and as he did, he pulled my dress up to around my waist. I broke the kiss and raised my arms so he could finish pulling it off. I walked over to the couch, saying,

“Let’s do this.”

He laughed. “I think I want you on this side,” he said. He was standing near the back of it.

I raised an eyebrow, but went around next to him. He grabbed my face in his hands and gave me another hard kiss as he released my bra. He flipped me around so I was facing the couch and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and felt his hands roam down across my backside, over the curves of my butt and dip between my legs.

“Mm, my baby is always so responsive.” I turned back around to face him and we kissed again. God, I love kissing him. I could do it all day. He had other ideas as he growled and buried his face in my breasts. While he was doing that, and doing it very well, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I slid my hand down inside and found his now rock hard cock. I gave it a squeeze and felt him shudder into me.

“Take them off,” I told him. He reached down and put his fingers against my outer lips again and said, “Mm, so wet baby…”

“That’s because you’re so sexy, you make me that way.”

He reluctantly let go of my breasts and pulled his hand away from my pussy. I watched as my gorgeous husband stripped off his clothes. I could also just look at him all day. He grinned again and said, “I think I changed my mind. I think I want to sit on the couch, with my beautiful wife in my lap.”

“I like that idea,” I told him. He finished getting naked. God, he’s gorgeous, I’m so lucky. He sat down on the couch and I straddled him.

We kissed for a long time with his hands rubbing my back and shoulders. I loved it when he touches me like that. I loved everything he does.