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|Music of the Soul(Runaway Train #2.5) by Katie Ashley|
When I got to her ass, I pushed her up on her knees. I kissed and licked each delicious globe before I thrust my tongue between her legs. Abby cried out and jerked her hips back against me. After I spread her apart with my fingers, I continued licking and sucking her clit. It only took a few minutes before she came against my tongue. As she was coming down, I dared to slide my tongue backwards from her slit, which caused Abby to freeze. “You okay, Angel?” My voice vibrated against her ass.
“You’ve never done that.”
“Do you not want me to?”
She remained silent. “No, it’s okay,” she whispered.
I laughed. “So you liked it then?”
Glancing over her shoulder at me, she smiled. “Yes, but don’t be getting any ideas about putting anything else there.”
“You know, I’ll take whatever you give me.” Before she could protest that she never wanted to deny me satisfaction, I let my tongue circle the puckered hole once more. When she shuddered, I decided to go easy on her and bring my tongue back to her clit. Abby surprised me by twisting around and coming up on her hands and knees in front of me.
“It’s your turn now,” she said, before tugging the waistband of my boxer shorts down.
“I wanted it to be about you tonight.”
Abby shook her head. “But I want to give my new husband some pleasure.”
“And you will the moment I get buried deep inside you.”
Her brows crinkled as she stared up at me. “Are you sure?”
My hand came to cup her cheek. “Yeah, baby. I’m sure.”
After I kicked out of my boxer shorts, I eased Abby onto her back. Her legs widened to allow me between them. I kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her cheeks. “I love you,” I murmured, holding her face in my hands.
She smiled up at me with such raw emotion shining in her eyes that my chest clenched. “I love you, too, Jake. For now and always.”
With Abby’s sweet words surrounding me, I thrust inside her. My eyes locked on hers as I kept my movements tediously slow at first. Abby’s fingertips swept up and down my back. I thought of the times her nails had dug into the skin during some hardcore f**king. But there was no place for that tonight. We were making love together as man and wife for the first time. And it was the most f**king amazing sexual experience I could ever hope for.
We rarely came at the same time, but tonight we did. We were one body and one soul. And I thanked God, and all my lucky stars, that Abby was mine.
Curly wisps of smoke billowed into the night’s sky from the enormous bonfire on the beach. As the heat from the crackling flames warmed me from head to toe, I snuggled my naked body closer to Jake’s side. The moment felt so good that I couldn’t help sighing with absolute contentment. “This is wonderful, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah. It would feel just like we were home if it weren’t for the sand in my ass crack.”
I giggled as I raised my head to look into his eyes that were twinkling with amusement. “It was your idea to have sex all over this beach, remember?”
“Oh yes, I remember every f**kable detail,” he replied, before nipping my lips.
True to his word, Jake had taken me in almost every position possible out on the beach. After breakfast, a quick dip in the ocean had led to an almost exact recreation of the beach scene in From Here to Eternity. We made it a little further onto the shore before the palms of my hands got extremely exfoliated after he’d pushed me onto my knees and had taken me doggy style. I never knew there could be such a thing as sand burn, but I had red, almost raw places on my elbows and knees.
Around six, the catamaran had arrived with dinner. We ate outside on the porch and watched the gorgeous sunset. To walk off the enormous amount of food we had consumed, we took a stroll on the beach that led to another roll in the sand. Once we recovered, Jake had lit the bonfire before grabbing a blanket and wrapping me in his arms. The conversation flowed easily between us as we rehashed all that had happened at the wedding and reception.
“Jude and Melody did so well, didn’t they?” I asked.
Jake nodded. “They sure did. I think they’ll have their duties down to an art by the time AJ and Mia’s wedding rolls around.”
“Probably so. Of course, Mia wants Bella to have a part, too.” I smiled up at him. “Didn’t Bella look adorable yesterday? I loved when you danced with her and Melody together. So sweet.”
Jake remained uncharacteristically quiet. “You and Bella together are trouble.”
My brows furrowed at his comment. “What do you mean?”
“It was the way you looked at her while you held her.”
“And just how did I look at her?”
“Like you were dreaming she was yours.”
“I did not!” I protested, as embarrassed heat enflamed my cheeks.
“Yeah, you did.”
I stared up at the sky encrusted with glittering stars. There was some truth in what Jake said. As Bella snuggled into my chest, emitting a tiny little sigh, I did imagine what it would be like to have a baby—Jake’s baby—sleeping in my arms. “I was just holding her for Mia and AJ to dance,” I said softly.
“But you did wish she was yours,” Jake insisted.
“Ours,” I corrected him. I heaved a frustrated sigh. “She’s my goddaughter—I’m always going to feel a close connection to her. But I know she has two amazing parents who love her. And yeah, I was thinking about babies and children when I held her. Mainly, it was the overwhelming emotion of just how much I want a baby of our own—not just mine, but yours.” I cut my eyes over to his. “I don’t have to dream or fantasize about what will really happen in the future, do I?”