“Patience,” he murmured. “Let me make it good for you.” He pulled a pointed nipple into his mouth and trapped it between the roof and tongue and sucked hard, the edge of his teeth scraping the sensitive tip.
She threw her head back and moaned as fiery sensation unfurled inside her. Careful not to dislodge her nipple from the heaven that was his mouth, she shimmied out of her dress and panties and tossed them aside. She unbuckled his pants, going by feel, and ran the backs of her hands over the hot, hard shaft. Her sex pulsed in anticipation.
She ran her forefinger over the head of his cock, spreading the fluid from the tight slit. He groaned, the vibration from the strained sound making her toes curl with pleasure. She pulled upward then seated herself slowly on his erection. It was almost effortless, but nonetheless delicious. She felt herself being filled and stretched; a breath shuddered out of her. She was so primed for him, she could come in no time at all.
“Jesus, you’re hot. Tight.”
Her sex clenched. “You feel incredible.”
“Use me.” His hands gripped her ass and helped her move up and down his cock. “Make yourself come.”
She set the pace, trying to draw out the moment as much as possible. He was large and iron-hard, and the friction of his flesh sliding against hers made her tighten her inner muscles, trying to grip him harder.
He thumbed her clit and rubbed it to the rhythm she set. “Oh my god,” she moaned.
“Come on, my sweet. Come for me.”
At his darkly whispered encouragement, a tidal wave of orgasm engulfed her. She arched her pelvis, grinding against him, as she threw her head back and screamed her pleasure.
His arms tightened around her, and he buried his face in her breasts as a loud groan tore from his chest. He plunged hard into her body once more and lost himself.
Yes, yes, yes!
“Oh my,” she said when the fiery haze had cleared. “That was amazing.”
He kissed her on the mouth. “You’re amazing.”
She snuggled closer. Something square in his pants poked her leg, and she pulled back. “By the way, what was it that you wanted to show me?”
“Oh yeah. It arrived while we were out.” He took out a white box from his pocket.
Her heart sank a bit. “Gavin, the studio’s more than enough. You don’t have to get me stuff like this.”
He chuckled. “It’s not for you.”
“Oh?” She opened it and saw a simple white gold wedding band that matched the one on her finger. “Yours?”
He nodded. “I got a new one made. I know you’re upset about my losing it, and I should’ve been more careful. But since I can’t seem to find the original anywhere, I figured it was better to get it replaced than to go around ringless.” He wriggled his ring finger. “Looks lonely, doesn’t it?”
“Definitely.”
“Put it on.”
She pulled the shining band out of its slit and put it on his hand like she had at their wedding ceremony.
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“There,” Gavin said. “Perfect.”
“It is.” Amandine smiled, though she couldn’t help a tiny little unease settling in her gut at the thought that Catherine must be keeping Gavin’s original ring. “It is.”
* * *
Gavin and Amandine settled into a daily pattern fairly quickly. She liked that more than forcing themselves to be on some kind of special honeymoon schedule, where they frenetically spent all their waking hours going from one diversion to another together, especially since Gavin said the second honeymoon would last as long as she wanted.
Their routine was leisurely and more like the life they could have had if Gavin would just cut back his working hours. They got up at around eight, shared a breakfast platter on the balcony together, then Gavin worked on whatever that required his attention while she spent the morning in the temporary studio. Months without painting had apparently produced a pressure cooker situation for her creativity. She couldn’t stop coming up with ideas for things she wanted to paint. Gavin insisted on lunch at twelve thirty sharp. Amandine was certain he never ate this regularly in L.A. Most likely he was doing this for the baby in her womb.
Fern always prepared something both tasty and nutritious. Though Amandine was no expert, she could tell by looking at the variety of lean meat and fish, fresh vegetables and fruit served every day. After lunch, if they were up for it, they’d go to the beach or look for Lou so they could spoil him. Sometimes they lounged by the pool with cold drinks made of young coconut juice, just to relax. Oftentimes Amandine dozed for an hour or so in the afternoon. She wasn’t a napper, but these days a little extra rest felt right.