44

Every Touch

We reach Jerrick's bedchamber, and he kicks the door open with his leg, entering the room without breaking our kisses.

He sets me down on his bed. "Don't move."

I nod sheepishly as he turns to close the door. It creaks closed, and we are alone in his room for the second time. Memories on our wedding night come to mind, and the phantom touch of his hands on me has me scooting my ass closer toward the edge of the bed with anticipation.

I lean back as Jerrick twists, slipping off his boots. I bite my lip as my heart hammers against my chest, and my nipples tighten.

He takes a step toward me.

I move to rise, eager to have him touching me. "Jer—"

But he halts my efforts. "Wait," he commands.

I obey.

He removes his belt, draping it on the chair next to the bed. He crosses his arms, lifting his tunic over his head.

My mouth falls.

His pecs and abs are sculpted and crafted to perfection. I love watching his arms work as he squishes his tunic into a ball, tossing it to the side without a care of where it lands.

He steps closer as I scan every inch of him, desperate to remember this. I drift over his scar, the small bead of sweat running down the side of his ribs, stopping last on the hard length pleading for freedom underneath his pants.

I want to peel the remainder of his clothes away and touch him everywhere. But when I reach for him, he catches my greedy hands, leaning down and kissing me softly.

"May I?" he asks.

"May you what?" I whisper in a tease.

Jerrick grins so big it leaves my soul aching.

My startled laugh replaces the ache as he scoops me up to move me farther onto the bed.

He crawls over me, hovering slightly before joining our lips together and resting all his weight on me. His weight should be heavy, but instead, it is a blanket of protection. Safety and love wrapping itself around me.

All I want to do is cocoon myself in it even more. I revel in the security of him being here with me. I am lost in the desire, the comfort, and the need for everything that he is.

Jerrick's hands drift up the sides of my gown as he kisses me, and I can't help myself as I touch his biceps and give them a light squeeze. His tongue mingles with mine as he unlaces my dress. We break our kiss as he pays attention to the fastening.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this," he murmurs as my gown loosens, giving Jerrick access to me.

He cups my breasts, massaging them, and kissing them.

I bite back a moan and cradle him close, loving the touch of his lips on my body. But when he pinches my nipple, I hiss and grind out a groan at the touch.

Jerrick chuckles darkly, meeting my gaze. "I love every sound you make."

When his tongue flicks my nipple, it pebbles even more.

Kisses trail up the side of my face as the fullness of his weight sinks on me. His lips drift across my skin, warmth expanding around me while a chill seeps into my blood. And when his kisses meet the tender place in the crook of my neck, fuck, I cannot stop my hips from grinding in response.

"That's my favorite," he whispers along my lips as I run my hands up his body, pulling him closer to kiss me deeper.

Jerrick's hips grind in rhythm with mine, and we moan at the contact of our bodies. My husband explores my body, irritation pouring into his kisses as he struggles to find my skin underneath my gown.

"Get this fucking dress off now," he growls, sitting on his knees as we frantically remove pieces of my gown.

I shimmy my arms out, my body rocking as Jerrick leans on his side, yanking the entirety of it off with a firm tug. I almost go with it, but Jerrick catches me, tugging me back to him.

He holds my neck and my hip, my backside against him.

I tilt up to kiss him, and I sway my ass around his cock. I try to reach between us, eager to touch him, but stop when his tongue flicks my ear.

"Not yet," he says, cupping my center.

I gasp as he nibbles my earlobe.

Jerrick snakes his other hand down my breast, and I moan as he trails further and finds my arousal. I bring my hand behind his head as we remain close, his fingers teasingly rubbing my clit.

"Fuck, your touch is better than mine." I gasp and rub my ass against his cock.

He kisses the nape of my neck. "Have you thought about my touch?"

I moan my response, knowing the countless times I've thought back to when he touched me on our wedding night, not wanting to think of him, but I still did.

The dark, impulsive thoughts festered every time he was close to me. I pleasured myself with the memory of him coaxing me and praising me, always wishing for more—wishing for him.

I buck when he pinches my clit.

"Answer me."

I shudder at his mercy, the pleasure better than I imagined. "Y-Yes."

"Tell me what you thought about," Jerrick demands, full of desire and hunger.

As my breasts turn taut in his hand, my response is breathy as I whisper, "I-I thought about your touch. How I wanted to see your cock. I wanted to know the length of it, the girth of it—I wanted to commit it to memory so every time I touched myself, I had an image to chase me into coming."

He rewards my confession, his fingers returning to rubbing circles at my sensitive center. I rock back against him as my hips move of their own volition.

Jerrick commands another request. "Tell me what you want."

I ride his hand, tapping into those deep thoughts and the passion of having him all to myself tonight. My heart hammers against my chest. My wants are easy to verbalize, wanting to please him as much as he is pleasing me.

"I want to relish and savor every last bit of you on my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy."

Jerrick hums his approval, moving his lips to meet the crook of my neck and sucking my soft skin.

I moan. Sweet Makers, I want more. I need more.

Heat grazes my ear, his breath so intoxicating and delicious.

"Now tell me what you need, Tove," he purrs, words full of promise and seduction, coaxing me on.

My name on his lips is a beautiful melody, one I want to hear over and over again. I bite my lip, my breaths uneven and panting.

His trousers are the only thing keeping his cock from rubbing up and down against my ass. I can't tell if the friction of his clothing between us is helping or not, but it doesn't stop me from blurting what my heart and my body need now more than ever.

"I need more. I need everything—I need you, Jerrick. Only you."

Jerrick bites down on my neck, and I gasp at the pleasure of it when he rubs my clit in the right spot. He drags his teeth up my throat, his fingers working me as he nibbles and kisses me.

Jerrick's reply is dark, laced with promise and pleasure. "Not until I have you first."

I shudder at his words, moaning as I glance up at him. When our eyes meet, the air shifts, a new heavy vulnerability lingering from my admission. Jerrick's heated gaze tightens my chest, and I marvel at his beauty.

The love I have for him is so raw— so bare—so freeing.

It's infinite.

It makes me want him more.

Jerrick reaches for my chin, angling it to kiss me deeply. He grinds into me from behind, and I ride his hand in response.

The tightness builds in my body, yet I want his pace to slow down so I can savor every minute and come apart.

I moan, begging him, "Slow down, please. Right there."

I am grateful when he slows his rhythm enough to bring me down but keep the pleasure going.

"Don't want the fun spoiled too fast, Frostbite?" he teases, moving his hand from my face to pinch my nipple while the other pinches my clit in unison.

I gasp, my body jerking, and my thighs tightening. My ass rubs more into his dick.

"You're drenched," Jerrick says into my ear. "I love how fucking wet you are for me."

I move my free hand between us to touch Jerrick. When I make contact, a dampness comes through his trousers, the length of him making my mouth water.

"Let me touch you, please," I beg.

We kiss as he moves his hands from my center, pulling down his trousers. I fumble around to help or grip his cock, whichever comes first.

His cock springs out, brushing against my ass. As tempted as I am to see it, touching it is better. I take my opportunity and fasten my hand around his length, awkwardly contorting my arm between us to stroke him from tip to the base.

Jerrick shudders in my ear and fuck if that doesn't coax me on more. "Fuuuck," he hisses darkly.

Goose bumps prickle up my spine as we savor the moments of slow and faster rhythms. Jerrick's hold on me tightens as I use my hand, his audible pleasure encouraging my own.

I lower my voice into a breathy whisper. "Let me have you, Jer. Let me have all of you." I twist my wrist, feeling his muscles flex again.

His efforts at my own pleasure halt briefly. Jerrick's features scrunch together as he releases a moan, and fuck if it isn't a melody I want to hear for the rest of my life.

His eyes are intense when they meet mine. He surges forth to close our lips together, the two of us biting and pulling the other closer. But when Jerrick slips a finger in my center, I gasp into his mouth when the strokes gain momentum.

I almost lose all sense of him and his pleasure, fighting through the building heat and cold in my core, trying to please him as he is pleasing me.

But he splays his hand out across my center, thrusting one finger inside while his thumb circles my clit, the heaviness too tight, too rough—too good.

My breathing hitches, and my insides clench.

Our kisses break as I rest my head against his, unable to focus on more than my own pleasure. I can't stop but hold on to him as I rock with the movement of his hands.

He withdraws, lightly slapping my pussy.

I gasp in pleasure, and he does it again, my body bucking as I mewl in response.

He silences me with his mouth, returning to the steady, sure rhythm as our kiss deepens.

My chest and core clench, my insides flexing tighter with anticipation. When I think I am on the edge of climax, Jerrick breaks our kiss, his head resting against mine as his blue eyes stare into my soul.

"Come on my hands, Tove. Come on my hands so I can lick each finger and savor the essence of you as an appetizer before using my tongue for the rest of my feast."

With the pleasure at his demand, and the perfect angle of his thumb and finger, I combust, falling into euphoria as he watches me climax.

"That's My Queen," he coos, leaning in and kissing me.

His praise such a gift as my body comes down.

As promised, Jerrick removes his hand from my sex, bringing it in front of us.

My mouth waters as he licks and sucks each finger.

When he pulls the last finger out of his mouth, he smirks deviously, his dimple on full display. Jerrick guides my face to his, while a slow, sloppy kiss of tongues has me tasting the remnants of my essence.

I roll over, finally seeing him bare. His face is flushed and red, sweat along his brow and against his toned body. But his dick, Sweet Makers, is bigger than I imagined.

Wrapping my hand around him was amazing. But my thoughts are already imagining how good it will feel to have his length hit the back of my throat or to be fully seated and ride out my own pleasure.

Deities, my mouth waters, and I instantly want more.

I don't neglect the fact that Jerrick, too, takes me in from head to toe, licking his lips when he lands on my entrance. My skin heats when his gaze flicks to mine, another promise pouring from him.

"I'm going to treasure every inch of you if it's the last thing I do." Jerrick pulls down the remainder of his trousers, peeling them off before resting on his back. His cock points upward, and I admire every inch of him.

I crawl to his cock, needing to touch it, to taste it.

But he wraps his hand around my hair, pulling me up toward him. He kisses me selfishly, thoroughly.

I'm desperately ready for him again as he holds me captive.

He stops, his lips hovering over mine. "I am going to devour you."

I moan, seeking that promise as if it is one of my own and sealing it with a kiss while touching his cock.

He breaks the kiss, loosening his hold on my hair and smirking. "Take everything you want."

I eagerly comply, turning to his dick. But Jerrick stops me and shakes his head.

I arch a brow in confusion.

He chuckles, patting his chest. "Plant your pretty cunt on my face so I can revel in your taste."

Oh, fuck.

He sits up, kissing me once before moving me on top of him, aligning my center with his face as his cock hovers inches from my mouth.

I tremble with pleasure as his tongue licks at the wetness running down my thighs.

Jerrick squeezes my hips, and I grind against him.

I hold the top of his thighs as I lower my mouth and lick the tip of his cock. A groan of approval from behind drives me forward, my hand moving to wrap around the base of him as I slowly, tentatively, wet his cock, spreading my saliva over his dick.

Jerrick licks me, kisses me, and sucks me.

My own pleasure is a distraction, and I can't silence the moans escaping from my lips. I twist my hand up and down as my mouth surrounds his cock.

His hips buck, and I hum my own praise, knowing my touch makes Jerrick just as wild.

Our rhythms sync with our hips, tongues, and mouths. The guttural moans coming from behind me match my own as Jerrick's cock pulses in my mouth.

I inch toward another orgasm, and it takes everything in me to push through it, seeking to hear his own pleasure over mine. But when he spreads my ass cheeks, it grants him room to run his tongue everywhere from my center to my ass.

I choke out a breath, breaking away from his cock.

"Jer—" I pant, my insides clenching at the tempting thought of him lingering near new territory.

"That's it, Frostbite. Shatter for me." Jerrick runs a thumb over my clit, and his tongue joins in.

I gasp when he inserts one finger, another trailing near my back entrance.

He hums in approval as he teases me, my head falling forward in a deep moan.

I grind against him, savoring its warmth prior to returning to shoving his entire cock into my mouth. The sucking sound of his mouth pulling away from my center comes before a long, drawn-out moan escapes Jerrick.

I suck his cock, and he pants, "Fuuuuuck."

He reaches forward, his body beneath me shifting to hold my neck. "Deeper."

I comply without a second thought.

I breathe through my nose as I take him deeper, deeper, and cup his balls as his cock hits the back of my throat. A pleasured groan comes from behind me, and I don't stop. I keep going, fast and slow, savoring my meal as promised.

Jerrick pushes down on my head slightly, a small gag escaping. He recovers by releasing his hold, caressing my skin in an apology.

Jerrick shifts once more, his tongue and fingers working my insides and my clit as our hips rock to the motion. It's messy and frantic, but I refuse to relent, even as another release convulses through my body.

I whimper, riding out my pleasure as I lick and suck his dick.

Jerrick's mouth leaves from my core, and he spanks my ass so hard it echoes in the chamber.

I gasp, muffling it when he soothes the ache away, rubbing my ass and kissing it. I continue stroking him, dizzy and hungry for more.

When I peer over my shoulder, I am surprised he is already watching me silently. I drag my teeth across my bottom lip, worried at the lack of words from him.

"What is it?" I ask.

Jerrick smiles lazily and squeezes my hips, kissing my ass once more and then rolling me onto my back.

My breath leaves me, and I barely register what is happening before he is on top of me, the familiar overwhelming weight resting above me.

"Now, I have you right where I want you," he smirks.

His loose hair falls forward, and he shakes it away, and I giggle. When it doesn't budge out of his line of sight, I reach up to help tuck each strand behind his ears.

Jerrick grins as he leans in, tenderly kissing me. I welcome it.

He puts more weight on me, balancing his body on his forearms and covering me entirely.

I love it.

He trails kisses down one side of my face, and I return the effort on his exposed throat.

I hold Jerrick's head in the crook of my neck, and I suck on the nape of his neck as his lips nip, our hips rolling into each other.

The wetness between my legs coats his cock as he teases me each time our hips link up. Panted breaths mingle as my needy hands hold him tighter.

The friction grows, my need for him turning me ravenous.

"More," I plea, angling his cock to rub near my entrance. "I need more."

Jerrick's face nears mine as he whispers, "You like that, don't you?"

I hum my approval.

His dick is so close.

"Sweet Makers, that feels—" I break off when his hips buck, and his length almost enters.

I whimper, reaching for his hips and squeezing.

Jerrick's forehead presses against mine. "No. No Makers, Deities, or anything beyond what is happening between you and me. Just you and me, understand?"

The gruff rasp sends a wave of pleasure down my spine in anticipation. He moves away slightly, as if to punish me for my delayed response.

I nod eagerly, trying to cling to every movement of him.

"Good girl." He cradles me close and kisses me passionately.

Then he eases inside of me.

I inhale sharply, my head falling back as I dig my nails into Jerrick's skin.

Jerrick pauses to make sure I am okay. I nod, kissing him as his hips thrust in response, easing himself deeper.

I can't stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. My vision blurs at the fullness of him greedily filling me.

I bite my lip in pleasure, only resorting to biting the inside of my cheek in an attempt to muffle my moans.

"Jer," I pant, reaching for him as if he is on the opposite side of the room.

Our eyes find each other, and our breathing is ragged as he kisses my forehead. He combs loose hair from my face, wiping the sweat from my brow.

"You are taking me so well," he says, lips meeting mine as he fully sheaths himself inside.

I gasp.

"I'm here, wife. I've got you," he coos sweetly, cupping my face in his hands.

Wife.

I pour myself further into him as our bodies remain intertwined together, chanting in my mind the words I don't have enough courage to say aloud.

I love you, Jer.

Our rhythm builds slowly, and my body adjusts to Jerrick's size as he thrusts harder. When I lift my head back, our bodies meld, fitting perfectly. I shudder, feeling heavy and light, a perfectly balanced moment. I am unsure if the sensation is due to my body or my heart.

Jerrick's low groans match my moans, and my hands roam along his back, pushing him down on me to have as much skin touching me as possible. Even though we are close, it isn't enough.

It will never be enough.

I wrap my arms around him, hugging him and letting his weight ease me farther into the mattress. Deities, he still isn't close enough.

I claw at his skin.

"I need more of you. I need all of you, please," I beg between kisses.

Jerrick's gaze meets mine as my hips buck in more need. He reaches between us, cupping my breast as he kisses life into me.

"Eyes on me, love."

I halt at his words.

Love.

I cup his cheek as he holds my gaze, my thumb running across his scar. He grunts softly with each new thrust.

I breathe in the same air as him as our tongues clash.

I tremble from exertion as Jerrick drifts his hand down to rub tantalizing circles around my clit. The tension inside me builds like a bow nocking an arrow. I'm teetering so close to the edge.

"I'm—I'm so close," I tell him as my entire body vibrates.

"I know. I can feel you tightening around my cock," Jerrick whispers appreciatively.

His angle shifts slightly.

My mouth falls open as my walls close in on him. "Don't stop."

I hold him as I inch toward release, and Jerrick doesn't desist from pleasing me.

He thrusts with the same rhythm but increases the movement of his thumb, teasing my clit as he kisses my neck.

I pant, a breathless moan, drawing his gaze to mine.

"Your walls are so tight around my cock, Tove. I love it. I love—"

My vision turns spotty as the pressure builds harder than before, and my mind cannot keep up with my body's pace. I pant as my nails dig deeper and deeper into Jerrick's skin.

More. I need more.

My body moves of its own volition, meeting each of Jerrick's trembling thrusts.

"Yes, that's it, My Queen. Give me more of you," he orders in his husky, low voice.

My pleasure and euphoria increase, still lingering and on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Our eyes lock as Jerrick leans in, ferally kissing me as he pinches my clit eagerly, then proceeding to rub it at an increasingly fast pace.

"Take it from me. I know you can," he beckons, and greedily, I indulge myself.

Jerrick's thrusts are deep, grazing that precious point inside me, and we hum in approval.

I grab the back of his head and force him into another feverish kiss. My hips meet his, bucking upward and hard, needing him to hit the right spot a few more times.

He switches from rubbing with his fingers to using his knuckles to apply pressure above my clit, right where his dick is grazing me.

"Now come, Tove," he orders as the pulsing of his cock grows frantic inside of me.

The ballad glissandos, a rushed, brilliant pinnacle from Jerrick's words swelling my heart, body, and soul. This beautiful, tantalizing melody is one I will compose and relive for the rest of my life. The harsh, wonderful pressure mixed in with Jerrick's thrusts sends me over the edge.

"Jerrick!" I scream.

My vision turns fuzzy as I come apart at the seams, shuddering over the sound of Jerrick's long, drawn-out moan as my insides shake, his cock pulsing inside of me. Every nerve, every muscle in my body crashes from the adrenaline and the pleasure.

Jerrick remains inside of me, slowing his movements and leaning in and kissing me gently. The two of us stay close as we both try to savor our pleasures.

My entire body sags with exhaustion, while I'm still seeing stars dancing along the lines of my blackened vision. The only thing keeping me intact right now is the man I love hovering above me.

He adjusts his position, moving away from my entrance, arms bracing himself as he carefully withdraws.

Jerrick shifts off me, but I reach out to stop him, not wanting him to go.

"Stay."

His eyes twinkle, and he leans in, caressing my forehead. "Let me clean us up first."

The sensation leaves me dizzy, my hold on him slackening. I frown when he uses it to his advantage, the heat and weight of his body gone.

But he tenderly moves me, peeling away while pulling the sheets back to stand. I watch his beautifully toned body and ass as he drifts into his bathing chamber.

A few moments pass before he comes back with a wet cloth, and I smile at the magnitude of every inch of Jerrick, everything about this man only furthering my love for him.

"May I?" He gestures between my legs.

I'm too tired to move, but his soft question warms my chest. I smile bashfully, nodding and burrowing into my pillow.

Jerrick's cheeks redden as he sits, caressing my legs and wiping away my essence with the warm cloth. Jerrick leans in when he finishes and kisses me.

He tries to leave again, but I hold him in place, kissing him keenly, not letting him go. He obliges and drops the cloth on the floor, lips never leaving mine as he joins me, pulling the covers over us.

Jerrick draws me close, our legs twisting together.

We hold one another, Jerrick kissing my forehead, and I hum happily in exhaustion. Our lips meet again and again, the two of us grinning between each one.

"I promise I'm not going anywhere, Tove." Jerrick's soft promise hangs in my mind as sleep takes me.