Dead Write Ch. 11

“Amen,” said Sherry.

They clinked glasses and sipped.

“Oh, and one more thing. Here’s to my wife, an angel who can fly me to the moon.”

Sherry put down the glass and hugged him. He smelled so good and felt so good. She wanted to feel all of him. Her hands slipped down and pulled off the towel. Only his skin should touch her skin. Sam was an exceptional man, too good for her. But she’d do her best to deserve him, starting right now. She kissed his neck and massaged his bottom, feeling him grow against her tummy. It was an amazing sensation, his desire for such an inhibited bundle of neuroses like her unbelievable. But the hard evidence was undeniable.

Sam backed her up and pushed her down onto the bed. He loomed over her and leered at her body. “You’re mine now.”

“Oh?” She sat upright and grabbed his cock. “I thought you were mine,” she said, and then sucked on it with an intensity that made his knees buckle.

Cupping her face with his hands, he said, “Okay, you win.”

After a long lick up the underside, Sherry looked at his smiling face. Warmth spread through her body and turned to liquid between her thighs. A sense of peace she’d never felt before chased away the goblins in her head. “I think this is one of those rare win-win situations,” and lay back, pulling him down into position.

With soft jabs, Sam pushed, until their groins met. Hugging her tight to his chest, he slid them comfortably into the center of the mattress and kissed her with blatant lust, exactly how she wanted. The slow penetrations of love stirred a greater need. She groaned, crossed her legs over his back and pushed with her heels. “Don’t make me wait.”

Sam’s momentum increased. Animalistic grunts floated out to the forest. Their skin slapped together with rutting abandon. She pushed harder, not caring if she came, only that he did. But his hands and lips made plans of their own. With unexpected ferocity, she felt it. A howling satisfaction burst from her clit as soon as he touched it. She suppressed the scream by putting her mouth on his and released the sound down his throat. She felt the scream travel through his body, all the way to his hips. They pumped harder, with erratic strokes, and then pressed into her with the final release of his seed deep inside her womb. ‘Please, make a baby.’

Muscles relaxed and breathing slowed. Kisses and caresses were passed around. The calm after the porn was the best of times. No, it wasn’t porn or sin anymore. Married sex was a precious gift from God. As they lay quiet, one of Sherry’s goblins crept in and whispered, “the newness will fade eventually.” So she tried to look past it, into family life.

“Sam, does Chris like to fish?”

He rose up on his elbows, stroked her hair, and said, “He loves it. Why?”

“We should ask your mother to bring him out to us. We could meet her halfway. I’d like to spend some vacation time with both my boys.”

“I think that could be arranged,” said Sam, smiling as he bent to nuzzle into her hair. She felt a hand slip between her legs.

“We could wait until Wednesday, though.” The other hand massaged her scalp. The calm afterglow was starting to warm into something hotter. “Daddy comes first.”

Sherry looked over his back, out the door, to the horizon. A crescent moon just cleared the hills. “I love you, Sam,” she said and hugged him tight. “This will be a sensational marriage.”