Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (72 page)

It was beautiful
outside, the sun had set and the snow continued to fall. The trees that lined
the pathway to the carriage were lit up with thousands of white Christmas
lights.

The only problem with
this whole scenario with the carriage was that no one thought it would be
snowing. Washington doesn’t see snow all that often, so for it to be snowing on
our wedding day was not planned for.

Sway was ecstatic when
she saw the snow. How she didn’t notice it was snowing earlier was beyond me
but I had to laugh as her wide eyes took in the serene views.

We paused in front of
the carriage, agreeing it wouldn’t work, when Sway took my face in her hands. I
smiled down at her. “Would it be totally inappropriate of us if we did a snow
angel right now?”

“No, no,” I told her
motioning toward the snow. “
snow
angel away,”

So we did the most inappropriate
thing you could do in wedding attire. We made snow angels.

“I love you, honey.” I
told her leaning in for a kiss, snow falling against her angelic face.

She smiled back at me
but didn’t say anything as though her eyes were flashing with memories. “You
should, I’m carrying your child.”

I laughed against her
lips. “Thank you,”

Sway shivered. “Yeah
...
you’re welcome but my ass is getting
cold. Let’s go.”

23.
              
Shake
Down – Jameson

Shake Down – The first
test with a brand new engine.

“Slow down honey
...
we can’t
...
oh god
...
don’t
stop
...
”

Fuck, fuck
...
oh god
...
I wanted this just as
badly.

“Sway
...
please
...
” I reached for her hands that were once again, reaching for
me. I pinned them above her head against the pillow she rested on. “Slow down.”

“No, Jameson
...
we can do this.” She told me, smirking.
“The doctor said its okay.”

“Are you sure?” you
couldn’t miss the hesitation in my voice but you also couldn’t miss the
anticipation that she was sure.

She only nodded and the
smile upon my wife’s face grew wider as she bit down on her lower lip.

With a low groan, I
pulled her face back to mine, pressing my lips to hers.

Sway threw her arms
around my neck, grasping her fingers together in an attempt to make sure I
didn’t get away. Her mouth was feverish against mine and frantic with the
intensity of her driven passion.

It was more than enough
to ignite my smoldering desire into a full-fledged fucking fire. My hands were
in her hair, locking her face to me as we kissed—her lips hard against mine. We
were both gasping, swallowing each other’s heated breaths.

I wanted to be able to
let go. I wanted to take her the way I wanted without restraints, but I
couldn’t. This night was about letting go, letting go of the past and beginning
our lives together but self-control was needed. Sway wasn’t ready, at least not
physically.

Her kisses were burning
urgency. I burned with the same urgency, the same need she was emitting. It’d
been months since we’d last been together
this
way, and I felt utterly
incapable of going slow or taking my time. It’d be a goddamn miracle if I
didn’t
come
the instant I entered her.

I’d imagined this night
to be about slow love making where we reintroduced our bodies to one another
but it wasn’t going to go down that way. It’d been far too long. I wanted to
plunge into her and experience the warmth, the tightness, the friction as soon
as possible, to find that moment of exquisite release without delay.

There wasn’t much left
of Sway’s dress so I disposed of her panties with one quick yank as well as my
underwear, barely registering the sound of fabric tearing. My hand came down to
part her legs when I noticed a shimmer of light reflect off the fireplace.

I smirked when I saw
the words
“To my husband”
spelled out across her glistening crankcase.

“When did you do that?”
My fingers brushed over the raised gems and I chuckled. “It’s weird how much
that turns me on.”

“The other day,” She replied
softly and pulled me back against her. I settled between her thighs, careful
not to put any weight on her and cautiously pushed inside.

I heard Sway gasp so I
drew back, instantly regretting this. “No
...
don’t
stop.”

“Sway,” I said sternly.
“It’s hurting you. We shouldn’t do this.”

“No, please. I need
you,
please
!” She pleaded into my eyes frantically pulling my shoulders
toward her. “Just go slow.” Her voice was trembling, on the verge of tears. I
wasn’t sure if the tears were from the pain or the need.

I only nodded. I didn’t
want her to hear the regret in my voice. Instead, I pushed forward once again.
“Holy shit, you’re tight.” I grunted my arms shaking as I hovered above her.

Sway giggled while I
gazed at her beautiful body, glowing in the amber flames and blinked slowly.

“It’s like my first
time again.” Then she sneezed and said, “You’re deflowering me.”

“
It’s
call shake down. The first test of a brand new engine,” Leaning forward, I
captured her lips, sucking her lower lip between my teeth. “I also think that I
like the idea of taking your virginity.”

“Me too,” she gasped
but I recognized it as a sound of pleasure. I was encouraged but hesitant,
panting, shaking my head against the fog of bliss that threatened to take me
over.

The feel of her around
me was almost painfully intense, but better than anything. I could probably
just lie here for hours and not even move, just enjoy the heat and the
tightness.

Sway had other ideas
and was frustrated at my hesitation. Arching her back against me suddenly,
forcing us together deeply. It was my turn to gasp at the flood of sensations.

I had to keep it
together no matter how badly my body wanted to let go. Moving, rocking us
together as gently as I could. With a nod, Sway allowed me to take control, and
lead. Clutching my upper arms and digging her nails into my flesh
ineffectually, trying her best to ensure that I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t pull
away.

I wanted her to look at
me but her eyes were closed as her lips parted while she moaned my name and
rocked her hips. Her expression was astonishingly erotic, utterly unguarded and
unselfconscious. The pressure was already building quickly, and that look
hurtled me forward.

I wasn’t lasting long
but I took comfort in knowing I would be ready again within minutes.

I wouldn’t finish
without her, though. I couldn’t take this much pleasure from her body and not
give back. I pulled back, albeit against Sway’s pull for me to stay. I reached
down between us, circling the spot I knew so well. It took less than a second for
her to fall apart beneath me.

Watching Sway in the
midst of an orgasm I gave her was both a beautiful and fascinating sight. It
quickly became my own breaking point, I couldn’t stop.

I felt the pit of my
stomach coil, the tendons and muscles in my body flexing as the warm flush
surged throughout my body, letting go with a resonating groan.

My eyes remained closed
for several moments as I fought to regain myself, but when I finally did I look
down at her sprawled across the bed, I was amazed. The flames dancing shadows
across her skin—her warm emerald eyes glowing in the deep ocher, she was
beautiful.

When I could think and
move again, I collapsed beside her. Reaching up, I put my palms on either side
of her face so I could kiss her again, still trembling.

As I figured, I began
to harden instantly when her thigh brushed against me.

This went on until the
early hours of the morning, us making love, slowly, passionately and then
starting all over again when we were done.

It was now early in the
morning and the sun was beating down against my bare skin while Sway slept in
my arms. I’d been watching her for the last few hours as the scattering
violets, blues, and greens throughout the suite were replaced with intense red
and oranges hues as the sun rose.

I could tell she was
awake by her breathing. Slowly she opened her eyes and raised herself up on an
elbow so she could look down at me.

“I’m hungry.” She said
meekly. “Really hungry,”

“Let’s eat then.” I
growled rolling her over and assaulting her neck with nips and slow licks.

“As good as that
feels,” her hands pushed against my chest. “I was looking for actual food.”

“
Mmm
...
I have food
...
right here.” My hands raised hers over
her head, restraining them to the pillows above.

“I have to pee.” She said
suddenly simpering.

I pulled back to look
at her, my eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You’ve tried that line before.”

“I do have to pee this
time.”

“How do I know you’re
not lying?” I asked giving her a smile, my eyes searching hers.

“You could stay there
and see
...
but I don’t suggest
it.” I let go of her arms but didn’t move my legs that were still wrapped
around her.
“Unless you’d liked to be peed on.”

I wasn’t willing to
take the chance and let go. Sway giggled the entire way to the bathroom,
skipping around to avoid the cold wood floor. She stopped right before entering
the bathroom, reaching for the room service menu as she closed the door.

A few minutes later,
she returned. I was still lying on the bed, completely naked—I’d even pushed
the sheets aside. As she approached the bedside, menu in hand, she bit down on
her lower lip and whimpered.

Actually whimpered,
fuck yeah!

I nodded arrogantly
with a wink. Playfully, I pulled her down on me. She giggled and reached for
me, twining her arms around my neck so she could pull her face to mine and
pressed our lips together, her kiss was immediately heated. I groaned when she
sucked at my lower lip and bit down with her teeth, it was nothing more than a
nip—an unbelievably sexy fucking nip. Already hard my camshaft had considerable
lift.

I pulled back enough to
move my mouth to her ear. “Wife
...
”
I whispered silkily, relishing her shiver in reaction to my breath against her
skin. “I thought you were hungry?”

“I am
...
” she breathed against my lips,
attacking them once again as she rolled to straddle me. She was quicker than I
give her credit for because before I could comprehend that she was on top of
me, she was slipping me inside her, slowly.

I was languishing in
the sensation of her around me relaxing and stretching to allow me access.

“Christ that’s nice.”
Her legs squeezed around me, as she threw her head back with a soft moan and
then she began to move.

I removed my hand from
her thigh and reached in between us.

“Jameson
...
” she murmured breathlessly. “If you
keep doing that
...
it’s only going to be a
minute
...
oh god!”

Taking that as a
challenge, I did the same motions several times, picking up the pace
incrementally with each thrust. It only took a moment before she was digging
her nails into my chest, her head thrown back.

Though I was distracted
by the way this position pushed her headers together, I didn’t pause, but
watching her fall apart so quickly, so intensely, sent me racing toward the
edge myself. My back arched as my muscles clenched at the onset, the warmth
spreading throughout my entire body, my knees trembling from both the sensation
and the effort of maintaining my restraint of not hurting her.

We stayed as we were,
clutching each other as Sway panted and I tried to bring my thoughts back into focus
so that I could figure out what body part I could move and in what direction to
disentangle us without hurting her.

She was the first to
speak, her words slurred together. “
Husband
...
I’ll take the blueberry pancakes.”

I laughed quietly
tracing circles across her hip. “Blueberry pancakes it is
...
wife
.” I reached for the menu that she
dropped beside the bed.

There was
nothing—nothing at all—that I had ever experienced, after everything we’d been
through, or could even dream of experiencing that could match these moments
with Sway,
alone
.