by Claire Adams
“I volunteered to show you guys some new positions, but wifey is getting all embarrassed about it. You wouldn’t mind if I tagged along one of these days and just made sure you two virgins were doing it right, would you?” Carla asked him.
“Shh! Carla!” I laughed again. Thank God Jace was used to Carla. He was laughing, too. She has no filters, but she has a good heart and she loves me and Jace knows that. It’s all that matters to him, and I love him that much more for putting up with her.
He winked at me and said, “I’ll leave that up to her, too, Carla. Appreciate the offer, though.”
I looked at Jace. “I told her we were completely fine in that department.”
“She’s is right about that. We may have started out virgins, but I think we’ve got it mastered,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Are you sure? You know you don’t always have to be on top. Sometimes it’s fun and more productive to have her sit right down on your lap and you can kind of like…” She flexed her hips up and screwed up her face. Jace laughed and shook his head as he went into the kitchen to get a drink. I scolded her again, jokingly.
“I want to wait a year or two. I just got this nursing job, and I’d like to work for a while first.”
“Yeah,” Carla said, “I guess that way you can build up some leave. Don’t take too long, though. I want a baby to play with.”
“Why not have your own?” Jace asked her.
She looked at him like he had two heads. “Bite your tongue. I don’t even have a regular man yet. I’m not cut out to be a single mother.”
“You take your time, honey,” I told her. “You’re still young and beautiful. Have fun.”
“Hey,” Jace said, pretending to be insulted. “Are you saying being married to me isn’t any fun?”
I got up and went over to where he was sitting. I sat down on his lap and kissed him. We forgot Carla was there as we kissed passionately. I could feel him growing hard underneath me.
Carla cleared her throat and said, “Um… I think I’ll just be going.”
We laughed and apologized. “Sorry, we just get carried away,” I told her.
She snorted and said, “Newlyweds,” but she was grinning. “I really have to go. See ya, Jace.”
“See ya, Carla.”
I got up and walked her out. I gave her a hug before she left and promised I’d call to let her know how the new job goes. I’d just finished two years of nursing school and I got a job at the University Hospital. I was really excited about starting.
Jace had been so helpful and supportive while I was in school. I couldn’t wait to start making money and contributing to our lives. He said that part doesn’t matter, and I believe he means it. But it will make me feel better. He works so hard. I want to be an equal partner.
After she left, Jace showered while I put away the wedding pictures. We went out to dinner. Now that we’re living in Boston, we eat out once a week on Fridays. The rest of the week, we take turns cooking and on Sundays after church, we have dinner with his brothers.
We started going to a new church. It’s still Catholic, but no one there knows our history and it’s more comfortable for us there. We’re both still very devout, practicing Catholics. What has happened in the past is between us and God, but we both still feel strongly that we did the right thing and God is on our side.
Tonight, we went to a place near the Harbor called Legal Sea Foods. It’s one of our favorite places to eat when we’re in the mood for shellfish. The manager knows Jace from a job his company did for him last year, so he always starts us out with a huge shrimp cocktail.
We sit upstairs when we’re in the mood for quiet elegance, but tonight I wanted the two-pound lobster, so we had to sit downstairs for that. It’s a lot louder downstairs because that’s where the bar is at and a lot of college kids hang out there.
While we were eating, Jace looked over at the bar crowd and said, “Do you ever feel like you’re missing out?”
Confused, I said, “On what?”
“You’re about the same age as those kids at the bar. They’re just having a great time without a care in the world. You just finished school and you have a house and a husband to take care of. Do you ever wish you could go back and do it the way they’re doing it?”
I glanced over at the kids. I thought about high school and even if you factored out my horrible father, you couldn’t pay me to go back. It was fraught with constant anxiety over what to wear and who was talking about who and what boys were going to want if I went out with them.
Being a child of sexual abuse could have sent me over to the promiscuous edge, but instead, it sent me in the other direction. I never accepted dates because of my fear that the guy would want sex. I was a senior before I had my first real relationship. He was the one who ran when he tried to get me in bed and I told him about my dad.
I looked back at Jace and thought about how when you change one thing in your life, it often alters the course of it, and I said,
“No, not even a little bit. Mostly because had I done things differently, I would not have met you. Look at me now!” I giggled.
He smiled. “Yeah, look at you now. Happy looks so good on you. It’s hard to imagine the different courses our lives would have taken if we’d never met.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think you would still be a priest if we’d never met?”
He nodded and popped a piece of lobster in his mouth. “Yeah, I think so,” he said, after he swallowed. “It wasn’t terrible. I was never really content with it, but until I met you, I really thought it was where I was supposed to be.”
“Are you ever sorry you gave it up?”
“Not even a little bit,” he said, copying my words with a grin. “I love you, Daphne. I love our life, and I think God and I are okay these days.”
“Good. Me, too.”
“You too what?”
“I’m good with God.”
“What about me?”
I knew what he was fishing for, but I liked messing with him sometimes. “You just said you’re good with Him too.”
“But what about how you feel about me?”
“Oh! I’m good with you, too.” He made a sad face and I smiled. “I love you more than life itself.”
He grinned and said, “I knew that, I just wanted to hear it out loud.”
******
When we got home that night, Jace looked at the couch and with a grin he said, “You know something?”
“What’s that?”
“We made love on my old couch and on your old couch, but we haven’t done it on our new one yet.”
I went over and slid my arms around him. He kissed me deeply, and I said, “Do you think we should christen it?”
“I absolutely do,” he agreed with a grin. He flexed his hips into me, and I felt him already growing hard. He kissed me again and as he did, he pulled my dress up to around my waist. I broke the kiss and raised my arms so he could finish pulling it off. I walked over to the couch, saying,
“Let’s do this.”
He laughed. “I think I want you on this side,” he said. He was standing near the back of it.
I raised an eyebrow, but went around next to him. He grabbed my face in his hands and gave me another hard kiss as he released my bra. He flipped me around so I was facing the couch and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and felt his hands roam down across my backside, over the curves of my butt and dip between my legs.
“Mm, my baby is always so responsive.” I turned back around to face him and we kissed again. God, I love kissing him. I could do it all day. He had other ideas as he growled and buried his face in my breasts. While he was doing that, and doing it very well, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I slid my hand down inside and found his now rock hard cock. I gave it a squeeze and felt him shudder into me.
“Take them off,” I told him. He reached down and put his fin
gers against my outer lips again and said, “Mm, so wet baby…”
“That’s because you’re so sexy, you make me that way.”
He reluctantly let go of my breasts and pulled his hand away from my pussy. I watched as my gorgeous husband stripped off his clothes. I could also just look at him all day. He grinned again and said, “I think I changed my mind. I think I want to sit on the couch, with my beautiful wife in my lap.”
“I like that idea,” I told him. He finished getting naked. God, he’s gorgeous, I’m so lucky. He sat down on the couch and I straddled him.
We kissed for a long time with his hands rubbing my back and shoulders. I loved it when he touches me like that. I loved everything he does.
I reached down and took him back into my hand. I lifted up on my knees and while his hands found my breasts and began to massage and caress them, I lined him up with me and sat down on his cock. God…there is no better feeling in the world than being filled up with my husband.
I started to move up and down. He was still licking and sucking on my nipples, using his teeth to graze them lightly because he knows how much I love that. I arched my back so that I could take his cock even deeper inside of me and I rocked back and forth on his lap. His thighs were hard and tense as he used them to bump my butt up and down as he flexed his hips so that he could thrust up into me.
He kept a breast in his mouth while he reached down between us and found my clit. I moaned at his pinch. I leaned back even further to give him better access, and he began to rub it with two fingers while he continued to pound my pussy.
Each time he bottomed out inside of me, he would round his hips, grinding up into me hard and deep. I’ve never felt anything like the way this man makes me feel and I’m sure that I never will. The sex is fantastic, all the time, but I believe our emotional connection feeds that and makes it so much better.
I rode him hard and fast until I felt his breaths begin to shorten and I knew he was ready to come. I squeezed my pussy muscles, clamping down on him like a vice and that sent him hurtling over the edge.
I felt the warm liquid fill me up as he held me down tightly against his lap. He was moaning and making primal sounding grunts as he milked himself into me. When he finished coming, he didn’t stop moving. He’s a generous lover; never stopping until I come.
He kept flexing his hips and rubbing my clit with his fingers. He brought the other hand up and pinched and rolled my nipples. I felt the orgasm washing over me and tightened every muscle in my body as I came.
Jace kept rubbing lightly until my body stopped shaking and I collapsed into him, breathing heavily. He put his hands on my back then and began to rub my back and run his hands through my hair. He was kissing the side of my face and telling me he loved me over and over.
When I had the strength I pulled my face up and looked at him. “I love you, Jace. I never imagined being happy like this.”
He smiled. I still melt when his smile is just for me. “I thank God for you every day, Daphne. I love you more than I can ever put into words and I am so grateful we found each other. I look forward to discovering new things with you every day for the rest of our lives.”
I kissed him again and I thought, who would have ever imagined that two abused kids who at more than one point in their lives thought they could never be happy would find each other and change that?
I know that I’m where I’m supposed to be and Jace tells me he knows this is where he belongs to. I’m going to hold onto him forever, and I know in my heart that it’s only going to get better and better.
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BREATHLESS BOX SET
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 Claire Adams
BREATHLESS #1
Chapter One
Every minute as we got closer and closer to the campus, I got more and more excited. My mom and dad in the front seat were talking quietly to each other, but I wasn’t paying any attention to them at all. I was too busy staring out the window, my heart pounding in my chest. I was moving into the dorms that day, starting my first year at college; it was the college of my choice—not my parents’ choice. I was more than ready to unload all of my stuff from the car and let my parents go back home. I wanted to start making friends right away. The only doubt I had was whether my roommates would be any good. I hadn’t known anyone who was going to the same school as me, so when it came time for room assignments, I hadn’t had anyone to put on my list of preferred roommates.
All of my friends from high school had gone for big-name colleges. Of course, my parents had insisted on sending me to a top-tier private high school, so it wasn’t any surprise to me when my friends started getting their acceptance letters from Harvard, Duke, and Yale. I had never wanted to go to any of those huge schools; I only applied to Brown because my parents wouldn’t let me get away with only applying to small, regional colleges. I had chosen one upstate—far enough away from my parents to avoid having to see them constantly, enough to feel like I was getting away from home, but not so far away that if I ran into trouble, I wouldn’t be able to get in touch with anyone or go home easily.
As we pulled onto campus, I caught sight of my mom making a displeased face. “I don’t know why you didn’t take the acceptance to Brown,” she said, looking over the back of the seat at me. “I think you would be so much happier there, Becky.” Mom gestured to the campus all around us.
“I like this school,” I told her firmly. It was an argument that we’d had more than a few times since I’d gotten my acceptance letter. “It’s small. I won’t be overwhelmed by a million people all around me… Besides, it has a really good English program.” My dad shifted in his seat, his hands moving on the wheel.
“I don’t know how I feel about you making up your mind already; I think you should take a few classes and make up your mind only when you absolutely have to.” Dad glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I grinned.
“Well, if I change my mind, I have plenty of time to make good,” I said. I didn’t want to have to argue with either of my parents again, not while we were moving in, not while I was so excited to be starting my new life.
My dad found his way across the campus from the entrance closest to the Interstate, following the brightly-colored signs that were obviously not permanent. I drank it all in, ready to love my new home-away-from-home. I was going to college, I wouldn’t have a stupid uniform anymore, I would be able to choose who I hung out with and who I dated—it was freedom. Pure, unadulterated freedom. I was eighteen, which wasn’t old enough to drink, but considering what I had heard about college, that didn’t matter—and it hadn’t even mattered when I had been under eighteen. There had been plenty of parties at the high school I attended and plenty of parents who were happy to look the other way when their darling children wanted to get smashed with their friends as long as no one tried to drive afterwards.
“Becky, sweetie, are you really sure this is where you want to go?” I turned to look at my mom, who was staring out through the passenger side window with a look of distaste on her face. Glancing in the direction she was looking, I saw a group of girls, all of them in bright white t-shirts, drenched to the skin, being chased by a bunch of boys with water guns. They were laughing and throwing water balloons blindly over their shoulders at the oncoming boys.
“Lighten up, Mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Wet t-shirt contests happen at every college, and it doesn’t even look like this is a contest…even Brown has them, I’m sure.” Dad laughed, and I thought to myself that at least for the moment I had hi
m on my side.
He pulled into the loop next to the dorm building I was going to be in; it was packed with cars, absolutely crawling with freshmen and their parents, unloading boxes and crates. I had absolutely pored over the list of recommended and required supplies when it came with my orientation packet a few weeks after I sent my acceptance back to the college. One good thing about my parents’ wealth was that they were absolutely insistent that everything I had be new, including the computer that I would be working with. My parents had gotten everything for my dorm room, and I had thought to myself more than once that I would probably be the most relentlessly accessorized freshman in the dorm.
Earlier that day, the housekeeper, my parents, and I—with some help from the landscapers—loaded up the car with everything my parents thought I would need to have. Mom had bought me just about everything that could possibly make an extra-long twin bed comfortable: a heated mattress pad, a thick, comfy down alternative comforter, huge pillows, a duvet, a few sets of sheets and pillow cases that I picked out to go with what she had decided was my “color palette.” She had also purchased prints of all the paintings I loved and all kinds of decorative touches. I knew my mom wanted my room to look “civilized,” and I went along with it—it was nice, and I knew my room would be comfortable, but it seemed a bit much, particularly when I knew that most of the other kids in the dorms with me would be making furniture out of cinder blocks and shipping pallets.
Dad parked the car and shut off the engine, and I threw myself out of the backseat, barely managing to get the seatbelt off before I shoved the door open and thrust my legs out of it. One of the staff—obvious in his color-coded t-shirt and khakis—came over and greeted my parents. “Welcome, welcome! Did you guys have a decent drive here?” He got my name from Dad as Mom and I went to the trunk to get it open.
