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. I wanted to fuck her and not think about anything else. But I couldn’t. Not with her in this condition.

“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 it’s okay.”

Say what?

“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.

There was certainly part of me that wanted to be able to let go completely. 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. 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.

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. I blinked slowly.

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

“It’s called shake down, honey. 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.

The feel of her around me was almost painfully intense, but better than anything. I could probably lie there 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 confident. 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.

When I could think and move again, I collapsed beside her.

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 reds and oranges 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.

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 gave her credit for because before I could comprehend that she was on top of me, she was slipping me inside her, slowly.

“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 breasts 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.

After everything we’d been through, nothing compared to this time we had together now. For the majority of our lives together we’d constantly been surrounded by people. We were rarely ever alone, and I was relieved to know that no one had a fucking clue as to where we were staying.

The new closeness that I felt toward her in these moments, all of it was so much more than I had ever imagined or ever hoped for. What I had thought was impossible had become our reality. I didn’t feel like a NASCAR race car driver who could barely go anywhere without being noticed anymore. I only felt like this beautiful woman’s husband.

I smiled down at Sway, now sleeping soundly after this morning’s activities and her pancakes. Her hair messy and her cheeks flushed slightly. She was perfect.

It was our last night before we had to leave for Vegas for the championship banquet when Sway and I were sitting by the fire talking.

We had chosen a small bed and breakfast on the water in Cannon Beach, Oregon, but we hadn’t left the room since we arrived. Currently in a battle of names for our flailing spaz, I took a moment to watch Sway. Naturally, she was beautiful, but it was more than that. She seemed different now, her smile exuded contentedness.

“Harley?”

I laughed. “You’re joking, right?”

“Clearly,” she murmured, taking a sip of her hot chocolate, her finger dipped inside the cup to scoop some whipped cream into her mouth.

It’d just began to snow again; Sway and I had moved from the bed to the chaise lounge situated in front of the large windows overlooking the beach that was coated with a light powder. We hadn’t bothered to put clothes on and wrapped ourselves together inside a warm blanket.

“I love the snow,” Sway whispered, playing with my fingers.

I turned my head, inhaling a deep breath as I kissed her hair. “I know you do.”

A few moments of silence passed, and I suggested another name. “Stone?”

“What are you?” She turned in my arms to look up at me incredulously but giggled. “Who names their child that?”

“Some people do.” I shrugged with a chuckle of my own.

“Not us.”

Eventually our conversation drifted, and we simply lay there listening to the crackling of the fire and watching the snow. I knew we’d decide on a name eventually but, for right now, we agreed to disagree. To me, just being there with her was enough. I could forget about everything around me, the past, the present, and the future and just live right here in this moment with my wife.

“Did you ever think we’d finally get here?” she asked softly.

I brought our hands together over her belly. “I always knew we would, honey.”