Bliss by Kaylee Ryan Page 0,82
He bears down on his bottom lip as he swivels his hips.
That one little move has my body igniting into flames as waves and waves of pleasure crash throughout my entire body. I feel like there is fire in my veins as I fall off the cliff into oblivion.
“Reese!” he shouts my name as his body stills, and he empties inside me.
His chest is heaving as he lowers his forehead to mine. “Holy shit,” he pants.
“You’ve been holding out on me.”
“I didn’t know,” he says, sucking in breath. “Did I hurt you?” He pulls back to look me in the eye.
“No.” I cradle his face in my hands. “That was… incredible. I’ve never, you know,” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“You’ve never what?”
“It was intense. It’s never been like that. Never felt like that.”
“For me too,” he says, kissing me sweetly. He rolls over to lie next to me, tugging me into his arms. “I need a minute to catch my breath, but then I’m going to make love to my wife.”
“We could do that, or you know, repeat the previous performance,” I suggest.
He laughs, his entire body shaking. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
We lie here in each other’s arms, just enjoying being together before he rolls over and makes good on his promise. He makes love to me. We shower and fall into bed, an exhausted, happy tangle of limbs.
This is our life.
This is bliss.
Epilogue Cooper
Cooper
The Defenders didn’t make it to the Bowl this year, but that’s okay. We had a hell of a season with only two losses until we got into the playoffs. It was a damn good season, one I’m proud as hell to be a part of.
Something else I’m proud to be a part of is the duo that is made up of me and my beautiful wife. It’s the second week of February, and we’re in Fiji on our honeymoon. This was supposed to be the week we were getting married, but we just couldn’t wait that long. So here we are, a little over three months into our wedded bliss and relaxing on the beach.
“We didn’t get to do this last time we were here,” Reese says.
Her eyes are closed as she lounges in a bikini that should be illegal in all countries.
“We had more important things to do,” I remind her. Not just getting married but staying in bed all day the day after. I refused to let her leave. I didn’t care that our friends and family were here. I just needed some time with my wife. Time that she graciously agreed to. I took shit about it from Nixon, and I could see the glint in my father’s eyes as we said goodbye at the airport. Hers gave me a look. Not really a warning, but something similar. It said “take care of her.” I couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and knowing that my daughter was…. Yeah, don’t want to go there.
“What are you thinking so hard about over there?”
“About how much I love you.” Not a complete lie, as that’s all I think about. How I came close to losing the best fucking thing that ever happened to me. She’s never not on my mind. Never.
“Look at you being all sweet.”
“When am I not?” She lowers her glasses to her nose and gives me a heated look. “Baby, even when I’m fucking you, I’m sweet,” I counter, making her laugh. I love the sound of her laugh. No one can make her laugh like I do.
“Don’t give me that look, Cooper Reeves. I need a break, and you promised me some time in the sun.”
“Fine,” I concede. Even I’m a little dehydrated and drained from all the sex we’ve been having. I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to her. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with her during the season. I’m trying to make up for that. And this is where she took my last name. This place alone does something to my libido.
“I talked to Tessa. They fly out tomorrow.”
“It’ll be good to see them.”
“Definitely. They’re going to start trying for a baby.”
“Really?”
“Yep. She’s really excited. Nixon too.”
“Maybe we should try?” I toss the idea out there.
She turns to look at me, pushing her glasses on the top of her head. “I can’t wait until we do, but I think we need a little more time. I have so much with the foundation, and it’s just starting