Sacred Serenity (Lotus House Book 2) (22 page)

Taking my time, I inserted a second finger, scissoring inside her to make room for what I knew was going to be an intense joining. Her arousal coated my fingers when I lifted up and found her sacred spot.

“Oh, oh, God. Dash, come in me.” She widened her legs and fucked my hand.

I almost lost it when her hands moved to her breasts and she cupped and lifted each one. Her nightgown strings had fallen delicately down her shoulders allowing her breasts freedom. Each sandy tip had turned an almost raspberry hue as she plucked and pulled at them.

Wanting her too far gone to even know her new name, I moved to her wet center, licked around her clit, and then sucked her dry.

She cried out, her hands going to my hair, her hips jerking against my face. I massaged her G-spot repeatedly, until her second orgasm rolled into a third and finally a fourth. She was so wet, there was no way my entry would be too painful.

Removing my hands, I allowed myself a minute of licking up her honey. When my woman came, it tasted like the purest nectar. I could so easily stay between her legs and spend the evening gorging on her sopping essence. Something to look forward to on the honeymoon. She sighed as I kissed and sucked, making sure to run my tongue deep into her slit, soothing the walls I could reach within her.

Tasting her, eating her, feeling her around me made my cock hard as steel. Copious amounts of precum leaked from the tip. I straddled her and rubbed the liquid around the crown.

She watched in fascination as I slid my hand up and down the length. “Are you ready for all of me?” I asked, needing her to give me permission this one last time to seal all that had crossed our paths and our lives before us. This was the single final hurdle between us becoming husband and wife. She had to choose to give it freely.

Her fingers bunched at her waist around the white satin. She shimmied it up and over her body and let it fall behind her. We were lying sideways on the bed completely bare to the other.

“Make love to me, Dash,” she requested.

That single phrase broke any further resistance I had. Shifting her up the bed, I placed one forearm next to her head and took her mouth. Her fingers threaded through my hair and held on while I used my legs to spread her. My hips aligned with hers, our most private parts kissing hotly in greeting. Adjusting my pelvis, I ran one hand down her body, over her heart, breast, and rib cage and down to her hip. I squeezed her lightly and then let go to take hold of my cock. I notched it at her slippery center.

“I love you, Amber. My little bird. My love. My life,” I said before wrapping my hand around her ass and plunging home.

She cried out, her entire body arching at the intrusion. I covered her cry with a kiss, muffling it while I shifted my hips back and thrust home again, seating fully inside her. Lights and stars streamed across my vision. Our bodies were finally merged in every way. I had to grit my teeth not to come inside her heat the second she took all of me. Embedded completely, I stilled, kissed her, taking long sips of her mouth. Rubbing my hands all over her body until the tension loosened.

“Are you okay?” I asked between kisses.

“Yeah. I’ll be really good when you move. I need to feel you move.” She ran her hands over my back and to my ass where she clenched not only her groin but also my ass, forcing me deeper.

“Amber, holy hell,” I grated into her mouth.

She laughed, swiveled her hips, and lifted them up and down, almost as if she was liquefying and softening around me. The tightness loosened just barely, which meant to me my wife was more comfortable and ready for more.

Curling a hand around her breast, I lifted my hips up, pinched her nipple, and thrust harder.

“Yes,” she hissed.

With every stroke, I took her a bit farther until her hips were moving in tandem with mine, and I lost all sense of time and space. I was balls deep in my wife, and it was the happiest place in the world.

“More, please more,” she pleaded.

Who was I to deny such a perfect creature? I stirred my cock inside of her, pushed up on my knees, and lifted her ass into the air. I pulled back and sank home. I pushed her knees high and back so that I could watch my cock drive into her over and over again. The most beautiful sight, second only to my wife’s smile.

“Dash, baby, I’m going to come,” she warned.

Fuck yes, she was going to come. And more than once. I used my thumbs to open her pussy lips farther and sank so deep I ground my teeth against the viselike draw.

She screamed. Actually screamed through her orgasm. When it started to wane, I took my thumb and massaged her clit. The little hood that covered it was all the way pulled back. My nostrils flared in male carnal pride. My wife was lost to the pleasure only I could give her.

“Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash,” Amber said my name like a prayer.

I couldn’t take any more. My balls lifted high, a tingle set deep in my groin, and my spine jackknifed straight. I fell over my wife, curled one hand under her back to lock down around her shoulder, and the other on her firm ass.

“Hold on, baby. This one’s for me.”

“Yes…please. Give me all of you,” she begged.

Something in me split apart. I slid my rock-hard cock out of my wife, firmed up my grip, and slammed home. Her legs locked around my waist, and she moved with me. Like an animal, she clamped around my body and took everything I could possibly give her, and I wasn’t gentle. She demanded more and more, and I gave it to her.

My entire body cramped with the desire to let go, but I kept holding on. Not wanting this moment to end. I’d never had anything like it before. I was fucking my wife. Making love to her in every way possible. Mind, body, spirit. Our souls were intertwining for eternity.

“I love you,” she whispered as her body fastened around mine and convulsed.

I had no choice but to follow her into nirvana. Hell, I’d follow Amber anywhere.

“I love you.” I took her mouth and tasted enlightenment.

At the height of our orgasm, we fell together. My essence shot up my cock and into her heat. Her center received and welcomed me in all things. The room disappeared, our foreheads touched, and all of our seven chakras fell into alignment. Rainbow colors drifted across my mind. Time ceased to exist. Amber and Dash were gone, only our souls danced as one in a divine state of combined Tantric meditation.

Together we floated on gossamer wings in heavenly bliss. The perfect ending to our wedding night.

Sometime early morning I woke, Dash still embedded inside me, my leg slung up and over his hip. Our bodies were a sticky mess, but I didn’t care. I’d dreamed of him, in between the times he woke me to take me to new heights. My body was deliciously sore, everywhere. After we’d made love the first time and the two of us passed out, he awakened me again and took me from behind. Then again later, he introduced me to riding him. I loved that. Being in control sexually was new to me, and I looked forward to experimenting with my husband in the future. Dash was well versed in the act of lovemaking, but in every position, he seemed just as taken as I was with our connection, with the intensity that the added layer of true love gave the physical act.

I stretched my toes and relished each twinge of pain. I’m certain if I looked at my body under the sheet, it would be marred with small reminders of our intensity. I glanced down at Dash, noted the purple bite mark on his shoulder. There was a matching one on the shallow dip near his hip that led to his penis. That spot on his body made me stupid with lust. And now that I could freely touch, kiss, lick, nip…I was ravenous. And intertwined in our marital bed, with my husband still wrapped around me, I was free to do so. Any time I wanted.

Briefly, I thought back to last night when he’d pushed into me that very first time. The pinch of pain was nothing compared to the intensity of being filled to the brim with the man I loved. It made me so glad I had never given that to any other man. Dash would always be my one and only in all things. Even though he’d experienced the act of coitus before, I don’t know that he’d ever truly made love to a woman. So in that way, our marriage, our first time together, was a first for him, too.

Did not waiting make it less important for other couples who experienced sex earlier in their youth, tasted the fruits of other mates, but came together on their wedding night? I didn’t know that it did. Because of all the physical things we’d done together, knowing our souls had committed in every way possible was the true testament to our sacred beginning. Together, as man and wife, we found our forever, and I believed no matter what experiences a person’s had, sexually or otherwise, each individual will know when they’ve found forever with their mate. I thought that was God’s way of officially blessing a couple. A sensation so acute would come over that person, and an impression of complete peace would encompass the union.

That was when a sacred serenity was found.

I
felt
her presence before I saw her. Somehow the candlelit room brightened just a hair, as if the crackling light followed her essence through the rustle of air as she moved. Her eyes didn’t meet mine as she laid out a mat in the front right corner of the class. A few other patrons laid out their mats and continued to the back of the room. I’d closed the thick curtains that separated the hallway and the class. Usually the owners wanted the curtains open unless it was a private session or one of Dash’s Tantric couples workshops. However, for today’s class, privacy was of the utmost importance.

The entire room came alive with new clients. Most of them women. I had to admit, going with Dash to walk the Berkeley campus and promote the class in person, worked like a charm. We’d secured so many phone numbers through winks and smiles, I felt like I was carrying around a pocketful of confetti when the night was over and I’d tossed them all into the circular waste bin. Amber, Dash’s wife, had frowned when he’d told her about our day. Then she offered to take the class in support of her husband’s friend.

At her suggestion, I’d laughed my ass off. I’d known Dash Alexander since high school and the only time he lost his cool was when Amber had told him she was a virgin about six months ago when they were dating. That was the only time I’d seen him react like a lovesick fool. This time was different. He was worse. Positively rife with anger he didn’t know how to handle. In the end, he’d straight forbidden his wife from taking my class.

I tried to act affronted, but I got it. Before him, his wife had been untouched. He owned her body, mind, and soul. Men like me could only dream of being so lucky. But with my daytime schedule and trying to make the music thing work at night, I’d barely had time for a quick roll in the hay with a willing groupie I’d met at the local bar, let alone a lifelong commitment. Amber though, she’d been pissed. So upset I had to leave in order for him to grovel in peace.

Walking around the room, I made sure that everything was set up just so. I’d met most of the clients outside so that they could sign the required forms not holding the yoga center liable for anything they deemed inappropriate. From what I understood, none of the paperwork would hold up in court, but I liked to have something to deter legal action. Not that I expected anything to happen. At first, everyone would look down, up at the ceiling, or only at themselves and avoid all eye contact. Then they’d get into the poses, focus their attention within, and it would just be a regular yoga class.

Unfortunately for me, there was a divine cinnamon-colored, pint-sized goddess that currently held all my focus. I couldn’t wait to drop the bomb on her. I wondered how long it would take her to roll up her mat and walk out of the class. That sass was hard to contain. My guess, two point five seconds. Testing the theory was going to be a blast.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed people were starting to disrobe. I checked the clock, went over to the door, made sure there weren’t any stragglers chatting outside that needed to get in, and then shut and locked the door. Mila narrowed her eyelids and tilted her head, her gaze disapproving of the action.

I walked over to her and was about to welcome her when her scathing tone stopped me short.

“What are you doing locking the door? That’s against the rules.”

“Not when it locks from the inside. Any patron can easily unlock it and leave, not to mention the push doors for the fire exits. I don’t want anyone else coming in mid-class. It would be inappropriate and incredibly disruptive.”

She jerked her head back. “How so? You get paid for any additional late comers.”

I smiled. “You’ll see.”

Mila’s caramel-colored eyes blazed a yellowish burst of color and a rosy hue flushed across her high, wide cheekbones. I’d have very much liked to feel that warmth against my fingertips while caressing face.

Wow. Irritation looked damn fine on her.

“Class, we’re about to begin. You know what to do,” I said loud enough for the room to hear.

She tapped her foot and squinted. “Is that how you start a class? You really should welcome them, introduce yourself.”

Know-it-all.

I chuckled behind my hand. Boy, was she going to eat crow. “Oh, I have. Outside when I was having them sign their waivers.” I watched in anticipation as her mouth opened and her eyes widened in alarm.

“Waiver for what?”

“So we don’t get sued for sexual harassment, public indecency, or any of the other mumbo jumbo things people have against anything remotely profane.”

She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”

I grinned, hooked my hands into my loose tank top, and pulled it over my head.

Mila gasped and licked her lips when my chest came into full view. Oh yeah. My heart started thumping, and I clenched my hands into fists. Seeing her sweet lips form an O-shape… God! I wanted so badly to bite into her, but the timing had to be just right.

“Mila, take off your clothes.” My voice was thick with a desire I couldn’t bear to hide. Not from her. Not with her standing in front of me looking like God’s gift to mankind.

“Excuse me?” Even straining with the question, her own tone was low and sultry.

“Look around.” I held out my arms as if I was displaying a Thanksgiving feast, not a class full of yogis.

“Oh my God.” She lifted her hand over her mouth while her eyes seemed to take in each body in the room. “What are you teaching?”

I looked into her pretty brown eyes, grinned, and then pushed down my yoga pants and boxer briefs in one shove.

Mila didn’t check me out by starting at my feet while casually taking in my form. Oh, no, she went straight for the gusto, pretty browns zeroing in on my bare cock. I could almost feel the heat of her searing through me. Sweat built along my skin and pooled at the dip in my lower back. I clenched my jaw and stood silent, allowing her the time to look her fill, hoping I was affecting her the same way she was me.

The gasp that came from her pretty mouth that time sounded more like a choked gurgle.

“Naked yoga.”