Chapter Nine
It was late when Perry and Della arrived at his cabin in Bear Valley. Della insisted on still calling it his although the attorney had sat her down to sign a prenup that actually handed her half of everything. He wanted her to be his equal partner, in business and their private life. She had protested, especially when she had read the part where he literally handed her fifty percent of his law practice. But he had been stubborn. What was his was also hers. She was his wife. He wouldn't want to leave her out of anything.
He had agreed to give her time getting used to it however: her new last name, their king-size bed and his bank account. He knew she was uncomfortable being warped into his life although he swore she already knew it inside out. He had to admit that it pleased him to know she was now Mrs. Della Street Mason, that she would share his bed and buy her dresses on his expense. He had silently vowed not to mention it, to support her inborn need for independence. And he respected it, loved her for her rules and needs. Loved her especially now that, upon arrival, she so tenderly eased into performing her wifely duties.
It was the taste of her kiss that differed somehow, the way her body responded to his as he carried her over the threshold into the master bedroom to lay her down on their bed. Her face blushed, her smile a shade of shy as he undressed her patiently. Each layer of her bridal dress paled in comparison to her natural beauty, but he loved unwrapping her like that. Her body a gift he knew to find below ribbons, silk and delicate details. He was careful not to ruin anything, prayed to see her wear at least the one or other garment on their anniversary again.
When Della finally lay bare in front of him he drank in the richness of her curves. It was that mixture of slim and luscious that made her special. Her long shapely legs, these slender arms, her belly, those womanly hips. He had loved her many times in the week preceding their wedding, making up for years of sensual starvation. But now he took his time spoiling her with admiration. His eyes glued on her skin, caressing her all over, leaving her aroused without bringing his hands down to touch.
"You are so beautiful," Perry whispered and loved to watch how his words, his appreciation engraved a contented smile on her lips. A smile so sinful he felt blessed to have triggered it.
When he finally unbuttoned his shirt, he watched how Della moved her eyes over him in calm desire. He was slow at undressing himself, careful not to rush her while she was studying his body with that same enticing smile. When he finally stood exposed, she parted her mouth and wet her lips, sending a jolt through Perry's body that made his knees buckle. When he sank onto the bed he came to rest beside her, welcoming her warm hands onto his chest. Then he guided her to touch him where she pleased, assuring her it was okay to explore him wherever her hands wanted to go. He did the same, mirroring her touch for a while until she hesitated to go further.
"It's all right," Perry gently pushed her to lie on her back and welcomed her hand stroking him with a feather-like touch. Then he nuzzled her jawline and moved south over her neck until his mouth reached her breasts. "We have all the time in the world," he moaned as her body responded and pushed up to meet his.
When he pressed down on the softness of her body, covering her silky skin, he raised one of her legs enough to fondle it and kissed her hard on the mouth, leaving his wife breathless. Absorbed in delight, Della closed her eyes and pulled him closer, as close to her body as he could possibly be. Then she flung one of her arms around his neck while the other encircled his waist. The leg he had raised to spoil was now wrapped around his hip, her other one steadying herself and him. Their desire was a blend of thorough and deep, leaving no room for anything but give and take.
As his wife, she was more refined in her response, relaxed about the consequences, uninhibited about pleasing him. She eased into his hungry pace, slow and tender, then speeding up. She loved his mouth gently bruising her neck while one of his hands firmly caressed her stripped thigh. Tenderness gave way to naked desire as he rocked her to the brink. Della cried out his name onto his chest, then pushed her head back into her pillow, her hips now trembling from bliss. Then she felt his weight pressing down on her, burying himself so deep inside she gasped, felt dizzy for a beat. Her husband grunted her name, primal and spent, making her shiver with pleasure one more time. His strength now completely evaporated, Perry collapsed and almost crushed her with his massive form, unable to move for a while. His wife didn't mind holding on to him for as long as it took him to catch his breath. She loved to feel him panting in her arms, enjoying the afterglow as much as their act of love.