I moaned sleepily as I reluctantly opened my eyes. I didn’t want this moment to end. Kris had made this night truly memorable for us. It was magical; there was no other word to describe it. In the last three weeks we’d had sex almost every day but tonight in this shed…for the first time, we’d made love. Kris had made my body feel amazing things before, but nothing I’d ever experienced with him had come close to this. He took his time with me, worshipping every single part of my body until I was desperate with want. He was slow and gentle, never too hard or too fast (even though at one point I almost begged him to pick up his speed). He drove me crazy with desire and by the time we both found our release, I felt like I’d been branded from the inside out. I didn’t know if that was his intention, to make me remember this night so I’d never want it with anyone else, but that’s what happened. I had always been his and tonight solidified it. We both got dressed and after he’d blown out all the candles, we picked up the blankets and walked back to his truck hand-in-hand.
