It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
Noah helped her along into derobing him so he stood before her with the same nakedness as she. He wrapped his arms around her as he placed more kisses along her shoulders, pulling her towards the bed. He felt the furs brush against the back of his knees and he was confident of what they were. They covered the cotton and flannel blankets they had used before, and Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as celestial energy pulsed in waves around his body. He kept his glowing eyes closed, sitting on the bed and pulling her onto his lap.
Noah reveled in her presence, drinking in her pleasure with every wave of his own. He knew every curve of her body, every mar on her skin, every delicate freckle and yet he did not tire of it. His hands roamed his wife and he dedicated every bit of her to memory as if he had never had her before, never knew her.
But he did know her. Everything about her. Every secret, every dream. Every fear, every love. He knew what made her smile, frown, scowl, bark, laugh, cry, and cum.
He knew it. He knew her. She handed him her soul in a way that no other had ever trusted him with, and he held it carefully in his hands and nurtured it — giving it every need it had. He demonstrated that now, as he moaned with the way her body moved. He demonstrated it then, when he let her go back to Halo and rub a balm on her heart.
When they finished, he lay beside her, stroking her hair in soft, broad strokes and staring into her eyes. The flush of his cheeks matched her’s, and he sighed as their legs intertwined. ”I missed you.”
Noah reveled in her presence, drinking in her pleasure with every wave of his own. He knew every curve of her body, every mar on her skin, every delicate freckle and yet he did not tire of it. His hands roamed his wife and he dedicated every bit of her to memory as if he had never had her before, never knew her.
But he did know her. Everything about her. Every secret, every dream. Every fear, every love. He knew what made her smile, frown, scowl, bark, laugh, cry, and cum.
He knew it. He knew her. She handed him her soul in a way that no other had ever trusted him with, and he held it carefully in his hands and nurtured it — giving it every need it had. He demonstrated that now, as he moaned with the way her body moved. He demonstrated it then, when he let her go back to Halo and rub a balm on her heart.
When they finished, he lay beside her, stroking her hair in soft, broad strokes and staring into her eyes. The flush of his cheeks matched her’s, and he sighed as their legs intertwined. ”I missed you.”
