My head gets dizzy, and I feel like I’m lacking oxygen, but that’s exactly how I want him. And that’s exactly how I want him to want me.

I want to be more important for his existence than oxygen.

I want to be bigger than any need, any desire.

I want to be enough for him.

Lukas breaks our kiss, and I think he’ll just rip my clothes next. But he surprises me. His touch is almost reverent as he peels away every stitch of garb. Once we’re both naked, he holds my face between his hands and presses kisses on my face.

“Lukas,” I rasp.

“Let me love you. Just for tonight.”

The pain in his voice and the engulfing feel of him around me is too much, and I can do nothing about the tears that escape and run down my cheeks.

“Shh…” Lukas coos and kisses every teardrop before it gets lost in my hair or the cotton of the pillow.

He doesn’t ask why all of a sudden I’m crying but does what he said he’d do.

Lukas, my husband, makes love to me.

He kisses every inch of my skin. Starting from my toes, moving to my ankles, to my instep, and then his lips drift upward. Goosebumps litter my skin as he kisses the inside of my knees and my thighs. He nips my hip bone and surprises me once again when he continues to go up instead of going for my sex. He softly presses his mouth to my belly button and suddenly I’m giggling.

“Lukas, it…tickles.”

“It does?” He looks up with an eyebrow raised. “When I do this?” This time he blows a raspberry on my stomach, and my giggle is louder.

“Yes!” I squeal.

“Now?” This time, he bites my waist, followed by a tickle.

“Lukas! Stop!”

“No chance.” But he thankfully stops the tickling and continues the magic of his mouth. His lips drift closer to my chest, and he drags his tongue between my breasts. He squeezes them in his hands, and his tongue moves from one nipple to the other. I cradle his head, pressing him more to me, and at the same time pressing myself more to him.

I thread my fingers into his hair, and Lukas releases a groan. “Not so fast, baby.”

It’s then I realize I’m rubbing myself against him eagerly, trying to get him inside me, but Lukas is the embodiment of the words patience and slow tonight.

He drags his tongue from my nipples to my belly and then to the scant hair on my pubic bones before it disappears into my folds.

The moan I release is loud, and my grip on his shoulder tightens as he settles himself between my legs. His tongue pushes further into me as he hitches my leg over his shoulder.