He looks up, his broad face is covered with a smile that lights up his cloud grey eyes.

‘Thank you,’ he whispers before his lips touch mine. There is a revelation in the intensity of his kiss. It hits me how important this decision was. If I’d continued to insist on a new suit that I’d have lost something vital from my man. And he was willing to give it up. He was willing to pander to my wishes to make me happy despite the attachment he has to that garment.

His hands smooth down my arms and I press my fingers to his chest. Clothes do not make the man but you cannot take away the symbolism associated with a garment. Cool, calm, sophisticated business man Joe is represented by the suit. I love that part of my fiancé and can’t believe how close I came to stripping that away from him.

‘I’m sorry,’ I gasp. He kisses away from my lips to my ear, ‘I can’t believe I was so insensitive.’

‘It’s OK,’ he whispers between nibbles along my neck and collarbone, ‘I am glad you’re letting me wear it now but I decided downstairs that a suit was not worth losing you over.’

‘But it’s more than a suit, I realise that now,’

‘Hush, it’s done with. You know, I know and now I want to make love to the most beautiful woman in all the world.’

It’s not the number one reason why I love him, but his way with words is definitely up there in the top ten reasons I desire him so much. And then there’s the thing he does with his mouth just in the dip of my neck that he’s doing right now and it’s turning my whole body to silken liquid and any kind of thought, any kind of ability to string together a sentence just goes out of the window. All I can think about is his body and its proximity to mine.

The night shirt that parts us is disposed of quickly. I pull his t-shirt over his head and return his kisses, down his smooth neck, across his broad chest and over his racing heart. Joe lifts my chin and our gazes meet. He smiles as I smile and we bring our mouths together in a kiss of joy that fills me with such a contented sense of wellbeing I never want it to end.

‘I love you,’ he mumbles, his lips close to mine. His hands wander up and down my body. He caresses my hips, my side, my breasts and down over my stomach. I’m getting better at accepting the fact he loves me as I am but I still feel the odd moment of anxiety about my curves. His excited moans erase all doubt as his fingers trace down between my thighs. My back is on the bed now, he leans over me, pressing me deeper into the bed and his fingers slip between my damp lips and inside of me.

He rocks his hand back and forward so exquisitely that I whimper and stretch up to feel his lips against mine again. As he finger fucks me our mouths make love. His tongue probes like his fingers do and my lips open wide to him. Both sets are plump and ripe and ache so perfectly that I want more, I need more. I need satisfaction.

He reads my thoughts or maybe his desires just match mine as he pulls away from me to loosen himself from his trousers. I wait impatiently. My thighs part of their own accord, eager for what I know is to come. Joe moves himself between my legs, he poises himself above me and I reach up to caress his cheek. He smiles down at me and pushes his pelvis forward. He knows me so well and we fit together so perfectly that he slides into me with just a slight adjustment to the angle of his hips.

I get the same thrill every time I join with him. I feel the same surge of joy and elation every time he moves within me. Sometimes it burns hot and fast and other times it’s slower and less demanding but the core emotion is always the same and always confirms that Joe is the man I am meant to be with.

We move together connected by a need that directs our moves. Our eyes close and flicker open, sometimes our gazes cross. Sometimes I feel his lips across my cheek when my eyes are shut and other times I run my fingers through his hair and I watch the pleasure expand across his face.

I slip my hand between us as he moves from one position to another. I know he is close to coming and this time I want to come with him. He groans when he feels my fingers between us. I rub against my clit and feel his thrusts become harder.

‘Leanna, oh, Leanna,’ he gasps, I know he has so much more he wants to tell me but I can feel his body tightening in orgasm. I know it is hard to think when your body is flooding with ecstasy, I feel less and less capable of thought the closer I climb to my own peak