Chapter 8
STACY
Stacy melted, mind, body, and soul as Travis kissed her. She had missed his kisses. Missed his touch. She needed him just as much as she needed air to live.
His arms tightened and he lifted her, carrying her to the bed. They broke apart when he laid her down.
“Condom,” she whispered.
Travis’ eyebrows raised simultaneously. “I'm with my wife. I don't carry condoms.”
“But what if?” She hated to voice it. The last time she got pregnant, he disappeared.
“I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to her lips. “You are stuck with me. Everyone knows about you, the kids, and the dumbass I was. I fully expect to be chided and harassed when we go to the club tomorrow. But, if I need to marry you again, I will. I love you, Stacy. You are mine and that's all she wrote.” He paused and his eyes traveled down her naked flesh. His hands followed the path, stopping on her tummy.
“If I do knock you up,” he grinned, “I can't wait to watch you grow with my child. I missed it the first time because I was an idiot. I'm not making that mistake again.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled. One thing at a time.
“But, if you really want, I'll go out, right now, and find condoms. Say the word.”
Stacy could see the truth in his expression, he'd do anything for her.
“Love me, Travis. I need you.”
He stood up and hastily removed his clothes before he rolled on the bed with her. Side by side, she waited with baited breath as he took his time kissing her and grazing her flesh.
As if he wanted to take his time. Cherish every moment. Commit every touch to memory.
That thought was almost bittersweet. Neither of them had been with another person in six years. They were coming home. Together. As one.
“Travis,” she groaned as he continued to take his time. “You're killing me here. I need you,” she bucked her hips as his mouth trailed down to her navel.
His body shifted around, and Stacy really wished she had shaved her legs and at least trim between her thighs. It wasn't like she religiously shaved either, only doing it when she needed to kill sasquatch.
Travis didn't seem to care as gripped her legs– baby sasquatch-ish– forced them open and dove his head where she needed him most.
The first swipe of his tongue sent an electric jolt through her veins as well as his scruff scraping her tender skin. Her body remembered him, even if it had been years. He remembered what she liked and enjoyed, and toyed with her.
Travis sucked her clit between his teeth and Stacy screamed as an orgasm raced through her being. It had been too long.
The damn man settled further down on the bed, one arm around her thigh, holding her down, the other under her, and where? She shouted when she felt his fingers probe her entrance along with his tongue.
“Oh, oh, Travis,” she mumbled as he brought her higher after her first climax. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him tight. Gripping his locks for purchase, she moaned and screamed through two more orgasms.
When he finally stopped licking and rose on his knees before her, she was a floppy, wet noodle mess.
The why must have been written on her face when he stated, “I have making up to do.”
Her body was open and ready for him as he leaned down over her. His hard cock jutting out, she watched what she could as he sheathed himself in her wet folds.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “So tight,” she panted, pushing at his chest. Her core clamped around him, refusing to let go as he withdrew an inch to stroke back in.
“That's it, baby, relax for me. Let me in.”
His nose nudged her cheek. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands splayed out and rubbed his back. He dropped down closer, his cock hitting home and she yelped. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Travis. Please.”
He leaned on one arm, his fingers brushed her hair aside. His other hand roamed her arm, chest, side, hip. Always stopping to tweak her nipples. Her poor neglected nipples. And she told him so.
Arching his back, he latched onto one nipple than the next, sucking, licking, kissing, as his cock stayed firmly in place. Letting her get accustomed to him once more.
“Travis, baby, please fuck me.” She was a woman on a mission and that mission was to reimprint her husband on her soul.
ECHO
How he had missed the taste of his wife. To part of his brain it was only yesterday Echo had married her, yet the other part it was forever, eons.
She tasted just as sweet as she cradled him between her thighs. His goal had been to take the edge off, and he felt he successfully succeeded when she cried out three times.
What an ego boost. Fuck yeah.
The best part so far was staring into her eyes as he slid deep within her core.
Home.
Oh, how he had missed her. Missed sex with her. Only her.
Echo kept the chuckle to himself when she demanded her nipples needed attention. All she had to do was ask. He'd give her anything.
He couldn't get enough of touching her as his hand roamed her body. She wasn't as skinny as she once was, yet still just as curvy. Just as sexy. His hand clenched her love handle as he rotated his hips and stroked back inside her heat.
He kneaded her thighs, sides, breasts as much as he could as he picked up a steady rhythm.
Echo alternated speeds, faster and slower depending on Stacy's moans and body language.
He was trying to make it last longer, as long as he could, yet the feel of her velvety walls tightly around his cock was making it impossible.
Echo captured her lips as her walls began to flutter and clamp. His hips jerked in their movements and he chased his orgasm as Stacy screamed his name to the ceiling.
A few more thrusts, watching Stacy's body twitch, Echo rested his weight along her body as she locked her legs around his waist.
“That,” she wheezed out, “was something else.”
“I concur.” Echo kissed her forehead. “I need to move,” he began to roll and Stacy clinched her legs and arms around him.
“I love you, Travis. I know we still have some kinks to work out,” she grinned and he chuckled.
“I think we worked out some pretty well just now.”
Stacy laughed. “True. But that was a long time coming.”
Echo's lips found hers again before he moved with her disgruntled groan. “Let me clean you up, then feed you. We have a wide selection.”
Stacy rolled from the bed. “Food, glorious food. Adult food at that,” she tiptoed over to the table. Naked and leaking his cum down her thighs. He knew because he watched. And the primal pride that swelled within his chest grew as he watched her eat what he provided.
Echo stood to the side and watched as she munched on a slice of steak, an asparagus spear, and a strawberry. After a few bites, she turned and sauntered closer to him.
Her hand to his chest pushed him and he bounced dramatically on the bed. His hands went to her hips as she straddled him.
“We've got all night, and as much as I love our children, I'm grateful for this reprieve.” Stacy licked her fingers as her legs spread wider over his lap.
“Same, love, same.”
“Good,” she smirked. “Now let me show you how much I love you.”
Echo let Stacy lead until she begged him to take over. Between bouts of reconnection, they ate and showered, and before drifting off to sleep, he had her in the tub. Couldn't let it go to waste.
Falling asleep with her in his arms was the highlight of his night. He prayed for more to come.