Chapter 32 #2
Ford pushed me back until my knees hit the bed, and I yelped, falling onto the mattress with a bounce.
His eyes heated as he raked them over my naked body.
At one time, that would’ve made me uncomfortable.
I would’ve had the urge to cover up, hide away from his assessing gaze.
But there was absolutely no denying the hunger as he looked at me, his eyes darting over every inch of me. Hunger he had for me .
“It’s been too long, kitten. I need to be inside you. Need that sweet pussy to remind me who I belong to. But first, I want you to come on my tongue.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he dove headfirst between my legs.
He wasn’t gentle, wasn’t soft or sweet. He was a starving man at his first feast, affixing his mouth to me, his tongue not leaving an inch of my pussy untouched.
He worked me up into a frenzy with startling ease, sliding two fingers deep inside me as his tongue tormented my clit with tight circles.
“Come on, wife. Give it to me. Come for me like a good girl, and let me taste how much you’ve missed my tongue on your pussy,” he said, his voice gruff, his words sending me even higher.
As soon as he reached up with his other hand and cupped my breast, brushing his thumb over my tightened peak as he stared up at me with lust in his eyes, I broke. With a sharp cry, I came against his tongue, my hips rocking against his mouth as the waves washed through my body.
“Need to be inside you,” he murmured against me. And before I could even nod my assent, he stood to his full height, jerked my ass to the edge of the bed, and settled himself between my spread thighs. And then he sank inside with a groan. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”
My mouth dropped open, the air expelling from my lungs at that first deep thrust. Even though I’d gotten used to his size, that first moment always took my breath away, as did every time his piercing rubbed against that magical spot inside me.
I might’ve just gone off against his tongue, but I knew a second orgasm was on the horizon, already building as Ford stared down at me.
His expression was intense, and at one time, I would’ve thought it was unreadable.
But now that I knew how he felt, I could see it as clear as day.
It was love. It had been all along.
He draped himself over my body, capturing my lips with his as he ground himself against me, rubbing my clit with every shift of his hips.
Linking our fingers together, he stretched them out above our heads.
Then he pressed them into the mattress, silently telling me to keep them there as he stood back so he could see all of me, spread out before him, my pussy stretched around his thick cock.
“Jesus, look at you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly and filled with awe as he ran his hands down my body.
Cupping my breasts before passing over the swell of my stomach, the stretch marks on my hips.
“Look at your perfect tits bounce every time I slide inside you. My wife’s body is insane. So fucking gorgeous.”
For once, I let his words wash over me and didn’t immediately try to push them away. Didn’t try to brush them off as nothing or counteract them with the negative words that I’d grown used to. Instead, I let them sink inside me, settling deep in my bones.
For once, I let them build me up instead of knocking them aside so I could tear myself down.
He rested his hand on my lower stomach, his thumb slipping down to strum my clit. “Come all over me, wife. Show me whose pussy this is. Show me what’s mine and claim what’s yours.”
His thrusts grew shallower as he dragged his piercing over that spot inside me, and I gasped.
Even though he’d wanted me to keep my hands over my head, I couldn’t.
I needed to feel him against me. Needed to tug him down and have him as close as possible.
Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, heart to heart.
He didn’t hesitate when I tugged him down, resting his forehead against mine as he ground his cock into me and my body tightened around him. “There it is, kitten. There you go. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re gonna make me come. Gonna make me fill up this perfect little cunt.”
“ Ford .” My body arched into his, my mouth open in a silent scream as his thrusts tipped me over the edge and my second orgasm crashed over me.
Ford captured my lips with his, groaning into my mouth as he thrust twice more before settling deep and spilling himself inside me.
After we’d both caught our breath, he slipped from me before padding to the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth he used to clean me off and then scooped me up and settled into bed next to me.
With my head resting on his bare chest, his fingers playing in my hair, I asked something I’d been wondering for a while. “Did you really agree to this marriage just because of Chelsea’s wedding?”
He shrugged under me. “That was part of it.”
“And the other part?”
“Besides getting to marry the woman I jacked it to during my teenage years, you mean?”
I snorted. “Stop.”
“You think I’m lying? Ask Beck how infatuated I was.”
I shifted to sit up, pushing against his chest so I could see his face. As I stared at him, I recalled what Mabel had told me earlier today—that Ford had had a crush on me in high school, but I hadn’t believed her… “Wait…seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Especially when you used to wear that yellow sundress. You remember the one? I’m pretty sure that’s where my obsession with you in them came from.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “Christ, I’d rub one out three times after school on those days.”
I breathed out a laugh. “You’re lying.”
He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me over to straddle him, allowing me to feel exactly what the memory did to him, even though he’d just come inside me less than ten minutes before.
With wide eyes, I said, “Oh my God, you’re actually serious.”
“Yep.”
“Why were you such an ass all the time?”
He smirked up at me, that playful glint in his eyes I loved so much. “Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t trying to be? I was a teenage idiot. And it was pretty much the only way you’d talk to me.”
“I’d yell at you, Ford. Oh my God, I was so mean to you.”
“Probably why you scowling at me now only gets my dick hard.”
I breathed out a laugh and shook my head. “We sure took a roundabout way to get where we are.”
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t change it.” He rested his hands on my hips and stared up at me, earnestness in his gaze, all teasing gone. “All of it, including valedictorian…”
My breath caught, worried whatever he said was only going to dredge up old memories…the grudge I’d held for so long. “Why is that?”
“I want to say I’d go back in time and do it differently because of how much it meant to you back then.
” He swept his thumbs over the bare skin of my hips, his eyes locked with mine.
“But I’d be lying. If I could do it all over again, I’d do it exactly the same because it’s the reason you moved back to Starlight Cove.
It’s the reason you came back to me. And I wouldn’t change that for anything. ”
Tears brimmed in my eyes once again, and I realized he was right. If things hadn’t happened how they did…if my life hadn’t been altered in that way…we might not be here right now. I might never have known what it felt like to be his.
I leaned over him, lowering my face until I could press my lips against his. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, wife,” he said. “And in case it wasn’t clear, I don’t want this marriage to be fake.
I don’t think I ever did. I want to tell off fuckers who can’t take no for an answer and carry your bags when we run errands and have cuddle parties with you when your period makes your life miserable.
I want to go to bonfires with my family and beat you at charades. ”
“Watch it,” I said, though my voice lacked any heat.
“So, is it cool with you if it’s a little longer before we get this first divorce out of the way?”
“What do you mean by a little longer?”
He shrugged, then reached down to grab his jeans from the floor, pulling a small box from his pocket. Lifting the lid, he pulled out a black ring from inside and held it up between us.
I recognized it immediately as the one I’d purchased for him. The one that had the same inscription on the inside that mine did.
“I was thinking forever,” he said. “How does that sound?”
“That sounds like a long time…”
“You think so? It doesn’t sound like nearly long enough to me. But I want you to think long and hard before you agree to this.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because when you do?” He slid off his silicone ring and set it on his nightstand before slipping the metal band into place. “There’s no take backs.”
A smile spread across my face as Ford gripped my nape and tugged my mouth to his. The kiss was slow and sweet, both of us saying without words exactly what we needed to. That we were in this, together. Forever.
No take backs.