Chapter 27 – Aston
ASTON
Skylar’s eyelashes flutter against her wide eyes as she tries to work this through her head, even as a flush creeps up her face.
The room is dark except for a ribbon of moonlight that peeks through the crack in the curtains, creating a silver glow along the bed.
My heart is slamming against my ribs, desperate to break free.
But it’s as if something inside me snapped. Broke apart. Or maybe this is what coming back together feels like.
“Why would I do that?” she whispers, throwing my words back at me, her voice barely audible despite our close proximity.
“Because it’s what we both want,” I tell her plainly, my cock painfully hard and my mind spinning. I know this isn’t a good idea. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. But she’s here, and she’s all but naked, and resisting her, especially like this, is impossible.
“We made a deal.”
“We did. But right now, I can’t think about anything other than breaking the rules of it.”
Because for the last few weeks, hell, longer than that, she’s all I’ve thought about.
Kissing her, the way she smiles, how her eyes fucking sparkle, how she looked when she came for me, the way she cried—it broke me open.
I’ve been pulling back and avoiding her.
I’ve created space because that’s what I had to do.
For her. For Micha. For myself.
But I was just fucking dreaming about her, and now she’s here, naked in my bed, and for once, just this one time, I ache to throw caution to the wind and take what I want. Her. She’s what I want. More than any-fucking-thing, she’s what I want.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me, that you don’t want me, and I’ll lie and tell you the same.
If that’s what you really want, I’ll climb off you and close my eyes, and you can leave, and we can go back to how things have been.
Or, you can stay, pull the blanket back, and we can see where this can go. ”
Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling beneath the blanket. She doesn’t speak, only stares up at me for so long with those big eyes that were just haunting my dreams. I grow impatient and frustrated. What the hell am I doing?
“Forget it. Bad idea,” I growl and go to move off her when she grabs me by the back of the head and holds me in place. Not letting me go. “If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop,” I warn her.
She releases a shaky breath, but a smile curls up her lips. “Who said I want you to stop?”
That’s all it takes. I crash my mouth down onto hers, swallowing her small moan that sets my blood on fire. Her lips are so soft, so impossibly soft, and they part instantly for me, allowing my tongue entrance. This kiss isn’t gentle. It’s not exploratory. There is no more dancing between us.
It’s weeks of pent-up tension exploding.
It’s teeth and tongues and breath. It’s her hands in my hair, ripping and pulling as if she doesn’t know how to control what’s already building up inside her.
I bite her lower lip, and she whimpers and arches up into me. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I lower one forearm to the bed and turn so I can reach between us and yank the blanket and sheet away from her chest. And with that I break the kiss. I have to look. I have to see. God, the number of times I’ve envisioned this exact moment…
“Fuck,” I hiss, taking in the sight of her.
She’s wearing nothing but black lace panties, her large tits peaked with rose-colored nipples.
Her skin pebbles up from the cool air, and my gaze eats up those tiny bumps, my hands anxious to cover her in chills.
Her stomach is smooth and soft-looking, but there’s the slightest curve at her lower belly, and it chops short the breath in my lungs and makes my dick surge with blood.
The pregnancy has changed her body, and I swear to all fucking god, I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life. Jesus.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her voice tinted with vulnerability.
“I seem to do that with you. I can’t help it,” I manage, having to swallow thickly to get the words out. “Christ, Skylar, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m forever undone by you.”
“I don’t need that from you. Not again.”
I peer up at her, looking straight into her eyes so she knows and she can’t question or doubt me on it.
“I’m serious. I was serious that night too.
I’ve been dreaming about this for…” I laugh and rub the back of my head.
“Since I first kissed you two years ago. How have you not figured it out yet? You’re all I think about. ”
Before she can say anything else or I can reveal more than I already have, I lower my head and press a kiss to her sternum and then another on the underside of each breast. Her breath hitches, and I use that sound to guide me as my mouth climbs up to her nipple while my hand cups and squeezes her other breast.
It’s heavier in my hand than I expected, her skin impossibly soft.
I brush my thumb across her nipple, watching it tighten as I suck on her skin, tasting her.
Rolling over so I’m partially on top of her, I take her tits in both my hands, playing with them as I capture her lips again.
I was going crazy tonight. It was late, and she still wasn’t home, and I knew I had no right to ask where she was.
But she’s here with me, running her hands down my back and shoulders, touching me in a way that elicits sparks across my skin.
I’m dying to be inside of her. To feel her around me again.
Last time didn’t count. Not even close. But I want to take my time.
Make this incredible for her. Have her mind twisted up and craving me so she crawls and begs and needs and knows there is no such thing as only one time.
Not with us.
Our tongues fight, the kissing turning frantic once again. It’s as if we don’t know how to slow down with each other. My hand slides down her side until I grip her thigh and drag it up and over my hip while I trail kisses down her neck.
Her hips buck up as I pull on her nipple, her pussy seeking contact and friction, and it makes me smile against her thrumming pulse.
“Is my wife needy?”
She smacks my shoulder, and I chuckle.
“I want you needy. Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” she demands, and I pull back. Her cheeks flush darker, but I hold her eyes.
“Touch you where, sweetheart? Here?” I swirl a fingertip around her nipple.
“Lower.”
I grin and nibble her shoulder. “Here?” I drag my finger down the slope of her breast, my hand meeting her lower belly, feeling the firm roundness there.
Something primal unexpectedly stirs in my chest. I want to press my lips to it.
I want to splay my palm against it and feel more.
The baby isn’t mine. Skylar isn’t mine for that matter.
But… I still want to do that. I can’t explain it, and it’s not healthy for me to try, so I drag lower to the top of her lacy panties.
I glide a finger back and forth beneath the edge of the lace, watching her face as I touch her. “This?”
She makes an impatient noise and takes my hand and moves it lower until I’m cupping her bare cunt beneath the lace. “Here. Touch my pussy. Prove to me that you have more skill than a simple one-and-done orgasm.”
I smile like the devil. My feisty girl. This is what I love about her.
Shit. What? No.
That trips me up, and I stare down at her, the L-word ping-ponging around through my skull like it’s in a deranged pinball machine. I’m shaking, my bones rattling my muscles. Thankfully she grinds into me, urging me to put her demand into action and dragging me from my thoughts.
But I have to kiss her again. I just have to. My hand rubs up and down on her pussy as my lips consume hers. She’s wet and warm and makes the best noises in the world. She’s also so turned on. So incredibly responsive.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips before I tilt my head the other way and dive back into her mouth while using the tip of my pointer to create circles around her clit.
But the last time we did this and I made her come, I didn’t get to taste it.
Hell, I felt it on my cock, but I didn’t from the inside of her.
And since I will make her come again, that’s a fucking certainty, I give her lips one last kiss and work my way down her body.
“What are you doing?”
I give her an amused look as I suck one nipple into my mouth, followed by the other. Her tits. I mean, holy hell. Her fucking tits are incredible. I’m definitely going to have to fuck them. Not tonight. But another night for sure. When she’s ready to really let me play with her.
“I’m going to taste you,” I tell her as I swirl my tongue around her belly button and then trail the tip of it down, going lower, removing her panties along the way.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh as I spread them.
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth.
Then I’m going to fuck you till you come on my cock. ”
Her eyes round. “Oh.”
I smirk against her skin. “Unless you have objections.”
Her head shakes quickly, her blonde hair all over the place, partially covering one breast as she holds herself up on her elbows. It’s the ultimate tease. “No objections.”
“Then do me a favor? Be a good little swan for me and let me fuck you the way I want to. Trust that I know you’re going to love it. Turn off your mind and surrender to me. I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
She bites into her lip but shockingly stays quiet.
After a few seconds, I get a small nod. I learned this the first time with her.
Skylar needs praise. Not shocking after all she’s been through, but lucky for both of us, that’s exactly what I want to give her.
I want her to know she’s special. That I feel honored and lucky that she’s doing this with me.
That she’s not something I take for granted.
She’s my wife. In my mind, hell, in my heart, she’s my wife. I wear this band, and it never leaves my finger unless I’m in the OR, and then it’s never far. I tell people I’m a married man, and I mean it. Now I want to fuck my wife the way I’ve been imagining fucking her for two goddamn years.
“You’re so perfect.” I kiss her inner thighs and spread her wider for me.
I start slowly, my tongue gently tickling her opening as I use my thumb to hold her open.
“Look at you. So fucking pretty, Skylar.” I ring her there, first with my tongue and again with my finger.
Her head falls back, and she moans louder than she should.
Zoey is a decent sleeper, but I’d rather her not wake up to the sound of Skylar coming.
I bite her inner thigh. “Do I need to gag you?”
Her head pops up, her lips parted. “No,” she squeaks. “Wait, what? Gag me?”
“I’m not fully serious unless you want that. But you’re loud.”
“Sorry. It’s just…”
I nod. I can feel it. “You’re more responsive than last time.”
“Yes.” She bites her lip again. Almost like she’s embarrassed by it, and that drives me mad. She’s brave and confident in so many ways, and then there’s still this wounded bird in her who feels the need to make concessions and apologize. It makes me want to kill all the people who hurt her.
“Don’t apologize,” I tell her, pumping two fingers straight into her and curling them until she arches and grinds against me. “It’s amazing. It makes me so fucking hard. I love it. If I could have you screaming for me, I would. But Zoey is across the hall.”
“If I get too loud, I’ll use your pillow.”
“Good plan. Have it ready then because I’m about to make you come so fucking hard.”
I lick a path up from her dripping cunt to her clit, where I swirl around and around.
All the while my fingers pump into her. Fucking her.
I work her hard with them and my tongue, building her up.
I want her to come fast this time. Last time I worked her slowly, and it gave her too much time to allow her mind to take over.
But now she knows I can make her come. And with the way her body responds to me, I don’t think there’s any way she could stop it.
She’s so wet and warm and feels incredible. I can’t wait to have her on my cock. I can’t wait to truly be inside her. To see her face as I am. She doesn’t know it, and I sure as hell won’t say it, but tonight I’m making her mine. Because I’ve already been hers.
Her pussy rocks into my hand, into my face, and it makes me smile. “Yes,” I tell her. “Fuck my face, Skylar.”
She moans, and suddenly her fingers thread through my hair, holding me against her as she pushes up and fucks into my mouth and chin.
I could get drunk on her taste and smell.
It’s something so her, but right now, with her being pregnant, it’s even stronger, and I can’t get enough.
My tongue lashes at her clit, flicking and swirling it.
My fingers rub vigorously against her front wall, my hand knuckles deep.
I’m fucking her hard, and she’s squirming, her thighs trembling, but fuck all, she’s still holding back.
What is that? That inherent lack of trust. Or is it something else? More self-consciousness.
“Come on, baby,” I growl into her, sucking her clit between my lips. “I need it. Please. I need you to come for me. I need it so badly. I need to taste it. Please, Skylar.”
She groans in frustration. “I… I can’t. I’m close, but… I just can’t.”
“You can. Let go. Give yourself to me. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, sweetheart. I fucking swear it. I’ll take such good care of you, my beautiful girl.”
Her head falls back, and her grip on my hair tightens.
I pull her thigh over my head and focus on her clit.
Utterly starved for her. But she’s there.
I can feel it. The walls of her pussy are clenching against my fingers, and with one final roll of her clit with my tongue and one final thrust of my fingers, she detonates.
The pillow lands over her face to muffle her cries as she undulates her hips into my mouth and fingers, thrusting, shaking, pushing, pulling. And fuck. Just… fuck! The way she comes like this.
I don’t let up. I work her through the waves of pleasure until she’s spent and weakly pulls the pillow from her face to push me away, too sensitive for me to continue.
I give her pussy one last kiss and crawl up her body, kissing and licking and touching and tasting as I go. And when I reach her eyes, I smile.
“Not a fluke.”
She laughs, the sound breathless. I get an eye roll and a smack to my shoulder because that’s my girl. “Not a fluke,” she begrudgingly agrees.
“Now let’s get you to do that again on my cock.”