Chapter 29
29
Evenie
O ur date night had been amazing.
Even though it was something as simple as dinner and dancing, being with my husband again made me feel like I’d had a five-star vacation. He’d always been able to make little things feel like the most spectacular thing in the world. When we were in college, he used to surprise me with midnight picnics in his dorm room or getting some of his friends in the band to play us music on the baseball field while we danced.
I remember on spring break, we both decided to stay on campus. He found little things for us to do to make up for not going home or on vacation like most of our peers. We had movie marathons, game night, and DIY craft projects. He organized a whole makeshift photo shoot for us, and we cooked dinner together every night. Now, we only had a hot plate and a microwave, but we made it do what it do.
We never complained because we always had each other.
I looked over at him as he drove us back home with a smile on my face. He was just so damn handsome. By the end of the night, he’d come out of his dress shirt and was now sitting in the driver’s seat looking better than the meal we’d devoured. My eyes trailed the slight flex of his muscles as he maneuvered through traffic. He played with his beard as he bobbed his head and sang along to the music.
“You’re staring,” he said with a chuckle.
“I can do that.”
He grinned. “You can.” He reached over and grabbed my hand. Pulling it to his lips, he kissed it before dropping it in his lap. It took everything in me not to rub my hand across his crotch or grab his dick. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him. I craved him, but I was terrified of slipping back into the space of having sex against my will.
Even though Leon attacked me once, it lived rent free in my head. There were countless times where he touched me without penetration. It took me a while to even get comfortable with Tyrion caressing me again. I never showed it with him, but inside, I was counting down from ten. I had to mentally replace Leon’s face with his when we shared intimate moments.
The last thing I wanted was to have him on top of or inside me and see that man’s face. It would ruin sex for me completely. I’d already been tested at the hospital to make sure I hadn’t contracted anything from him, and thankfully, I was in the clear. Now it was just mind over matter. I looked over at Tyrion again. God, I wanted him. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try.
We pulled into the yard about ten minutes later. Tyrion shut off the car and got out to get me. Hand in hand, we walked into our home. After locking up, he led me down the hall to the bedroom. I kicked off my heels because after a night of dancing, my feet were on fire. I heaved a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the shoes.
“God, that feels good.”
Tyrion chuckled as he took off his jewelry. “You want a massage?”
“Absolutely.”
I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it to the side. He stared at me, his eyes slowly perusing my half naked body in the matching green bra and panty set. He licked his lips and muttered a curse under his breath.
“Shit.”
I giggled as I sat on the edge of the bed and stuck my foot out. He sauntered his sexy ass over to me and lifted my foot, placing it against his bare chest. He took his time kneading different areas of my feet with just the right amount of pressure. I used to love his massages while I was pregnant with Summer.
“Oooo… that feels amazing,” I said, moaning.
“You gotta stop with that, love.”
“I can’t help it. The food was good, and you have amazing hands.”
He smiled as he stared at me and continued to work his way up my leg. I could tell he was thinking something, but I wasn’t sure exactly what.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“I’m just admiring you,” he said, kissing my toes. “Pretty ass.”
I couldn’t help but blush. I’d never get over him flirting with me. It wasn’t anything new. This was him all the time before everything happened.
“I have something for you,” he said, going over to the dresser.
I sat all the way up as he dug through it. When he turned around, there was a small black box in his hand. He nervously twirled it between his fingers.
“I bought this last week,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “At first, I thought it was a little premature, given the circumstances, but I had faith we would get to where we were supposed to be.”
He stopped fidgeting with the box and flipped the top. Inside was the most beautiful three-carat, pear-shaped diamond ring.
“I know we have a long journey ahead of us, but you were made for me, Ev. God took His time and handcrafted you to fit every part of my life. I’m so sorry I ever tried to have the life that was always meant to be with you, with someone else. No matter what happens, no matter the circumstance, I will never not wait for you again. If I can’t be with you in this life, I’ll just wait until I can be with you in the next. I love you… I love you past my heart, past my body… I love you with my soul.
“You and Summer Rose are my greatest gifts and my biggest blessings. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t give for either of you, love. I would lay down my life to make sure that you and that little girl are okay. I know we’re technically already married, but I wanted to give you this ring to reaffirm my commitment to you. If you decide to wear it, I want it to be with pride.”
He pulled the ring out, then popped the bottom out of the box to reveal the wedding band I’d gotten him so long ago. He slipped it on his finger and reached for my hand as he got down on one knee.
“Evenie Jade Lewis… will you do me the honor of remaining my wife?”
I giggled through the tears streaming down my face. “Yeah, man.”
He playfully kissed his teeth. “Try that again, woman. I just poured my heart out to you.”
I laughed as I wiped the tears from my face. “Yes, Tyrion James Lewis. It would be an honor to remain your wife.”
He slipped the ring on my finger and stood to his feet. He’d barely gotten his balance when I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. We kissed feverishly and with reckless abandon. Mutual moans of satisfaction filled the room. I could feel him hardening against my thigh. The seat of my panties were growing wetter by the second.
“Tyrion…” I whispered, pulling back to look at him.
For a moment, I just stared at him, contemplating. I wanted him. God, did I want him. I just needed my mind and body to be on one accord.
“I… I want to try,” I said faintly.
“What?”
“I want to try being with you.” I reached between us and placed my hand on his dick. “I haven’t felt you in so long.”
“I know, baby. But we don’t have to do this if you aren’t fully ready.”
I ignored his statement and started fumbling with his belt buckle.
“Ev…”
“I can do it,” I said, continuing to fumble.
“Ev!” he said, a little firmer as he grabbed my hand. “I want you so fucking bad, Evenie, but I can wait.”
Tears stung my eyes as I looked up at him.
“I don’t want to wait, Tyrion. That man controlled my life for ten years. I’m tired of my mind still being a victim. I need to take back control.”
He stared at me for a moment before pulling away from me. My head dropped. Then I saw him removing his clothes. Layer by layer, his naked form took place until he was standing there completely nude. His body was beautiful. A firm chest, abs, and that long, thick dick stared back at me.
“Undress,” he said lowly.
I paused for a moment and reached behind me to undo my bra and pull it off. I slid my panties off and tossed them to the side. I watched as he climbed on the bed and lay on his back with his head on the pillow. My eyes fell to the firm grip he held on his dick as he stroked it to full length. My nipples hardened as it grew before my eyes.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning me to him.
I climbed over to him, and he pulled my legs to straddle him. Cupping my face, he pulled me down to him and kissed me with so much passion that I couldn’t help but to moan. Releasing me, he rested his head against the pillow with his hands behind it.
“Take it,” he said. “You have the control. I’m yours to do with as you please.”
I sat there for a moment. His dick was standing at attention, resting against my backside. I took a deep breath and reached behind me to stroke him. He stared up at me with those captivating eyes that always made me melt. His top teeth sank into his bottom lip as he placed his hands on my thighs. Slowly, I ground my pussy against his abs. The first jolt of pleasure caused me to gasp.
His hands traveled up my sides and under my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine. I shuddered as his thumbs grazed my nipples. He circled them before pulling me into him and latching on to the left one. Again, I gasped. My hand went to the back of his head, caressing it as he suckled each of the hardened buds like a baby feeding from its mother.
I moaned his name. “Tyrion…”
I could feel the wet spot growing beneath me.
“I love you, Ev,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
I could barely take it anymore. Lifting my hips, I positioned him at my entrance. My body froze the moment the head of his dick made contact. I sat there, awkwardly positioned, with my eyes closed, willing myself not to fall back into that negative headspace.
“I’m right here with you, love,” Tyrion said. “Take your time.”
You are not a victim anymore, Evenie. This man is your husband, and he loves you. He would never hurt you the way you’ve been hurt. There is nothing ugly about intimacy with him. If you let it, this can be the most beautiful experience.
My inner self was speaking to me, and I had to listen. Once upon a time, I loved sex with Tyrion. Making love to him produced our biggest blessing. There had never been anything ugly about it.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly eased down onto his length. It took a little more effort because of how long it had been, but once he was fully nestled into my wetness, he was the same perfect fit. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with so much love in his eyes. In that moment, I just wanted to please him… submit to him… surrender to him.
Leaning in, I kissed him slow and sensually as my hips rose and fell. He slapped my ass, causing a slight whimper to escape my lips.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered, running his fingers through my curls. “Take what you need.”
I closed my eyes and sat up. With my hands planted firmly on his chest, I settled into a steady rhythm. My body began to relax, and I was finally able to bask in the feeling of having him inside me. I tossed my head back and gripped one of my breasts, pinching the nipple.
“Oooo… shit…”
I felt Tyrion’s hands gripping my thighs once again, the action propelling me forward.
“Yes… yes…”
“Fuck!” He groaned beneath me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So fucking perfect. Look at me, Ev. Please… look at me.”
I opened my eyes and peered down at him. He sat up, and his arms came around me to grip my ass. He guided me up and down a little faster.
“I love you so much,” he declared, kissing my neck. “All of you. Every piece of you belongs with me, and I am never letting you go. You’re my heart and soul, Evenie.”
I clung to him and his declaration of love. Our lips and tongues collided in a beautiful battle that neither of us were willing to lose. Grips and gropes produced moans of satisfaction and cries of pleasure.
“Tyrion! Oh God!”
He fell back against the bed, pulling me with him. Bending his knees, he thrusted into me. I threw my hips back to catch his every stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and skin slapping against each other.
“Shit, Evenie!” Tyrion let out a loud grunt. “Fuck, I missed you.”
“I mi—Shit! I missed you too. Oh God! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!”
His grip on me tightened, and his thrusts went deeper. His fingers threaded through my hair, giving it a gentle tug as he held me close to him. Heavy grunts echoed in my ears as he repeatedly fed my pussy all of him. Tears streamed down my face, and I panted heavily as I took his strokes like a champ.
“Cum for me, Ev… I need all of you, baby. Grip that shit.”
My walls didn’t need my permission to clamp around him. They sucked him in at his word. My clit tingled as my orgasm began to surface. A quiver started in my spine and worked its way up until my entire body was trembling violently against him.
“I’m cumming! Fuck! Shit!”
It was like waves breaking against the sand.
I came, my body releasing at the same time that he spilled his seed into me. We clung to each other with the sounds of heavy breathing and muttered curses filling the surrounding air. I collapsed on top of him, his dick still throbbing inside me. After a moment, he rolled me over onto my side with our bodies still connected. He brushed the sweat coated coils from my forehead and looked me deep in the eyes.
“How do you feel?” he inquired.
“Like that was long overdue.”
He chuckled. “You know your daughter asked for a sibling. She might have gotten it just now.”
I playfully slapped his chest. “Shut up!”
“I’m serious. She said she’s okay sharing one of us now that you’re home.”
I laughed. “She knows it doesn’t work like that, right?”
“She knows. She just doesn’t care.”
I smiled as I gently caressed his face. “I can see a little boy as handsome as his daddy and as spoiled as his sister. Are you up for another baby in the future?”
“Whatever you and God bless me with, I’ll be happy with.”
I nodded as I rolled over with him on top of me. “We can have fun practicing.”
He grinned. “We sure can.”