Chapter 47 Jonah
JONAH
Winnie and I spend the day seeing some Manhattan sights.
We eat delicious two dollar pizza, and stare up at the Empire State Building.
We dig through racks at a vintage store that Winnie has followed online for years.
She leaves with bags full of clothing, and a few things for me, too, including a leather jacket that she insists will look good on stage.
We stop by the Met for an hour or two, and look at paintings until we’re glassy eyed.
After, we head back to the hotel, where Winnie collapses on the bed like a star fish.
“Who knew museums could make you so tired! And we didn’t even get to the costume wing,” she pouts.
“We’ll come back next year.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.” I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Should we nap before dinner? I’m not sure where to go but maybe the hotel has decent food.” I pull my phone out to start looking at restaurants.
Her hand finds my collar, and with a swift tug, she brings me down onto the bed with her. “Dinner can wait.”
It hits me that Winnie is my wife—for good now.
We’re together, really together, and we don’t have a single thing to worry about right now.
Not her parents, not bills, not work. It’s just me and her.
My cock surges in my pants as she drags a hand down my chest, and I pull her closer, finding her mouth with my own.
The urge to claim her completely shoots through me, sharp and wild.
“I almost lost you,” I say against her mouth, my voice cracking. I barely gave myself the chance to think about it, to process all that was happening.
“You saved me, though.” She presses a kiss to one corner of my mouth.
“I’m not leaving again.” Another kiss. “And you’re not losing me.
” A kiss lower this time, on my jaw, as her hand finds my belt and undoes it.
“And tonight, we’re going to make love in this bed until we’re too exhausted to move, and then tomorrow, we’re going home to Star Mountain and living the rest of our blissful, perfect married life together. ”
Her words reverberate through me, washing away any lingering anxiety or fear.
We’re here. We’re together. We made it. I roll our bodies so that I’m on top of her, straddling her, and I cast my gaze across her.
She’s pink cheeked and bright eyed, her hair slightly mussed from the wind outside, her breath coming in pants, her lips slightly parted.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Winnie, Winnie, Winnie,” I chant, hands shaking as I undo the top of her dress.
“I need you. I need to see all of you.” Simple words, honest words.
But they seem to do the trick, because Winnie responds by sitting up and peeling her dress off over her head, and then pulling off her undergarments and tights.
Spread out before me, she’s a vision of smooth skin and perfect dips and hollows, full breasts and high cheekbones. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then another higher up. I push her legs apart, and move my hands higher.
“How wet are you for me, wife? How ready?”
Winnie just whimpers, and I stroke my fingers along the edge of her cunt, giving her just a taste of what she wants.
“I want to know if you need me as much as I need you. If you’re as wrecked for me as I am for you.”
“God, Jonah,” she pants. “You already know I am. Just—just feel it.”
I blow a breath over her center.
“Please.” She squirms closer to me. “Please,” she repeats.
I slide one finger through her, feeling how slick and hot and ready she is, and she bucks her hips to meet my hand.
I lean in and press my tongue against her, flicking it over her at the same time as I spear my fingers inside of her, filling her with me.
She gasps and grips my hair, pushing my head down, urging me on.
Tasting her is like tasting heaven. I can’t get enough of it. I devour her, tongue, fingers, and lips all working to drive her to the point of insanity. Winnie writhes on the bed, whimpering and moaning and gasping as I suck on her clit and drive my fingers into her.
“Jonah,” she cries out. “Enough. Enough. Let me come.”
I respond by flicking my tongue over her just the way I know she likes it, until she’s screaming my name again, her body going taught and then slack, again and again. I leave her on the edge of another orgasm, and pull away. I finish undoing my pants and push them down.
Winnie has a pissed off expression on her face. “I was about to come again,” she pouts.
“I know. But I wanted to be inside of you when you did.”
Her eyes spark and she props herself up on the pillow.
I climb over her and notch myself at her entrance, and then push in inch by inch, until I’m seated in her fully.
It takes my breath away—being close to her like this.
I start to move, and beneath me, Winnie cries out.
She flings one leg over my shoulder, allowing me to take her deeper, and my vision goes black at the wet, hot feel of her around me.
Her fingers dig into my back, urging me on, and I stroke into her harder and faster, claiming and filling her completely. But she’s also claiming me, making me wholly and completely hers. Forever.
I press one finger against her clit and circle it gently, and Winnie falls apart beneath me one more time, sweeping me along with her. Pleasure rips through me in a powerful wave, and I groan as I empty myself into her. Into my wife.
After I regain the ability to move, to think, I roll onto my side and draw Winnie into my arms.
We wake up the next morning at the crack of dawn for our flight. As usual, Winnie is much more chipper than I am in the morning, and she brings me a cup of coffee from the hotel breakfast buffet.
“Here,” she says, pushing it into my hands. “I wouldn’t want you to have to interact with the hotel staff or the public before getting your fix.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” But I guzzle the coffee and immediately feel more alive afterwards.
We both get ready pretty quickly, and within half an hour, we’re heading through the hotel lobby and outside.
A cab is waiting for us, and I try not to wince as I think about how much it will cost. Though, I guess my wife can afford it.
And there’s no way we would make it to the airport on public transportation given the enormous suitcases she’s lugging around.
“I can’t wait to go home,” Winnie says as we get into the car.
“Home sounds absolutely perfect.”