Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Scott
P ausing between her thighs, her words drift just above my head as she coats my tongue with her sweet and savory juices. I place gentle kisses on each leg, then suck her center one more time before I push to myself to hover over her. I decide to play it like Wynter would have in the old days. With a teasing response, I say, “You just love my tongue.”
The balls of her cheeks round, and the glow of the bonfire sparkles in her eyes. This moment feels monumental, that somehow the undertow that has been threatening to pull us under and apart, releases us.
“Scott,” she says with a disappearing smile, “I might not remember loving you.”
My heart drops.
“But I know I love you. I felt it the first time I opened my eyes in the hospital. I felt it when you brought me a journal, on all our little dates for the past week. And when I dreamed of having sex with you. I don’t want to dream about it anymore. I want to feel it in the present.”
“I love you, Wynter Miracle Wilson. There’s only been you.” My voice strains between the cascading emotions of happiness and desire to bury myself balls deep inside my wife. I brush a strand of her dampened hair off her face, taking her mouth to mine. “It’s always been you.”
I pick her up and carry her to our bedroom. We have to angle her through the doorway, so we don’t hit her casted leg. Naked, I lay her on the bed, but she sits up. “I want to undress you.”
Running my fingers through her hair, she unbuttons my shorts and pushes them down, along with my underwear. She gets stuck at a certain point because of our baby growing inside her. Rolling her eyes, she says, “Well, I’m sure I look sexy as hell.”
What she doesn’t realize is how her being pregnant makes me feel like a caveman beating my chest. “You’re sexy as hell. But you’re mine. Only Mine,” I say, claiming her.
Pulling my shorts off completely, I leave them puddled in the floor as she sits on the edge of the bed with full breasts and pebbled nipples, she strokes my erection. With one touch, I’m having to recall all my strength. I could shoot my load right now with just one touch of her delicate fingers.
“I like it when you’re possessive.” Wynter licks up the side of me, then swirls her tongue around the tip, licking the bead of cum. “Just how I imagined.”
I choke out a chuckle.
“Salty. Manly.”
Fuck, it takes every ounce of self-control not to grab the back of her head and slam myself down her throat. I don’t have to wait long because she opens her pretty little throat, looking up at me with her darkened eyes. The caramel ring around her pupils is the only color in her eyes. With the room lit by one small lamp on the dresser.
She sucks me in over and over as my hips piston into hers. She grabs my ass, pushing me closer to her face, and I swear my head is half down her throat. With my head dipping into my chest, I watch her when I’m not pinching my eyes. Her attentiveness puts me over the edge. I pull out. “I’m going to come.”
“On me?” she asks.
“On you. In you. I’m at your disposal.”
Her eyes twinkle with black mascara smattered under her lashes. “How about both?” my beautiful vixen asks.
This gives me a reprieve and I’m able to stave off the orgasm threatening to cut our night short.
“Lie on your side.”
She does, and I ease in beside her, spooning her. Teasing her entrance with my tip. “You’re dripping wet, babe. Did you like sucking me off?”
Purring, she says, “Yes. It’s so big and tasty.”
“Don’t you dare say like the Mickey D’s hamburger,” I joke because when we were young, McDonald’s came out with the Big N Tasty burger, and Wynter was all about it.
She giggles as I slip my fingers inside her soft center. “I did like those burgers, but I like a good footlong more.”
Pulling my fingers out, I place them in her mouth, and she licks them clean. “You just had a memory. Tell me about it.”
My head pushes into her center. Slowly inching in. “Ummm, yes. Just remember being at McD’s with everyone. It must have been after a high school football game be cause I was in my cheerleading unform with a letterman’s jacket on. Purple with number seventeen on the chest, on top of my heart, eating a Big N tasty.”
I’m on one elbow so I can see her as she looks back over her shoulder. “Do you know whose jacket you were wearing?” Before she can answer, I say, “Mine. You’ve always been mine. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never want to be with any other man.”
I caress her stomach, play with her boobs, and roll her hardened peaks between my fingers.
“Yes. Yes,” she pants.
Making love to my wife is the highlight of my life. A pang of sadness hits me that she doesn’t remember our first time together, and I can’t lie—it’s also exciting. Tonight is the first time she truly feels me, and I’m damn sure going to make sure she enjoys it.
Moving my hand between her thighs, I rub her clit and work her into a frenzy. “Hold on, babe,” I whisper in her ear. Her breaths are heavy and labored as I plunge into her hard and pull out agonizingly slow for both of us, but there’s no doubt of the sensual gratification coming from going slow, anticipation building beyond my wildest dreams.
“So happy you’re my husband,” she squeals as a mini orgasm takes over her body. She clenches my dick, and I feel every pulse of her heartbeat and every flutter of her muscles as her face turns a light shade of crimson.
I look down when I pull out to the tip, and my erection is covered with her creamy arousal. Talk about a turn on and sensual. “My wife. My wife is gorgeous from back to front, from head to toe and inside out.”
As my control fades aw ay, I pinch her wet nub, and she screams words of praise. My movements become erratic as I try to multitask and hold off an orgasm at the same time. I pinch her clit, suck on the perfumed skin below her ear, and piston my hips.
“Scott. Scott. Scottyyyy.”
“Let go, babe. I’m right behind you.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Don’t worry, Wyn, I’ll make it until neither one of us can walk. Just let go.” My words are stretched, and the veins of my neck and erection feel like they’re going to pop at any second. So, I press my thumb against her puckered hole.
“Oh God, God, yes,” she pants out in staccato breaths. As I bury myself balls deep, I feel a rippling coming from my toes, traveling up my legs and into my groin.
“I can’t hold off, Wyn, please.”
She arches her arm around my neck as her body tightens. “I love how you take me. All. The. Way. So, fucking sexy.”
She screams, and her nails dig into my neck. I pump furiously until I let out a groan that reverberates off the windows. With extreme force, I spurt into her, then remember she wanted it on her too, so I pull out and turn her on her back. I lift on my knees, making a mess of the sheets, stroke myself, and aim for her boobs. I’m so damn turned on that I get it everywhere: on her cast, belly, boobs, and mouth.
Her tongue sneaks out and swipes her lips, giving me a lazy, sated purr. “Yum.” Wynter stretches out the m sound.
I collapse beside her, swirling my arousal over her skin.
“I read it’s good for stretch marks,” she cackles.
As a smile forms on my lips, I kiss her shoulder. “Then you won’t have a single stretch mark when I’m done with you.”
“Promise?” she says with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“I’ll never lie to you again. Pretending I wasn’t your husband was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” I hesitate, but I have to ask her, “Will you move home? I don’t want to pressure you but in my opinion, you might remember more here. Just tonight, you’ve had three little memories.”
She turns on her side, facing me. “I’d love to. I love falling in love with you, and I’d like to keep doing it.”
Her spirit attracted me to her in the first place. Yeah, the braces were also a turn on, and the cheerleading skirt, but without a doubt, it was Wynter’s zest for life and her playful, adventurous spirit that made me fall head over cleats for her. And once we kissed, I knew there would never be anyone else in my life.
Instead of cleaning ourselves, we have sex again until we’re both spent… physically and emotionally.