Chapter 18
eighteen
nisha
The Woman on Patton Pierce’s Arm
Seven Years Ago
“Yesss,” I hiss, my hips rising off the bed, my breaths becoming more unsteady.
Patton makes his way down my bare chest, taking one of my stiff peaks into his mouth. He flicks the tip, scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud before tugging it.
“Ahh. Oh, God,” I mumble, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
Most women would probably find the pinching, biting, and rough sucking to be too much. But Patton has always known how much pressure I need, exactly how I like it. A little rough and painful.
Though, he’s been more careful and controlled lately.
It makes sense given the rounds of IVF it took to get to this point. We’re both a little protective of our miracle.
He moves to the other side, dragging his stubble across my skin, teasing my other nipple with his tongue. Each time he tugs and nibbles it, my back arches higher, my moans echoing inside our room.
“So goddamn responsive,” he murmurs, plucking and sucking my scorching bud before kissing his way down to my navel.
He lingers there, leaving a hundred kisses reverently, speaking to the life growing inside me. “I can’t wait to meet you, little one.”
My chest warms, tears stinging my eyes at his gentle, reverent voice. It’s been ten weeks—more than the time we had the first time.
About a year ago, I miscarried six weeks into the pregnancy, after two rounds of IVF. Patton had flown out and was filming a commercial across the country, and I’d gone to the clinic alone, expecting a routine checkup.
But the moment the tech’s smile dropped, I knew.
I knew we’d never meet him or her.
It was as if the sunlight streaming in through the window had vanished all at once, like someone had pulled a blackout curtain across it. And instead of my husband’s reassuring arms, it was the tech’s—a virtual stranger’s—who’d held me as the tears streaked down my face.
It wasn’t his fault—of course it wasn’t. And though I’d heard his heartbreak over the phone, I couldn’t help but feel like I was all alone.
I shove aside the thoughts, scraping my fingers through his hair, watching as he rests his cheek on my belly. He stays there for a moment before continuing his descent.
My stomach tightens when he reaches the apex between my thighs, glancing up to find my eyes. He knows he doesn’t need my concession, not when the heat in my eyes gives him that in spades.
Dragging his flat tongue over my center, bottom to top, Patton tastes me like I’m a confection melting in the sun.
“You’re so delicious, baby.” His low voice ripples over my wet heat before he drags his nose down the same path, rubbing it up and down my slit like he can’t get enough. “The way you taste . . . the way you smell. Fuck me, you’re intoxicating.”
“Mmm,” I mumble at a loss for coherent words.
My chest rises and falls as I lock eyes with him again. His usually warm browns are blazing, alight with unbridled desire. It’s the type that could swallow me whole and leave nothing but ashes behind.
I writhe, silently begging for more, making him smile.
He doesn’t make me wait too long, though, giving me another long and torturous swipe, tasting me so thoroughly, a sheen of sweat sparkles over my skin. His tongue wedges between my lips as he continues to lick from my entrance to the top of my clit, circling it until my toes curl.
“Oh, m–my G–God,” I stutter, my hand tightening in his hair, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “That feels so good.”
Like I’m soaring and plummeting.
Living and dying.
Pulling my legs apart, he sucks on my clit, plunging two fingers inside. I bow off the bed, shoving my needy pussy against his mouth, feeling myself drip around him.
“Mmmph. Plea—Gah.” More indecipherable words tumble out from my lips as my husband eats me like I’m his favorite meal and he’ll never be full.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, softly tugging one of my lips between his teeth. “I want all your sounds. Fuck my fingers with this tight little pussy.”
Licking me with more speed and flicking my clit back and forth, Patton’s fingers brush that spot buried deep inside me, the one he always seems to find.
My body tightens, and I fist the sheets as I throw my head back, only barely registering his voice when he asks, “Whose pussy is this, sweetheart? Who’s the only one who gets to eat it? Fuck it?”
He nibbles my other lip when I don’t answer, giving it a soft warning bite.
“Yours,” I heave. “Only yours.”
I feel his satisfied grin as he continues to massage my clit with his tongue, sucking harder as his fingers thrust deeper.
My moans become all-out war cries when quakes erupt inside me, forcing my knees to bend and my thighs to shake until I’m practically shoving his head further between my legs.
And then, with the impact of a meteor crashing against the earth, I climax. Patton continues to lick at my folds, humming as he laps up my release.
God, his hums, the vibrato of his voice against my slick skin. They say more than words ever could.
Giving me one last lick, he slows the tempo, gently pulling out his fingers. Kissing up my body again, he comes to a stop, hovering over me.
“Oh, my God, Patton,” I breathe, reaching up to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “That was . . . life changing.”
His chuckle rumbles against my body, his hard cock nudging at my entrance. I open my legs before reaching down to guide him into me, and we both groan as our bodies come together, lock and key.
“Fuuuck, you’re so wet.” His nostrils flare as his forehead meets mine. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
Even though he’s fully seated inside me, I can feel him holding himself back, like he does so often now. He’s been careful, tender and terrified, ever since he saw the flicker on the screen.
Reaching up, I rake my fingers through his hair and kiss him again. “You won’t break me, baby. I promise.”
His eyes bounce between mine for a moment, but he must find what he’s looking for because a second later, he starts to move. Not reckless, but deliberate and sure. His body curves over mine in a perfect fit.
“Fuck,” he groans against the shell of my ear.
My legs widen, inviting him in further, keeping him there like it’s where he belongs. My core tightens around him with each thrust, drawing him closer.
This feeling of being loved by him—with him inside me, his weight above me, and his scent surrounding me—is unlike anything else in this entire world. It’s dizzying. Even now, after years of being married to him, I still can’t believe he’s mine.
Gently pulling me with him, he lifts me off the bed so he’s sitting on his knees with me straddling his thighs.
His hands hold steady on my hips as he guides me over his length, the fullness of him making me gasp.
My breasts press against his chest, my hands grasping his shoulders as I take him into my body with each slow, fluid motion.
“Patton!” I cry out, my voice catching on a moan as my head tips back and my pussy clenches around him. “God, that feels amazing.”
Beads of sweat form over our brows, the heat between us threatening to cause a fire, as we lock eyes.
I rise and fall over his lap, my pussy savoring every inch, every shiver and quake.
When I rotate my hips slowly around his cock, a rush of satisfaction rolls through me, listening to him groan against my neck.
“Goddamn, Nisha,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re everything, baby.”
I continue to rock my hips back and forth as I find his lips, kissing him until we’re clinging to each other, both out of breath.
His hands guide me with reverence, and when he takes over, lifting into me from beneath, his thrusts are powerful but controlled, each one laden with feeling rather than force.
Just when my pussy starts to convulse, telling him in no uncertain terms how close I am, he changes our position, edging my impending orgasm. Because he knows me, my body, and exactly how to make this last.
Laying me back against the pillow, he hovers over me. I widen my legs to give him access as he guides himself to my entrance. Wrapping his hand around the back of my thigh and pushing it toward my chest, he plunges inside me again.
Looking into each other’s eyes, we moan in unison, the change of position sending goosebumps over my body.
With every stroke, I feel him deeper, marking his name on every cell inside my body. And when he uses his fingers to massage my clit, I swear I see stars.
“You ready to come, Little Borealis?”
I nod, biting my lip as my eyes roll back into my head.
Patton rolls his hips, each deep stroke making me breathless. “I need you to say it, baby. You’re stuffed full of my cock, now beg me to let you come.”
God. And here I was thinking I couldn’t get any wetter.
“Please,” I pant. “Please let me come, Patton.”
He buries himself with slow, purposeful strokes, like he’s memorizing my body all over again. And when he finds that spot, he coaxes the pleasure from me with each brush of his tip until I’m screaming in ecstasy.
My climax swells like a tidal wave, my hips bucking against him. My body tightens like the string on a bow, ready to snap with even the slightest tug. “Oh god! I’m coming. Patton, I’m . . .”
I fist the sheets, squeezing my eyes shut, shoving my head into the pillow. Words hiss past my lips. “I’m coming so hard.”
And as soon as my orgasm crests, I feel him shoot his load inside me with a strangled roar. “Gahh! Holy fuck.”
Our heavy breaths turn to shallow pants as he pulls out from inside me.
Rising to his knees, he opens my legs and watches his cum drip from my center.
And doing what I’ve seen him do so many times before, he drags his fingers through it, trying to catch every drop before stuffing it inside me again.
My shoulders shake with a giggle. “I can’t get more pregnant, you crazy man.”