Chapter 31
thirty-one
. . .
Al
Urging Riley to straddle me, I wait for her to get into position before I notch my cock at her entrance. My hands on her hips, I let her set the pace as she sinks onto my cock, her tight, wet heat squeezing me with every inch.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and I blindly search the mattress until I connect with the vibrator and turn it onto the lowest setting. The buzz is loud in the quiet room, and her tight pussy clenches around me.
I bring the toy to her clit, slowly pressing it against her. Her throaty moan makes my cock jerk inside her, and she throws her head back, her hips grinding against the silicone wand reflexively.
“That feels so good.”
My only objective is for her to come. I want her to feel good. Whatever she needs to get there, I’m game. Tomorrow, we can go to a toy store and buy anything she wants. Fuck, I’ll buy out the entire store if it means she’ll keep riding me, squeezing my cock.
Her hands settle on my abs, stroking over the tensed muscles while I flex my hips and fuck up into her. She meets me thrust for thrust, rising on her haunches and then sinking back onto me, the vibrations rumbling through her and into me, making my cock throb deep inside her.
The chemistry between us is palpable. We’re intimately connected, but it goes beyond the physicality. It’s never been like this before. I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin, like my body isn’t big enough to contain my emotions.
I fucking love this woman. I love fucking her, too. She means more than that, though. She doesn’t complete me; I am a fully formed person on my own. I wasn’t walking around missing half of my heart. But I didn’t realize how much life I was missing out on until her.
She makes me a better person—the best possible version of myself.
The love she has for our daughter is only part of it.
It’s the way she’s taken everything in stride, from moving here to marrying me to this crazy found family of the hockey team.
The late nights and early mornings and coordinating around my schedule.
I’ve never felt unimportant or inconsequential with her.
She doesn’t overlook me the way other people do; she sees me for who I am—and who I want to be.
I catch her hand, running my thumb over her wedding band. We did all of this so quickly, I didn’t buy her an engagement ring. But she deserves the ring of her dreams. Is it less romantic if I ask her to pick it out? She’ll be the one wearing it; I want her to be happy.
Riley squeezes her inner muscles around me, swiveling her hips. “You good?” she pants, her chest heaving.
Everything comes back into focus as I blink a few times, concentrating on the task at hand: making my wife come. Ideally, more than once.
The bed jostles as I surge upward and fold her legs around my waist, until we’re twined together like a pretzel. The vibrator slips, the curved end positioned lower against her clit, and I groan as the tip brushes against the base of my cock.
With my free hand, I reach for her, threading my fingers through her dark brown waves. Her hair falls a little past her shoulders, the front pinned back out of her face. The perfect length to wrap around my fist.
Riley’s breathy moan goes straight to my dick, and I trail kisses down the column of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She smells like lavender and musk. Typically, I’m not attracted to floral scents, but I love them on her.
An emotion I can’t identify bubbles up inside me.
I love my wife. Maybe it’s too soon. I definitely can’t tell her yet. But one day… Maybe I actually can have my happily ever after.
We can have it. Together.
Riley gasps, her walls fluttering around my cock. Her muscles tense and she throws her head back, riding my cock for all she’s worth. A long, low groan rumbles through her as she comes, her fingernails digging half-moons into my chest.
The pinprick of pain is enough to tip me over the edge, and I fuck up into her a few more times before my orgasm hits, my entire body overcome with pleasure. I remove the vibrator, turning it off and tossing it aside, the silence without it deafening.
She slumps against me, knocking me back onto the mattress and burying her face in my neck. I run my hand down her spine, caressing each vertebra one by one. As my heart pounds, a staccato beat echoes in my eardrums while I try to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” she whispers against my skin.
My entire body freezes. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re way too good at that for it to be the only time we’re doing it,” she says, half slurring her words.
“Definitely.” I press a kiss to the top of her head. “All day, every day. Who needs hockey when we can do that instead?”
She huffs out a breath of laughter. “We can’t lock ourselves away in this room forever.”
“Maybe just a little bit longer.” I tighten my arms around her, breathing her in.
After a few minutes, she rolls off me, but she doesn’t go far. Her head pillows on my chest, her arm slung low around my waist. Even though I know I should get up and deal with the condom, I don’t want to leave her. Don’t want this moment to end.
“Hey, Al?” she says into the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad we went on a date tonight.”
“Me too,” I confess.
“Can we do it again?”
The hope in her voice makes me grin. “Anytime you’d like.”