Chapter 35
thirty-five
. . .
Al
I don’t know where I want to begin. Do I start with her mouth, sipping from her lips again and again? Or do I drag my hands over her tempting curves, memorizing the soft sweetness of her skin? What about feasting on her pussy, devouring her until she writhes against the sheets?
The longer I stare at her, the more she fidgets, shifting under my gaze. Paralyzed by indecision, wanting everything all at once, I go to reassure her, but I don’t have the words.
“Fuck it,” she mutters, before sitting up and reaching for me.
She tugs me on top of her, my body blanketing hers.
As she wraps her legs around my waist, my hard cock notches against her center, and every time she grinds against me through the layers of our clothes, seeking her own pleasure, I shudder.
Riley slips her hands under my shirt, mapping the expanse of my back.
The sting of her nails digging into my sore muscles makes my cock throb, and I press into her, burying my face in her neck.
My lashes flutter shut, and I have to take a deep, shuddering breath.
She tastes sweet, the floral scent of her hair products grounding me.
Her words echo in my head. She loves me. This isn’t temporary, this isn’t convenient. It’s real, and it’s forever, and I get to love her for as long as she’ll let me. My chest is tight, but in the best way. Relief, joy, need—they all crash together until I’m nearly vibrating out of my skin.
I cup her face, brushing my thumb across her cheek. She’s so beautiful it almost physically hurts. The light makeup she’s wearing emphasizes her bright blue eyes and her sweet lips, but I like her whether she’s fully glammed up or fresh faced or somewhere in between. I just like her.
Shifting back, I reach for my T-shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. She moves to do the same, and I help her lift the oversized sweater over her shoulders. Shimmying beneath me, she wiggles out of her leggings, and soon those are gone, too.
The red lacy bra and panties draw my attention, my eyes pinging between her chest and the apex of her legs. Fuck, now I’m back to not knowing where to start. I want all of her, all at once.
Squirming on the bed, she reaches for me again. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“We have forever.”
Riley laughs. “Yes, but we have thirty minutes before Emmy wakes up, maybe forty-five if we’re lucky. I’d like to make the most of it.”
“Fair point.” I scoot down the mattress, kissing down her chest and over her belly until I reach the waistband of her panties.
Placing soft kisses where the lace meets her skin, I breathe in the smell of her musk, so fucking perfect.
My hands grip her waist, desperate to touch her everywhere, but I force myself to stay in control.
Her hips lift impatiently, and I chuckle to myself as I mouth over the damp spot between her legs. My wife lets out a moan, tossing her head back against the pillows.
“Fucking touch me,” she mutters.
“I am.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, right where the elastic band meets her leg.
She groans, and this time, it’s not from pleasure. “Okay, let me say it this way. If you don’t make me come, I will—”
From between her legs, I look up at her, eyebrows arched. “You’ll what? You’ll stop loving me?”
Her face softens. “No. I will always love you. But I might be angry with you.”
“We can’t have that. Happy wife, happy life.” That’s what my dad and my married teammates have all advised, and it’s a message I’ve taken to heart.
Peeling the panties off her hips, I draw them down her thighs and toss them onto the floor. There will be time to admire them later. Right now, I have a job to do.
Her legs fall open and I spread her farther, her pretty pink clit winking up at me.
She lets out a soft sigh of impatience and I finally, finally, lower my head and taste her.
The moment my mouth touches her skin, her hips jackknife off the bed, and I bar my arm across her lower belly to pin her in place.
Slipping first one finger, then a second, inside her tight, wet heat, I focus on pleasuring my wife, paying attention to the way she moans when I find that spot on her front wall that makes her pussy flutter around me, the sharp inhalation when I do something she likes and the way she sags onto the pillows and finally lets herself relax.
With her hands in my hair, tugging at the strands, it’s all I can do not to reach down into my pants and jerk myself off.
But I can wait. I can hold off. Her pleasure is more important than mine, at least right at this moment.
I know she’ll make sure I’m satisfied when it’s my turn. She always does.
Before long, Riley’s moans come quicker, louder. Even with her thighs clamped around my head like earmuffs, I can hear the sounds of her pleasure, the way she takes what I’m freely offering.
She comes on a gasp, her slick channel pulsing around my fingers, her release flooding my tongue and my beard.
I lick my lips before trailing kisses along her inner thighs, over the crease of her hip, and up her belly, and then I press a soft, sweet kiss to the center of her chest, where her breasts meet.
“Hi,” I whisper, suddenly shy.
The melodic laugh she lets out makes my heart sing. “Hi. Will you please fuck me now?”
“I’d love to, thanks.” I wink obnoxiously and she erupts into peals of laughter. My low chuckle rumbles in my chest. I made her laugh. Me. I did that. And now I get to spend forever doing that, and I can’t fucking wait to start—for real, this time.
Still giggling, she rolls over toward the nightstand while I remove my pants and briefs.
We’re still using condoms plus her IUD. If she decides she wants to have another kid, we can reevaluate down the line, but my main priority is making sure she feels safe and protected.
I’ve never gone without a condom before, and just because we’re married doesn’t place the entirety of our birth control on her shoulders; it’s both of our responsibility.
Besides, Emmy’s existence is proof enough that condoms aren’t always foolproof.
Riley tears open the foil square and rolls the latex down my shaft, then gives me a few firm strokes. Her hand feels good, the pressure just enough to tease me, but what I really want is her.
Nudging her back against the pillows, I notch my cock at her entrance, my eyes meeting hers. The fondness in her bright blues makes my heart ache with a fondness of my own. How did I get so lucky as to find her? What would I have done if she hadn’t shown up on my doorstep that day?
She tilts her hips, insistent, and I finally, finally, slide inside her. The red lace bra pushes her tits up, giving me the perfect view of the most perfect woman.
I fuck her steadily, giving her exactly what she likes. Sometimes we play with toys, other times we go without. I’m open to trying pretty much anything if it means I can draw those sweet whimpers from her throat.
Like that one. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a soft, keening noise. My hand falls to her clit, strumming the sensitive bundle of nerves the way she likes until she comes on a cry, falling apart on my cock.
Leaning down, I swallow her cries. They taste as sweet as I imagined. She clings to me, pulling me down on top of her.
But I’m nowhere near being done. Not with her. Not with us.