Chapter 36 #2
I lift her into my arms and press a kiss against her forehead.
It only takes two long strides to reach the bed.
After setting her on the mattress, I straighten, needing to take in the sight before me.
Her breasts are high and perky, with rosy little nipples that beg for my attention.
I lean down and tongue the one closest to me before sucking it deep into my mouth.
With a groan, her back bows off the mattress, as if trying to get closer.
My free hand settles over the other breast, plucking and tugging at the stiffened bud before palming the softness.
The incoherent little sounds that fall from her lips only spur me on.
Her fingers tunnel through my hair, pressing me closer and holding me to her chest as I kiss the other breast before licking a hot trail to the middle of her rib cage and then along her belly until arriving at the elastic band of her panties.
My fingers hook into the fabric as I glance up, needing to see that she’s still with me in this.
She moves against me. “Don’t stop.”
My gaze stays fastened to hers as I slide the material from her hips and slip it down her legs, leaving her completely bared to my sight. She remains still, not moving a muscle, hardly daring to breathe as my gaze slides from her breasts to her belly and then lower to her core.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
Her legs fall open, and my gaze drops to her pussy. A tortured groan rumbles up from the depths of my chest as I claim my spot between her spread thighs before pressing my mouth to her heated flesh. She’s velvety smooth, with just a hint of wetness coating her honeyed center.
When I nuzzle her again for a third time, she sighs, trying to get closer.
“That feels amazing,” she whispers.
My tongue dips inside her slick heat before I lap her slit with the flat of my tongue. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing beneath me.
She’s so damn responsive to my every touch.
“I just want to eat you up all night long until you’re screaming my name,” I mutter against her softness.
“Please, Laiken,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop.”
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to stop. It’s impossible to imagine a day when I’m fully sated and not hungry, desperate for more.
When her muscles tighten, I know she’s close to coming undone.
I want to hear her scream out her pleasure.
I love the feel of her fingers threading through my hair, locking me in place as I nibble and lick her delicate flesh.
The way she moves her hips, spreading her thighs wide, as she attempts to hold me close.
Her back arches right before she screams out my name.
It’s the best fucking sound in the world.
Her hips rock as I pin her firmly to the mattress.
When she thinks back to our wedding night, I want her to remember every single drop of ecstasy I showered her with. It’s only after she melts into the mattress that I press one final kiss against her pussy and then straighten. I lift my hand and wipe my mouth with my thumb and forefinger.
A dreamy smile curves her lips. “I love the way you touch me.”
“There’s no way you love it more than I do,” I tell her, because it’s the truth.
And the dazed look filling her eyes?
It means everything.
I want more of those contented smiles.
What I really want is more of her.
I rise to my feet and strip off my clothes.
My cock springs free, standing at attention.
I’m so damn hard from making her come and hearing my name on her lips.
She scoots toward the edge of the bed until my erection bobs inches from her mouth.
Her gaze locks on mine as her tongue darts out to lick the bulbous head.
I hiss out a breath when her mouth closes around the crown, drawing it inside.
The need to touch her spirals through me, and I thread my fingers through the silky strands of her hair.
It’s not to hold her in place but to ground myself in this moment.
The way her gaze stays locked on mine as she takes me to the back of her throat is my complete undoing. There’s nothing sexier than watching my hard length disappear between her pouty lips.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to lose control, and that’s not how I want this to end. I want to be buried deep inside your pussy when I finally come.”
She gives me one last suck, hollowing her cheeks, which only forces me closer to the precipice. It wouldn’t take much to shove me right over the edge.
Kia releases me before rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head.
I stop, allowing my gaze to rove over her gorgeous body.
From the way her blonde hair is spread out around her like a halo to the hard points of her breasts that beg for my attention.
I can’t wait to see all the miraculous ways her body changes.
I want to help her through this pregnancy and make sure she’s taken care of.
“Are you ready for me, Kitten?”
“More than ready.”
“Good, because I can’t wait to slide inside you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when I finally come inside you for the first time.”
I settle on top of her, propping myself up on my elbows, careful not to crush her with my weight.
With the way I’m feeling, it’s entirely possible the tip of my dick might explode before I’m all the way inside her.
The realization that I’m finally going to claim this woman sends every primitive instinct I have hurtling to the surface.
I’ve never wanted to bury myself inside someone more than I do at this very moment.
As I press forward, her gaze holds mine, as if we’re the only two people in the world.
The head of my erection is nestled at her entrance.
For just a moment, I hold still. It’s exquisite torture.
It’s only when she widens her legs, tilting her pelvis toward me, that the tip slides inside.
I hiss out a breath as warmth surrounds me.
I’m barely inside her pussy and already, it’s so damn good.
Fuck, but she’s so tight.
And hot.
It’s like being wrapped in decadent velvet.
My dick slides in and out as I tease her entrance. Each pass goes just a bit deeper. She’s so damn slick. It takes effort to hold back when all I want to do is bury myself to the hilt and stay there for days.
Maybe forever.
“Please, I need more,” she whimpers, shifting beneath me.
“Okay, Kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging so prettily for.”
She arches, trying to draw me farther inside.
Her pussy is pure nirvana. A velvety fist that clutches the tip of my shaft. I can’t wait to feel all of her pulsing around me, squeezing me until I explode.
My teeth are gritted as I continue using short, shallow strokes until my cock is fully coated with her cream. When she cries out, I thrust, and her inner muscles pulse around my thick length.
I’m only able to stroke in and out a few more times before spilling inside her. Her name is a chant on my lips as her arms tighten around me, holding me close.
Never in my life have I come so hard.
Afterward, Kia curls up against me with an ease that only reconfirms that we’re both on the same page.
Her head settles on my chest, as if it’s always belonged there.
Her fingertips drift over my hand, tracing the ring she slipped on me this morning.
The intimacy of the gesture has my throat constricting.
With my arm wrapped around her, I tug her closer until she’s pressed tightly to my side.
For the first time in years, control doesn’t feel like something I need to clutch in a white-knuckled grip to keep everything from falling apart.
It feels like something I can finally set down because she’s here, meeting me exactly where I am, accepting what I have to offer without hesitation or asking me to be anything other than who I am.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, brushing a kiss against her hair. “In every way that matters.”
She tilts her face just enough to look up at me, her gaze steady on mine. “I already was.”
Contentment washes over me, and it has everything to do with the woman in my arms.
Tomorrow will bring questions. Speculation and scrutiny, headlines and whispers. And looming over it all is the custody hearing. The one that will determine how I ultimately get to parent my child.
But tonight?
Tonight, I don’t steel myself for what comes next. I’ve always used control as a shield. But lying here with my wife in my arms, I finally understand something I never did before.
I don’t need certainty.
I just need her.