Chapter 38
[Trinity]
“Is she asleep already?” I ask Dart later that night.
“She is.” After an incredibly long day, he apparently had the magic touch, soothing Mirabelle with a bottle and a song.
He steps up behind me.
I just finished a shower and have only a towel wrapped around me. Another towel in my hands for my hair. Dart takes the towel from my hand and gently rubs the soft terry material over my short strands. The length is slowly growing out again.
I close my eyes as he massages the towel over my head and then tosses it on the bed, using his hands to continue what he’s started. A tender squeeze against the back of my neck. A firm scrub at my scalp with his fingertips, combing his fingers through the short, damp length.
“Feels nice,” I whimper.
He moves his hands to my shoulders, digging his thumbs into the back of them, before moving down my arms. He kisses the side of my neck.
“You feel nice,” he whispers just below my ear.
My skin pebbles.
He travels his hands back up my arms, returning to massage my shoulders and neck. Then he cups my chin and turns only my head, bringing our mouths together. We kiss softly. The touch tender.
When he pulls back, he says, “It was a good day.”
“It was,” I agree. “A special day.”
“Every day is,” he says, turning me so I face him. “Because you and me are together.”
“Forever,” I whisper.
“Exactly.” He runs his nose along mine, his new way to tease me. He brings his lips whisper close to mine as well but doesn’t kiss me.
“Tease.”
He chuckles. “You’re the tease, wearing this towel.” He pulls back to look down at the short strip of terry cloth wrapped around my middle.
“Is it later yet?” he asks.
“It’s later,” I say, a smile forming on my lips.
“Want to celebrate today.” He runs the back of his hand down my arm again, punctuating his desire.
“I know the perfect way.” I step back and release my towel, letting it fall to my feet.
Dart stares blatantly at my breasts, raising a fist to his mouth and biting the edge of it. “My wife is a smoke show.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re so—”
“Right?’ he counters, bringing his eyes to mine and stepping forward to walk me backward.
I shake my head.
“Seductive?” he tweaks one brow.
I chuckle, although he isn’t wrong.
“Good at loving you.” He doesn’t ask it like a question.
“Yeah,” I say, low. “That one.”
“Get on that bed, baby.”
A shiver runs down my back as he spins me to face it, guiding me to climb up. He removes his sweatpants and cups my hip, holding me in place, silently telling me to stay on all fours.
Then he crawls up behind me.
“Gonna love you,” he says, as his chest hits my back and his hard length meets the crease of my ass. He kisses along my shoulders and down my spine, worshipping me like only he knows how.
“Want to take my time with you,” he says.
And he’ll do it, if I tell him to go slow, but tonight, I just want to feel him. I want to let the time take us where it will.
I arch my back, seeking him behind me.
He nips one cheek, and I flinch, giggling after the sting.
“You want something from me, baby,” he teases.
“You,” I admit, strong and eager.
He skims his hand up my back while the other reaches between my legs, instantly finding where I want him most.
I whimper at his touch. A soft tickle. Not hard enough.
Then his finger enters me, and I hum, arching my back again.
“So ready for me. So good,” he moans.
“Always for you,” I say, lowering my head to the bed, while keeping my backside in the air.
“Don’t know if I can go slow with you in this position.”
We’ve been in numerous positions, and he almost always says the same thing. Since his return and our eventual reunion, we’ve been insatiable for one another, like we’d been when we first started.
When we kissed after a car ride.
Kissed again on my shift break.
And then started making out whenever we had the chance.
But the real change came when we started having sex. When I said we were hooking up, and Dart said he was loving me, even back then. Even before we fully defined our relationship.
He always knew it was love, he said.
When Dart says he never thought, I almost always stop him, but the one area I don’t is when he says he knew he’d never love anyone the way he loves me.
Fully. Completely. Forever.
He adds a second finger to the first, easily entering me, filling me, like only he can.
“So good,” I whisper, clutching at the bed cover.
“Gonna be good for you,” he says.
I smile as he continues to tease me, wrapping his other hand around me to get to that sweet spot.
I wiggle and whine, and just give in to his touch.
I come slow and steady, like the river that runs through this town. I languish in the release, letting it ease out of me, letting it carry me away.
“Wow,” I whisper, as I come down from the high.
Dart leans forward, kissing my shoulder blade. “Scoot forward, Trin.”
I do as he asks, getting as close to the headboard as I can. Then Dart is there, his tip at my entrance. His cock inching into me.
I press back to meet him, to draw him forward.
He wraps his arm around my middle, tugging me upward, and I use the spindles of the headboard to help me climb, until I’m seated in his lap.
“This is new,” I smile, full in a new way. My legs spread wide. My back to his front.
“Gotta keep things fresh,” he says into the side of my neck, smiling through his saucy comment.
Using the headboard as leverage, I lift myself, then lower back onto him.
“Trin,” he hums, gripping my hips.
“Like that?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
“Love it.” He kisses my shoulder. “Love you, Forever.”
I turn my head, but our kiss is quick because our pace picks up. The headboard taps the wall. The mattress shifts. And I stay on Dart’s lap, meeting his thrusts with my own, drawing him deeper, riding him faster.
“Yes,” I cry out. Yes to him, to us, to this. To our life, and our love.
He slips one hand between my legs, finding that sweet spot again.
“I—”
He nips my neck near my shoulder, another sweet spot he knows well. “You will.”
Confident, cocky, certain that he’s enough for me. That he’ll give me anything.
He teases my clit and fills my channel, and I’m clutching at the top of the headboard as I pitch forward and silently scream, afraid to wake Mirabelle down the hallway.
Dart moves even faster, surging harder, taking me to a higher level.
Leaning back, I wrap my arm around his neck. His forehead rests on the side of my head. He breathes heavily.
“Love you so much,” he grunts, until he finally stills, letting go inside me.
“I love you, too.”
We’re both a little sweaty and sticky, but we stay together for another second. Dart slips one arm around my breasts. His hand between my thighs lifts to my lower belly.
Once upon a time, we’d make jokes about what might have happened after having sex like we just did. And touching my soft stomach would bring me to tears, knowing nothing had happened.
But tonight, I smile, especially when Dart says, “Congratulations, Momma.”
“Congratulations to you, Daddy.”
We just celebrated our baby girl down the hall.
Dart chuckles, “I know what you mean, but that sounded dirty as hell.”
“You like it dirty,” I tease, glancing over my shoulder at him.
“Only if I’m dirty with you.”
“Always,” I say to him as he cups my chin and brings my mouth close to his.
“Promise.” It’s not really a question.
“Promise.”