Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Rain
I never thought I could feel this way. I mean, you read about it in books and hear about it in movies, but you think it’s a fantasy, that you will never be able to obtain that feeling.
Then, here it is, in my face. My heart is racing. Butterflies feel like they are filling my stomach. I can barely breathe.
It’s all because of him.
Ridge turns off the bike, holding his hand out to help me off. I should be worried about getting my truck back from the clubhouse, but I’m not. He makes quick work of grabbing my helmet and tossing it onto the garage floor. He leads me into the house by my hand.
I love this man.
“You have me home. Now what are you going to do with me?” I tease him.
He shoots me a look that would melt the panties off a nun.
“I’m going to take you to bed, Mrs. Harris.”
I shiver at hearing him call me that. It’s the first time he has really done so and meant it. Or maybe now that I mean it, it hits differently. Either way, it has me feral for the man.
“How about less talk and more action?” I walk past him, pulling my shirt free from my body and dropping it along the hallway.
“Is that what you want, Viper?” He follows behind me, pulling his cut off as he goes.
“What I want is to scream your name so loud the neighbors know it. Think you can do that?”
I’m playing with fire. I’m poking him in order to invoke a reaction. It’s my favorite thing to do. I love the way we bicker and how our spirited discussions are often looked at as arguments by others. I love who we are together.
“Better watch it. I’m not scared of your bite.” He sets his cut on the dresser as we step into the room.
Then he strips the rest of his clothes as I do the same. For a moment, it’s just us standing there naked, taking each other in.
The next moment, we are both moving. My hands are in his hair as I kiss him. His hands are on my ass, lifting me into his arms.
We are on the bed, rolling around on the comforter as we each fight for control.
I lose as I always do with him, not that it’s a real loss. Every time he wins, I always come out of the ordeal with more than one orgasm.
Tonight is no different. As soon as he has wrestled me into submission, he kisses me like there won’t be a tomorrow. Like I hold the key to the very last breath he will ever take. By the time he finally pulls away, my chest hurts from the lack of oxygen, and my head feels a little fuzzy.
As I gasp, he gives me a stern look. “Don’t you dare move these hands.”
“Or what?” I sass him.
He smirks. “Try it and find out.”
I press my lips together, wanting so badly to try it, but also knowing that if I obey, he will make it worth my while.
So, for now, I keep my hands where he leaves them.
He takes my silence as permission to go on as he kisses and nips his way down my body. When he reaches my pussy, he smiles up at me.
“Is all of this for me, Rain?” he asks.
“It’s for my husband,” I quip back, always needing to sass him.
“Hmm, your husband. Does he take good care of this pussy?” As he speaks, he slides two fingers inside of me.
“Yes. The best care,” I admit as I spread my legs wider.
“You want him to eat your pussy?”
“I want you, my dear husband, to eat my pussy.”
I see the moment the words affect him. It’s like a switch is flipped. Gone is the playful man from before. In his place is a rabid man looking to pleasure his woman. He doesn’t hesitate, licking and sucking my pussy while he curls his fingers into my G-spot.
I barely have time to suck in a breath before new sensations are overcoming my body. I feel lightheaded as he pushes me into my first orgasm, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
“Adam.”
It echoes off the walls as he shows me no mercy. Without thinking, my hands find his hair, needing him to stop, but he doesn’t. He continues his movements until he coaxes a second orgasm from my body. I am a shaking mess, unable to properly hold my hands in his hair, but he doesn’t relent.
It’s not until he has wrung the third orgasm from my body that he finally pulls back, looking up at me with a glistening face. He wipes the back of his hand across it before climbing up my body and kissing my lips.
“How did your husband do, wife?” he asks.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Solid nine out of ten.”
He doesn’t seem to like my joke. He narrows his eyes at me.
“You moved your hands,” he reminds me.
“I couldn’t help myself. You made me lose control,” I admit.
That small admission has pride beaming on his face. “Still, I’ll need to punish you. You won’t stop orgasming until I say otherwise. Understood? Even if it hurts.”
I swallow hard. This sounds like torture and pleasure all rolled into one.
“Understood,” I agree quickly.
Then he leans in and whispers in my ear, “If you need me to stop, you say, ‘Onion.’ I will stop immediately.”
I lean up and lick his ear. “Show me how you punish your wife.”
He growls, leaning back. Quickly, he puts a condom on. I’m grateful for his foresight because I would have forgotten it. I’m so lost in him that it wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.
I guess this is how accidental pregnancies happen.
“Are you sure about this, Rain? Once I have you, all of you, I won’t ever want to give you back.”
I smile up at him. “I love you, Adam. I don’t want you to give me back. I want this with you. I’m all in. So again, I demand. Show me how you punish your wife.”
Ridge
She loves me. That’s all I can think about. I want to say the words back, but she is pulling me in by her legs. She wants me to punish her when, at this moment, all I want to do is make love to her.
I can do both. I know I can.
Positioning my cock at her entrance, I slowly press into her. She opens her legs wider, giving me space. Pulling out, I keep thrusting in until I am fully inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust. I don’t waste a single second of this glorious feeling.
Instead, I set a fast pace, angling her hips until I hear the small catch in her breath, letting me know I’ve hit the right spot.
The fourth orgasm of the night comes quickly, leaving me barely hanging on. The feeling of her clenching around me is almost too much. I need more of her.
Grabbing one of her legs, I hike it up over my shoulder, thrusting into her harder. I stare into her eyes as I do, enjoying the loving gaze she has locked on mine.
“Please. More,” she begs, her body attempting to thrust against mine.
I pound into her faster. Harder. I keep going until her eyes roll back and she is screaming out my name.
Number five comes, letting me slow my pace as I try to withhold my own release. I let her leg down gently before I press kiss after kiss to her face as she pants, her body still clenching around me.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I can’t believe I get to call you my wife. I love you, Rain. I love you more than anything in this world. You are my reason for everything,” I tell her between kisses.
“Adam,” she whispers out.
“Shh. You took your punishment well. Your body is well and truly sore. You will feel me for days. Now let me make love to you.”
Her eyes are shining with tears as I press a kiss to her lips. She presses back as I slowly thrust into her. This time it isn’t about seeking immediate pleasure. No, this time it is about the connection. The intimacy.
I have never felt this with anyone in my life. In this moment, our bodies feel like they are one, moving in tandem as we seek mutual release this time.
I try my best to convey with my body that I am hers to own completely. That all she has to do is ask, and her wish will be my command.
In return, I feel her vowing to give her heart, mind, and soul to me. That she will be what I need as much as I am what she needs.
In this moment, I feel we get married all over again, only this time in our hearts.
I wondered if Rain could ever truly be mine, but now I know the truth. She was always mine, even when neither one of us realized it.
She was meant to be my old lady and my wife.
It was written in the stars long before either of us ever knew.
As we find our release together, I know one thing is for sure.
Nothing will feel as good as I feel when I have Rain in my arms.
Pulling free from her, she melts into the bed. Quickly, I get up and clean up the condom. After relieving myself, I come back to find Rain sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Bathroom,” she mumbles.
I laugh and help her to the door. She shoos me away from there, so I go back to the bed. Moments later, she comes back, climbing into bed as she cuddles up next to my side.
“I meant every word, Rain. I love you,” I whisper to her.
She looks up at me, only the moonlight illuminating the room.
“I know. I love you too.”
I lean in and kiss her softly.
“So does this mean you will stop giving me so much sass?” I ask, keeping my tone low.
She lets out a soft laugh. “In your dreams, lover boy.”
I smile as I rest my lips against her temple.
“Good. I don’t know what I would do without your sass. I find it a huge turn-on.”
She opens one eye, giving me a look. “You can’t be serious. You like when I’m mean to you?”
I shrug. “Call me a masochist. I enjoy every jab you throw my way. You challenge me in ways I never thought I would enjoy.”
“You’ve obviously never met a bitch like me before then,” she jokes.
I cup her cheek until her eyes are open and she is staring at me.
“I have. I’ve met girls who use their sass as weapons, and never, not once, have they made me feel close to the way I feel for you. It’s not your attitude, your sass, or whatever else you think it is. It is whatever uniquely makes up you. I love every single part of you.”
She sucks in a breath. “Careful, Ridge. You might make a girl do something stupid, like go and fall in love with you.”
“You already said you love me, Rain. There are no takebacks. It’s a forever thing.”
She smiles up at me softly. “I guess I did. Now I have to keep you. How terrible.”
“The worst. Wait until you see how messy I really am.” I press a kiss to her nose.
“Yeah, right. Don’t think I don’t notice that you keep cleaning up behind me when I’ve been making bread. I think you might have some unresolved issues that require therapy.”
I tickle her, making her giggle.
“Keep it up, and I will punish you again. Think you can take some more orgasms?” I ask.
She pushes me over onto my back before climbing onto my lap.
“Only one way to find out.”