Chapter 49 Ribbon of steel
Ribbon of steel
Oliver
I’m used to the dull ache and the occasional tug of the stitches when I wake up.
What I hope to never get used to is having her tucked against my side when I do. Her supple ass presses my groin as she hugs a pillow between her knees.
The soft rise and fall of her ribs makes ripples in the sheet hanging between us. I can’t resist threading my hand under her little tank top to flatten my palm over her growing belly.
I’m back with my family. There was a time it wasn’t guaranteed. Hell, I guess it never is.
When my thumb works in a broad circle, her breath hitches. With a tiny moan, she shifts closer, fitting herself snugly to my chest.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been able to feel her, touch her…
caress her how I want. Despite the pinch of my wounds, I push my thigh between hers, spooning her to meld us tighter.
I want to feel every inch of her. From her pinky toe resting on my ankle to her silky dark hair tickling my nose.
She’s mine and I never want to let her go.
And my stiff cock is begging to join us as one. To finally claim my wife.
I wish I was healed enough to give her what she loves, but hard and fast is weeks away.
Tugging down my boxer-briefs, my fingers lace under her dainty panties to bare her.
Her exhale, then rapid gasp before her palm covers my knuckles tells me she’s more awake. Then it keeps going, pushing her underwear to her knees to kick them away.
“This too, baby,” I murmur, threading under her cami, helping her untangle from it until she’s naked in my arms.
Now I’m free to roam the length of her as my lips burrow against the hollow of her neck. “I’ve missed you,” I groan, pulling her tender ear lobe between my teeth.
Her leg raises to drape mine, opening herself for my exploring fingers. “I have too,” she whimpers, trailing her nails up my wrist. “But don’t—” She jolts when I hit her slick clit. “—don’t hurt yourself.”
I’d lie in a bed of glass shards to still press against her body. Any pain I may have had fades into the background. “All I feel is you, Soph.” Every sense is focused on her. “My wife.”
She arches against me, grinding her soaking pussy into my palm.
Ignoring the twinge in my lower back, I roll my hips to seat my rigid cock between her quivering thighs. With agonizingly slow strokes of her sensitive bud, I watch the flush of pink spread across her pale skin.
I love to see the dimple in her cheek when she bites her lip, the starburst of her jaw when she clenches. Her breathy little pants that pour down to tickle over my arm as she digs in her nails, urging me faster.
She threads her fingers over mine, then reaches lower to guide my engorged head inside her scalding heat.
We both groan as I push deeper.
Then I pause as a delicious shiver runs through me. Letting my fingers play over her swollen clit, her inner walls spasm around me with every flick.
Fuck, I barely have to move. Instead I work her body steadily, kissing and nibbling her throat, stroking her, and rolling my hips in a churning figure eight until a low moan starts to slip from her parted lips.
But I can’t hold back. Shifting onto my elbow, my knee follows hers to spread her wider so I can sink my full length into her quivering depths.
Her panting whine rises as she turns her flushed face into her pillow, biting at the cotton with the first crashing waves ripple through her.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby,” I grunt, pushing into her clamping pussy as my own climax teeters on the edge of release.
“Ollie!” she cries, her fingers squeezing my wrist just as tightly as her body strangles my cock. Her needy inner muscles pulse around me, milking me for every drop.
I needed her more than I realized. To feel her shatter in passion, not in grief.
This is the first time I’ve felt human since the wedding. Like I can reclaim my life. That I can overcome the pain and the frustration to hold my wife in love and give her the escape I know she’s been craving as well.
I don’t want to pull out. I want to savor this. It’s been a tantalizing lure for so long. Not just the orgasm, but the intimacy that we both desperately needed.
“I love you, Sophia,” I choke, framing her body with mine. “I want to bubble wrap you so you’re never hurt again.”
The pain I saw in her eyes last night will always haunt me. She had to suffer alone, through the fear and the unknown, yet she stood by my side the entire time.
Unwavering.
She has a ribbon of steel in her veins. I wish I was half as strong as she is.
I just know that if the roles had been reversed, I would have lashed out, taken on the world in anger and frustration.
“I love you too,” she whispers, tightening her fingers over mine until our rings touch. “Can we just stay like this?”
I nuzzle the nape of her neck, breathing her in. “Anything for you, princess.”
I’m not sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like I haven’t been in a hospital for almost the last month.
But this time we’re back in the ultrasound room, watching the blurry black and white images flickering across the screen.
“There’s the nose. Oh, look! A hand!” the lady running the machine exclaims.
I can see everything clearer this time. That’s my baby on the display.
Sophia squeezes my fingers, yet her focus never shifts away from the images.
“Let’s see if your little one is going to cooperate today.” The tech purses her lips as she moves the wand over Sophia’s lower belly. “You’re sure you want to know now? A lot of parents are opting for reveal parties.”
“We’ve had enough surprises,” Sophia says flatly. “We want to know.”
The woman’s brows raise, but she nods. Her hand clicks on the mouse, freezing the picture. “That right there, is a penis.” She points with a smile. “Congratulations, you’re having a boy.”
Sophia glances at me with tears. “I’ll have a mini-you. I love that so much.”
Her dad once told me the best thing in the world is having kids because it’s a way to have some of the person you love out into the world.
I get it. Our baby will have a piece of her too.
“I wonder what Val’s having?” Sophia muses as we’re heading to my new work truck.
It still smells like it’s off the showroom floor, only because I haven’t really started back yet.
Brent has been keeping the pipe job running, and all of my crew has been very understanding.
There’s just something so damn hard about wanting to leave my wife. We haven’t been apart since I’ve gotten home.
“I’m guessing you’ll find out tomorrow at the baby shower.” I pull her door open and help her up the step to her seat.
Now that my stitches are out, some of the sting has left when I sit. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s no longer painful.
“I don’t know what would be more fun, having Sawyer and I both have boys, or having one of each?” Her finger taps her full, pouty lip as she reaches across the console for me.
Our hands weave while I pull out of the parking lot.
“I think we should have three or four of each.” I pull her thumb to my lips with a sly smirk.
She snorts. “You better get really used to this belly. And the darn stretch marks.” She points down at her growing bump.
“Soph,” I choke around the sudden knot in my throat. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Then I pause, realizing something. “You don’t mind my scars?”
“Of course not! You saved us. You’re my hero.” Tears well in her lids that she blinks rapidly to keep from spilling.
“Those marks on your body are from you being a hero too.” I reach over, flattening my palm over her extended abdomen. “This here? This is the real magic.”
She presses her hand over mine. “Thank you.”
“Now, what do you think about stopping at the bar for some mozzarella sticks, and then we take the horses out to stretch their legs? There’s a pretty spot up above the house where I want to make love to my wife while the sun sets.”
“Aw, see? You can be romantic,” she giggles.