56. Preston
CHAPTER 56
PRESTON
I wake up with her sweet, curvy body pressed tightly against me, her hair cascading over the pillows, and her limbs entwined with mine. Today is the day I’m making her mine forever. I run my nose along her delicate jaw before covering her lips with mine. Our hungry kisses leave her flushed and breathless in the early morning light.
"Waking me up with kisses when you know we don’t have time to finish it is just evil," she teases, her voice musical as my lips trace a path along her jawline, leaving a trail of warmth.
"Who says we don’t have time to finish?" I growl against her soft skin.
She shivers, her laughter ringing like a soft bell. "We have to leave in thirty minutes," she chides, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “If we’re going to make it to class on time.”
My little stickler for punctuality hates the idea of being late. "We’re playing hooky today," I declare, rolling over her with a smooth motion, capturing her wrists gently above her head. "To get married."
She stares at me, her eyes wide with surprise, her perfect lips parting in a silent 'o'. "You're kidding," she breathes, the disbelief mingling with excitement in her gaze.
“I would never kid about this.” I kiss my way down to her silky neck, and she squirms, trying to catch her breath. “I’m going to take you to the courthouse and make you mine forever.”
“Today?” Her voice is hushed and breathless. “Right now?”
“Right fucking now,” I groan, watching her reaction. She knows by now that I never bluff when it comes to making her mine.
The sound of the judge stating Megan is mine forever is still echoing in my brain, but I’m too busy dragging my wife up the porch steps to care. The way she looks at me with those eyes should be illegal. I barely get the front door closed before I’m pressing her against it, kissing her hard, showing her what she means to me. “It's been too goddamn long since I touched your sweet body,” I mutter, lifting her up and hauling her into the bedroom.
She laughs, wrapping those sexy legs around my waist as I stumble through the bedroom door. It knocks against the cluttered pile of books next to the crowded bookshelf. Fuck it. I’ll worry about that later.
“It’s only been a few hours.” She tilts her head back as I nip her jawline. I can never get enough of her silky skin. Of her, period.
“Exactly,” I groan, tonguing the pulse beating at the base of her neck. “That’s way too long. My cock is going to rebel if he doesn’t get inside you soon.”
“Then hurry up.” Her impatience matches mine, and I’m done waiting.
She claws at my shirt, and soon we’re both half-dressed, all tangled arms and bare skin. My fingers trace her curves as I kick open the bedroom door, ready to lay claim to every luscious inch. I cover her soft lips with mine, drowning in her taste and in the possibility that she’s carrying my baby.
Clothes trail behind us like we’re shedding a past we never wanted anyway. The only thing I want is her. Under me. On me. Fucking everywhere.
We fall into the bed, and I kiss her like it’s a need, like if I stop, I’ll fucking die. Because I might.
She kisses the side of my neck, and I swear to God I’m about to come like a horny teenager.
“Baby,” I growl as I thrust my hips down to grind against her. The pressure against my dick makes my head spin. When she slides her tongue into my mouth, I can practically taste the words: I love you.
I lean over her, place my hands on either side of her head, and kiss those pouty lips. “Touch me.”
My cock twitches with impatience, and her fingers brush against my hip, barely teasing. “Hmm,” she says, playful and knowing. She’s about to kill me with all this taking her time shit.
“Don’t make me beg.”
She presses her lips against my ear. “I like you begging.”
I grunt as her soft hand wraps around my shaft, setting off sparks like fireworks exploding up my spine. I’m done for. My wife owns me heart and soul.
Her delicate touch drives me wild. I’m putty in her hands and don’t resist when she pushes me onto my back. As she kisses her way down my chest, I go a little more insane with every hot breath, every stroke of her tongue. “Please, I need you to suck my cock,” I say, on the edge of everything. She pauses to nibble, tease, make me work for it.
She stops at my hips, running her tongue along the front of my length. It takes all I’ve got not to lose it right there. I can’t hold back. I won’t hold back. She won’t let me.
“Put those soft lips around it and suck,” I tell her, and she glances up with a defiant little eyebrow raise that sends a shiver straight through me.
“Be patient,” she says. “I’m checking things out.”
She squeaks as I smack her ass hard enough that my palm tingles.
“You can check things out later.” I give her a feral smile, one I’m pretty sure matches my need. “Right now, I want you to suck my cock between those perfect goddamn lips.”
“If you insist.” She winks, and her lips part for my cock.
Her sweet, teasing tongue flicks over the head. Jesus. I stare at the ceiling, heels digging into the bed. Every inch of me feels about to blow.
I watch as she explores my length, lips sliding over my heated flesh, and my vision blurs. When the urge to come becomes insistent, I pull away.
“Hey,” she grumbles, looking up at me. “I wasn’t done.”
“I’m not coming in your mouth until you’re carrying my child.” I flip her on her back and lean over, kissing her everywhere. She’s wet and waiting. So am I.
“Oh.” She blinks up at me, surprised as I make my way down her body, kissing my way across her collarbone and luscious tits then making my way down her sweet body. When I spread her legs, she’s ready for me.
I bury my tongue deep in her pussy, fuck her with it until she screams. She tugs me closer as her slick walls clench around my tongue, begging me not to stop. I wouldn’t if I could.
She tastes like candy and sin and things that make me addicted for life. I suck her clit between my lips, biting gently. She squirms and calls my name and the sound drives me insane.
I want to do this forever, but my dick has other plans. Her body trembles, and she tugs me closer until I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t live without being inside her.
Her orgasm rocks through her curvy frame, and I’m on the verge of my own release. I work my way back up, stopping to give each of her tits a little attention before lining my cock up with her wet opening. I don’t want her to come down from this. I don’t want to stop.
“Please,” she begs. I love the sound of it. The way it makes me feel like she needs me as much as I need her. I cover her lips with mine, and they taste like sex, like her.
“I love you, Mrs. Caldwell.” I pull my mouth away, muttering the words against her soft lips. She digs her sharp fingernails into my shoulders, and the pain mingles with my need, driving me crazy.
“Show me how much, Professor Caldwell,” she breathes as I press deep with one thrust, cutting off the rest of her sentence.
Her hips lift to meet mine, legs wrapping around my waist as I move faster, harder. I want this, her, everything. I circle my hips, pick up speed while her inner muscles strangle the fuck out of me.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead. I’m so damn close I can taste it. I don’t slow, not for a second. When a climax starts tingling at the base of my spine, I reach between us and press on her clit.
We come together, her pussy clenching my cock tightly as I explode deep inside her.
“I love you so goddamn much,” I growl against her neck. When I catch my breath, I roll onto my side, pulling her close.
“You stole my heart the second you walked into my classroom.” I stare at her, this woman I’d do anything for. This wife who’s everything I want.
“I love you, too.” She sighs, snuggling into my arms.