Chapter Twenty #2
“I’m not tired," she says, her voice dropping into a husky, demanding whisper that sends a bolt of electricity straight down my spine. “I spent four days dealing with my father, taking care of Dylan, managing public statements about our wedding, and twelve hours standing on my feet and still… I don’t want to sleep, Brody. I want my husband.”
A possessive heat flares in my gut as I lean down, sweeping my lips across her jaw, down the sensitive column of her neck, feeling her pulse fluttering under my mouth. “Tell me what you need, Ellis. Anything.”
“I need you,” she breathes, her head tilting back to give me better access to her neck, her fingers scraping sharply under the hem of my undershirt, “to get naked.”
I pull the undershirt over my head and toss it onto the armchair behind me, exposing my chest and shoulders to her as her hands immediately settle on my ribs, her palms smoothing over my skin, her nails dragging lightly against my sides until my blood feels like pure fire.
I reach for the silk tie of her ivory robe. I part the lace, letting the fabric slip off her shoulders and pool around her elbows before sliding down to the floor.
She stands before me in nothing but a matching pair of low-rise lace panties that sit comfortably beneath her stomach. Her body is a masterpiece of strength. Her breasts are full, and her skin is glowing with the fierce beauty of a woman carrying my child.
I drop down onto one knee right in front of her.
“Brody,” she says softly as my hands come up to frame the sides of her baby bump.
“Stay right here,” I command gently, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to the very top of her belly right over where our son is resting. I feel a subtle movement beneath her skin, a gentle push against my cheek, and a quiet laugh escapes me. “He’s still awake.”
“He knows his dad's voice,” Ellis whispers, her hands trailing through my hair as she holds me close against her stomach.
I kiss her bump again, lingering there, letting my hands cup her breasts to take some of the weight off her lower back, then I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers through the golden light of the lamps.
“You’re the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I say, meaning every single word.
Her eyes soften, swimming with a raw affection that makes my throat tighten. She reaches down, takes my hand, and pulls me to my feet.
“Come to bed,” she whispers.
I shed my boxers, leaving me completely naked.
I don't let her climb straight under the covers. Instead, I guide her to the edge of the bed where I’ve arranged a stack of pillows.
“Get on your knees for me, baby,” I whisper against her ear, my voice gravely. “Rest your arms and chest against the pillows. Let them take your weight.”
Ellis doesn’t hesitate. She climbs into the mattress, moving onto her hands and knees before bending forward to rest, her elbows and upper chest leaning against the mound of soft velvet pillows, the position completely freeing her belly, letting it hang comfortably without any pressure, taking every ounce of strain off her lower back, while naturally elevating her hips toward me.
She lets out a long, shattering sigh of relief as the stretch hits her spine.
“Like this,” she guesses, looking over her shoulder at me, her dark eyes wide and full of heavy expectation.
“Just like that,” I growl, sliding behind her on the mattress.
I move my fingers inside the lace of her panties. Carefully sliding them down over her ass, down her thighs, and pulling them completely off.
The view of her like this takes my breath away.
Her skin is golden in the light, and her hips are soft and full, her lower back dipping into the gorgeous arc of her waist. I lean down, resting my broad frame over her back without putting any weight on her, my chest pressing gently against her spine as I run my hands down her sides, covering the heavy curve of her bump from underneath for support.
“Brody, God, you feel so good just touching me like this,” she whispers, her fingers gripping the pillows.
“I’ve got you, Princess,” I murmur as my lips trace down the center of her back, pressing slow, hot kisses along her spine.
My hand slides between her thighs. She’s already dripping wet, like silk, soaking my fingers as soon as I touch her. I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, working with a slow grinding rhythm.
Ellis lets out a sharp, breathless moan, her head pressing into the pillows as her hips buck against my hand. “Brody, please, I need you.”
I pull my fingers out of her, but my hands stay on her hips, sliding down to spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, opening her completely to me. I lean down and run my tongue from her clit to her opening, getting a taste of her sweetness.
A primal groan rumbles in my chest as I circle her sensitive skin and then push my tongue inside her, until her hips move against my face.
“You taste incredible, Princess,” I say against her wet heat. “Completely fucking mine.”
I take my time sliding my tongue between her clit and her opening until she’s gasping, gripping the sheets on the verge of coming.
Only then do I lift up, resting back on my knees.
I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, squeezing the head as a wave of arousal rushes through me.
Standing over her, taking in the slick, glistening view of her tight opening from behind, my cock throbs so hard it’s almost painful—ready to take everything she’ll give me.
I move in closer and hold her hips firmly in my hands, anchoring her securely in place so she doesn’t lose her balance as I line my tip up with her opening.
“Hold onto the pillows, wife,” I command. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
I push forward in one long, slow, deep stroke.
Ellis cries out a high, shattered sound, pure pleasure that echoes off the high ceiling as I bury myself to the hilt inside her, the angle from behind allowing me to go deep.
Every inch of my hard cock fits perfectly in her velvet tight pussy.
Her internal walls grip me with desperate intensity, milking me hard.
I have to pause, my hands digging into her hips as a low groan tears from my chest.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight,” I growl, leaning down and resting my forehead against her shoulder blade. I hold still inside, trying to maintain some control of my dick.
“Don’t hold back, Brody. Move,” she pleads, her hips rolling back against my thighs, demanding more.
I begin a slow, powerful rhythm, moving with deliberate restraint, pulling back, only leaving my tip inside her before driving back in, the sound of our wet friction and her heavy, gasping breaths filling the room.
I reach one arm around her waist, my hand covering the base of her bomb, holding her safe, supported, and grounded against my body, while my other hand grips her hip, driving the pace.
“Look at me, Ellis.”
She turns her head on the pillows, her cheeks flush, her dark hair tangled over her shoulders. Looking back at me with eyes dark with pure, uninhibited pleasure. “Brody, you’re so deep. Oh, God!”
“I’m right here with you,” I whisper, leaning over to capture her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, tasting her mouth as I thrust faster.
My palm slides down from her belly to press against her clit from the front, adding intense friction in every stroke. The double stimulation is too much. The combination of the deep, possessive angle and the relentless rhythm sends her over the edge.
She goes rigid under my touch, her fingers holding onto the bedsheets, her head pushing back against my chest as her inner walls contract around my cock. She screams my name into the room, a long, shattering climax, ripping through her body in hard waves.
Feeling her pulse around me, squeezing me in tight spasms, shatters my last thread of control.
I drive into her three more times, hard, fast, and deep, before pulling her hips flushed against my thighs.
I bury myself completely inside her and let out a primal roar against her shoulder as my release explodes through me.
I come hard, flooding deep inside my wife, my body trembling, as I hold her tightly until every last wave.
Once I’m completely drained, I ease myself out of her, watching as my seed drips down her inner thigh. I catch it with my fingers, pressing them back inside her tight opening, pushing every drop of my cum back inside her where it belongs. She gasps as I work my fingers until I’m satisfied.
Only then do I reach over and grab tissues from the nightstand to clean us up.
When I’m done, I lower Ellis onto her side, easing her onto the soft mattress before pulling her body close against my chest. I pull the comforter over both of us, drawing her back against me and wrapping my arm securely around her.
Ellis lets out a long, peaceful sigh, her body completely relaxed in my arms, her hand resting over mine on her stomach, her thumb tracing the band of her new platinum ring.
“Now that,” she whispers, her voice husky and sleepy, “was exceptional.”
I chuckle, kissing the back of her neck. “I told you I’d always take care of you.”
“You always do, Mr. Vaughn,” she whispers as her eyes flutter and she sinks back against me. “You always do.”
I hold my wife tight against my chest, listening to the rhythm of her breathing as we both drift off into a deep, interrupted sleep.