Chapter 15
Fifteen
Hannah
Lordy .
I swallow hard as my body starts trembling.
The truth is, I’ve never actually seen a man’s shaft. Aaric knows this. I’ve told him every detail of what happened to me the one and only time I had sex. He wanted to know what position I was in so that he doesn’t do the same thing and cause me any more trauma.
He listened without punching a hole in the wall while I told him how Jeremy came into my room, flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my panties off, shoved my legs open, and thrust into me.
There was a twitch in the corner of Aaric’s eye while I told him, and he gritted his teeth. I know he would have hunted Jeremy down and killed him if he’d still been alive.
A part of me felt incredible relief from putting that day to words, voicing my pain, sharing my burden with a man who adores me and worships the ground I walk on.
I love him to the deepest part of my soul.
Aaric climbs toward me and surprises me by dropping onto his back in the middle. “Come here, honey.”
I roll over and crawl to him, sitting awkwardly next to his hip. I purse my lips as I try to avoid looking directly at his erection.
He strokes my back. “You can touch my cock, sunshine. I don’t want you to feel nervous. Familiarize yourself with it.”
I swallow hard and lower my gaze. It’s so engorged and hard that it’s standing up a few inches above his stomach.
It looks so smooth, which surprises me for some reason.
I hadn’t expected that. There are thick veins running up the shaft, and the head looks like a mushroom.
He told me it would. There’s a slit at the top, and precome is leaking out.
He warned me about this, too. I’m grateful we’ve had a few candid discussions, even though they made me uncomfortable at the time.
I reach out and stroke a finger up his length. It is as smooth as it looks. “Well, it’s large, but it’s not as big as Eve’s head,” I mutter.
He chuckles. “No, honey, it’s not. You might still be sore from healing. Giving birth is hard on your body. But I’m guessing any pain will be fleeting. Just take it slow.”
I jerk my gaze to his. “Me? What do you mean?”
“Climb on the top of me, Hannah. Straddle my hips. Lower yourself over my shaft whenever you’re ready.”
I gasp. We didn’t talk about this. We only discussed him not holding me down face-first on the bed while he forced himself into me.
“I…” The words die on my lips. I can do this. I want to do it. It’s powerful. He’s giving me control. Ironic after he just milked me like a cow. He knows me so well. He’s perfectly aware of what will turn me on and what will freak me out.
Straddling his enormous thighs, I set my palms on his chest.
He reaches down and grips my butt cheeks. “Fuck, honey. You’re so gorgeous. You have no idea how sexy you look. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“What do I do?”
“Plant your feet or your knees next to my hips, whichever is more comfortable, then lift yourself. My cock will line up with your pussy all by itself. It knows where it belongs. Then lower onto me at whatever pace you want.”
I’m nervous and a bit embarrassed by my lack of experience and ignorance, but this is Aaric, my husband. He’s not laughing at me. He’s as kind and understanding as he always is.
I rise onto my knees, and sure enough, his erection pops up between my thighs, lodging at my entrance.
Aaric shudders. He grips my bottom again.
“I need to warn you, honey… It’s been a long time since I last had sex.
I’ve never done so without a condom, and my wife is so fucking sexy that I can’t breathe, so I’m probably going to last about five seconds.
I suspect I’ll be able to recuperate and go again in a while because you make me so hard. ”
“I want it to be good for you,” I tell him.
He slides his hands up to my lower back. “Everything that happens between us is heaven for me. Don’t you ever worry about that. I’m satisfied just from eating your pussy, sunshine. I always will be.”
We made the decision for me to go on birth control two weeks ago, which is why he’s not using a condom. I want to enjoy a few years with my husband and daughter before we add another baby to our lives.
“Now?” I ask, uncertain about what to do.
“When you’re ready, honey.”
I lower my body a few inches, feeling his erection push into me. It’s tight, but it doesn’t hurt. Not yet.
“Lift back up and then go down lower each time. It will help lubricate me as you go,” he instructs. His voice is tight. I don’t know how he can communicate.
I follow his instructions and gradually take more and more of him into me until I’m finally fully seated. All the air rushes from my lungs. I’m so relieved. I did it. It doesn’t hurt. It feels full, but there’s no pain.
“You okay, honey?”
I nod. “I think so.” It’s so…clinical. Surely, it’s not always like this.
“All your focus has been on your fear, sunshine. It’s done now. I’m deep inside you. When you’re ready, ride me. Bounce up and down. Grind your clit against the base of my cock. There are nerve endings inside your pussy you have never felt before.”
I watch our connection as I lift almost off and then thrust down. “Oh…”
“Mmmmhmmm.” His voice is strained, and when I glance at him, his face is tight.
“Are you okay?”
He nods.
I panic a little. “Aaric?”
His lips part. “Honey, I’m so fucking okay, I’m about to come. Trying not to. Want you to enjoy yourself.”
“Oh.” I bob up and down again, and his expression grows tighter. The man looks like he’s in pain. I guess it’s just him holding back. It makes me feel so powerful and sexy. Feminine .
His hands slide from my back to my breasts. He cups them and fingers my nipples. It feels so good that I’m drawn to lift up and down, which causes my boobs to jiggle in his hands.
“So good…” he murmurs.
After switching from my knees to my feet, I increase my pace, lifting up and down. He’s right. There are a million nerve endings inside me. And all of them are stimulated.
After a few minutes, I remember what he said about my clit, and I drop down hard, rock my hips forward, and grind against the base of his shaft.
My eyes roll back as I come again unexpectedly. I’m pulsing around his shaft as he shouts out. He grabs my hips to hold me steady as his orgasm follows mine, filling me with his seed.
It’s heady knowing that my husband’s semen is inside me. Someday, we’ll do this without birth control and make a sibling for Eve. Not today. But someday.
Aaric’s body twitches as he comes, his orgasm lasting longer than mine. Not surprising since I already came twice today. I’m grateful I’m able to focus on his face. His expressions are priceless, and the way his eyes gloss over as his mouth drops open is so empowering.
I did this to him. I made my husband come. And it was so amazing that I already want to do it again as soon as he recovers.
Two hours later, I’m exhausted. I’m lounging in bed, naked and unbothered by my nudity. Whatever was left of my modesty fled the house while I was riding my husband’s cock. Thirty minutes afterward, he spread me out, nestled between my legs, and thrust into me.
After that, we took a long bath together and then sat on the bed naked and snacked on crackers and cheese. It’s late afternoon, and I’m too tired to move. My breasts are engorged.
Aaric tugs on his jeans and leans over me to plant a lingering, gentle kiss on my lips. “I’ll go get Eve.”
I smile. It’s silly, but I miss her. I know he does, too. She’s the center of our world. It’s been nice spending time together, but we both need our baby back.
Most importantly, she’s going to be hungry soon. And I need to either feed her or pump or both. Probably both.
“I love you,” I say, finding the energy to grip my husband’s neck.
“I love you, too, honey. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I don’t move, but mostly because I can’t . That would take too much effort. I’m sated. I’m a liquid.
Aaric isn’t gone long, and the next thing I know, he’s propping me up and settling Eve in my arms so she can nurse.
“Do you suppose she cares that I’m naked?” I say, giggling.
“I’m certain she has no idea, sunshine.”
“Will she know if we have sex while she’s in her bassinet?”
“No, but it might be time to move her into the nursery. When you’re ready, of course. Or when we want to get amorous.” He sits on the edge of the bed and watches me nurse. His face is soft because this is his favorite pastime.
Eve’s nursery is fully stocked. My husband went totally overboard, filling it with every imaginable piece of furniture and all the baby toys he could find. He’s done a lot of reading, too, so he knows every single developmental stage and what we should introduce to her and when.
I’ve read the same books and articles, but it still impresses me how hands-on he is.
He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ve had the most amazing two months of my life since I wandered onto Gallant Mountain.
I was nothing but a scared girl who thought she was going to die that day. I’ve come so far.
Why, then, do I have this annoying ball of dread bubbling inside me? I haven’t told Aaric about it because there’s nothing to say. I’m just nervous. I keep looking over my shoulder. Something bad is going to happen. I just know it.