Chapter 11
Eleven
Rebekah
My husband’s expression as he empties himself deep inside me is beautiful. I’m still gasping for air from my own wonderment, but I don’t miss the ecstasy on his face.
I feel so close to him, closer than I’ve ever felt to another human being.
I didn’t even know it was possible to care about someone as much as I care about the man crushing me.
I don’t even mind that his enormous body is weighing down on me.
He can stay there for the rest of eternity as far as I’m concerned.
His touch is something I didn’t know I was missing in my life. It’s been so long since anyone touched me. Not since my mother died—until this morning when Asher snuck up on me, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me into the kitchen of the main house. His touch wasn’t welcome.
When Mama was very ill, I used to snuggle up with her and listen to her ragged breathing. It both frightened and soothed me. The sound of her heart reminded me she was still alive.
Until she was not.
I thought I would die when Hannah left. We were close—at least I thought we were.
She just disappeared. One morning, I woke up and she wasn’t in the twin bed on the other side of our room.
For a long time, I was angry with her for leaving me.
For leaving me alone with Dad. But eventually, I softened.
I envied her for getting away and grew jealous of her freedom.
I miss her. I hope she’s happy wherever she is.
I find myself smiling because I’m so happy right now, my heart is full.
Adam kisses all over my face. His enormous shaft is still buried inside me. I like it. It makes me feel like we’re connected. Like I’m home. Suddenly, it seems like home is with Adam, like I’ve been hovering barely alive for twenty years, and I’m finally where I belong.
It’s sappy. I won’t tell him about my silly thoughts. He would think me daft. I need to be a grown-up now. I’m married. I don’t want him to regret this. I will make him proud. I will work hard every day to keep his house clean and learn to cook all the foods he likes to eat.
Once I get pregnant, we’ll be even more connected. We’ll have a baby who will be part of both of us. I promise myself I won’t complain about the aches in my back or my swollen ankles or how tired I am—all things I remember hearing from other pregnant women when I was a child.
“What’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, firecracker?”
I smile. “I’m just thinking about how I’m going to make you proud of me.”
He frowns. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything to make me proud. I already am. You’re perfect the way you are. All I want is for you to be happy, so I wake up every day to find you smiling.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so happy, Adam. Thank you.”
He chuckles. “What are you thanking me for, sweetheart?”
I shrug under him. “For rescuing me.”
“You never need to thank me. What I did today was born more from my selfishness than anything else. I may have used your living situation as an excuse, but I wanted you, Rebekah. I want you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
I don’t know how he can see it that way. I’m more of a burden than anything else. I have very few skills that will be helpful to him or his brothers. My education is limited. Mama did her best to teach me and Hannah, but I doubt I have the knowledge of the average twenty-year-old.
I take a deep breath and promise him, “I will learn to do anything that needs to be done around here. I’ll be amazing, looking after the garden. I can clean and cook and whatever else you and your brothers need.”
He kisses me languidly again. When he’s done, he says, “Sweetheart, all I want you to do for now is eat good meals and stay by my side. Nothing else matters. You don’t need to cook and clean for me. I’ve told you that. I will provide for you. All I want is for you to be safe and healthy.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure how else to respond. I don’t want to disappoint him, and I vow to myself that I will not.
When he starts to pull away from me, I whimper. “Stay.”
His grin is gorgeous. “I’m crushing you.”
Shaking my head, I say, “I like it when you crush me. I feel so warm and safe.”
He angles his hips and pushes his shaft in deeper. It’s not as hard as before, but it’s still huge. His lips come to my ear. “Do you know what else is selfish about me?”
“No,” I breathe out, grinning at his jovial tone.
“The longer my cock stays inside you, the better the chances are that my seed will get you pregnant. I just got you today, and already I find myself wanting to see you waddling around our home, your belly huge and heavy.”
I shiver as goosebumps rise all over my skin. “I want that, too,” I whisper. It scares the daylight out of me, but I want his seed to find my egg and make me fully his.
He growls, the sound possessive and dominant. It’s in contrast to the gentle way he’s holding me and petting me. His fingers thread in my hair. “The things you do to me, woman…”
Another shiver races down my spine. “When can we, uh, do that again?” Will it increase the chances of me getting pregnant if we do it more often? I would think so.
His chuckle shakes us both. “As often as we want, firecracker. I suspect you’ll be sore for a few days. I never want you to wince again when my cock is inside you. It nearly killed me. The next time I fill your cunt, I want to see pure joy on your face.”
I try hard not to make a face as he eases out of me, but the truth is, I am tender.
I gasp when he scoops me into his arms and carries me from the room.
The next thing I know, I’m sitting on the vanity.
I squeeze my legs together because Adam’s seed is running out of me.
Part of me wants to trap it inside me, but mostly I’m embarrassed for him to see me so messy.
Adam grabs a washcloth and wets it before stepping in front of me. “Open your legs, sweetheart.”
My cheeks heat, and I reach for the cloth. “I’ll do it.”
He tips my chin back and holds my gaze. “When we have sex, I will clean you up, Rebekah. Sometimes, I will want you to stay on the bed and press your thighs together so my come can’t run out of you.
Sometimes, I might even elevate your hips with a pillow to give my seed the best chance of impregnating you.
But I will always inspect your pussy and clean you when I decide it’s time. ” He lifts a brow.
My face feels ten times hotter. He’s so intense and demanding. Why would he want to look at me down there?
“Set your feet on the counter, and open your knees as wide as you can, sweetheart.” His words are full of command, but his tone is gentle.
I do as he asks, gripping my knees as I plant my feet on the edge of the vanity. I feel so exposed. The lights are so bright in here.
“Good girl.” Adam pulls a vanity chair out and sits in front of me, putting his face level with my…uh, pussy.
I can’t breathe as he sets his hands on my inner thighs and parts my folds. His seed is still running out of me.
When I glance down, I cringe. “Why is it red?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
“That’s normal, sweetheart. Just this once. You bled some from when my cock tore into your pussy. It won’t happen again.”
Adam gently wipes my tender skin and the pink that’s tinging my thighs.
All the while, I hold my breath, embarrassed at having him inspect me so closely.
His face is inches from my pussy. He prods my folds, pulling them open several times before switching his attention to the bundle of nerves above them. He called it my clit.
“Does anything hurt, sweetheart?” he asks softly, stroking over the swollen nub.
“No,” I breathe out.
He finally finishes, rinses out the cloth, and sets it on the edge of the hamper. A moment later, he turns on the faucet in the tub and puts the stopper in.
I lower my feet, assuming he’s done, keeping my gaze on him the entire time. He’s totally naked and isn’t the least bit bothered by it. His cock is almost as hard as it was when I first glanced at it. Some of my blood is on him. Apparently, he doesn’t care.
When he turns toward me, he catches me looking. I jerk my gaze away from his manhood, but not fast enough. “It’s okay to look, sweetheart. My body is yours now. You may see or touch it anytime you want.”
“Will you show me how you like to be touched?” I ask boldly. He’s my husband. Why should I be nervous about exploring his body?
“Absolutely, but let’s get in the tub first. The warm water will soothe your muscles.” He lifts me off the counter and stands me on my feet, and then he turns toward the tub, steps over the side, and holds out a hand for me to join him.
Adam stretches out at one end. “Sit between my legs, facing me, sweetheart.”
I can’t picture what he has in mind. It sounds awkward, but I do as he asks, understanding better when he lifts my feet and drapes my legs over his thighs. Once again, I’m so open.
Without the bubbles, I can easily see his erection through the water. It bobs in front of me, tapping my entrance.
Adam takes my hand and brings it to his cock. “Wrap your fingers around it, sweetheart. You can’t hurt me. No need to be overly gentle. You can grip it pretty tight and even drag your hand up and down the shaft. I’ll probably come again because I want you so badly.”
I lift my gaze to his. “Again?”