Chapter 19
Nineteen
Rebekah
As I enter the living room for the tenth time, wearing the tenth dress Adam bought me earlier today, I spin in a circle so the skirt flares out.
A giggle escapes me. I’m irrationally giddy about all these clothes.
Who knew I could be so girly? I’ve been a tomboy all of my life.
My sister was always the more feminine one.
Apparently, I had a girly side just waiting for the opportunity to be let out.
Adam has been sitting indulgently and patiently in a huge lounge chair throughout this process. He tells me he loves every dress and that he loves me, too. Over and over. I feel like a princess.
He laughs as I spin again until I’m so dizzy I have to grab the corner of the couch to keep from toppling over.
Adam holds out a hand. “Come here, firecracker.”
I shuffle toward him. This last dress is a pale yellow with daisies all over it. I’m barefoot, and my hair is a wild mess of curls down my back. When I get close enough, he reaches out, snags me around the waist, and pulls me between his legs.
He kisses me and then looks at me. His smile matches mine. Happiness radiates all around us. Our relationship was the fastest-paced in history, but I’m not worried. This man loves me. I love him back. We’re going to fill our home with kids and grow old together.
He squeezes me so tight I can hardly breathe. “All that spinning reminds me of a little red fox who used to sneak into the barn. Do you remember that girl?”
I nod, giggling again.
“I used to grab her wrists and swing her around in circles until she was too dizzy to stand up.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “She loved that so much. It was the highlight of her boring existence.”
Another kiss. “I love all these dresses, and I think you should wear them every day, but…” His hands snake under my hair, find the zipper, and pull it down slowly. I didn’t even have it all the way zipped up because I couldn’t reach.
“But?” I prod.
“But, it’s been a long time since I saw you naked. Enough dressing up. I want to lick and suck every inch of your skin until you scream with pleasure.”
My face heats as the dress falls to the floor.
“What a naughty firecracker, wearing nothing under her dress,” he teases, holding me at arm’s length and staring blatantly at my body.
“What if I want to lick and suck your body, too?” I ask boldly.
He gives me a crooked smile. “You slept like a baby with my cock in your mouth the last two nights, didn’t you?”
I flush deeper. “Maybe…”
“Sweetheart, you never have to ask. Any time you want my cock between your lips, just kneel between my legs and take it out. I will never complain.”
“I feel so close to you when you’re inside me,” I admit. “My pussy or my mouth.”
His hands slide down to my bottom, and he parts my cheeks before easing the tips of his fingers toward my rear entrance. “One of these days, I will start taking you in your tight bottom, too.”
My flush increases. I might be bright red. The thought of him in my bottom makes me clench my cheeks. I fail because he’s holding them open, but that just makes the entire idea even dirtier.
He kisses me while his fingers dance around the sensitive, forbidden rosebud.
“I’ll start stretching your bottom soon, sweetheart, but my come is reserved for your pussy until you’re pregnant.
While you’re round with my child, you may also swallow it or take it in your tight bottom, but until then…
” He tips his head to the side and deepens the kiss.
I moan into his mouth. He can be so filthy, and I love every minute of it.
Releasing my cheeks, he smooths his hands around to my tummy and cups the flat surface. He nibbles on my lips while he whispers more dirty thoughts. “I think I’d better fill you with my seed again. We should do it several times a day until we’re successful.”
I shudder in his arms as I reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.
I like it when he’s naked just as much as he likes it when I am.
His body is gorgeous. His muscles are so sexy.
Even his tattoos mesmerize me. Yesterday morning I explored all of them.
My favorite is the woman on his bicep. She represents his mother. It’s so sweet.
Adam grabs my hips and lifts me off the floor as he stands.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the kitchen. “Aren’t we going to the bedroom?” I ask, sounding pouty.
“Nope.” He sets my bottom on the kitchen table and pushes the chair out of the way. “Lean back, sweetheart. I want to watch the afternoon sunbeam dance across your chest.”
Placing my hands behind me, I do as I’m told. Sure enough, a ray of light extends across my breasts. My nipples are hard points, and Adam leans over to worship them, back and forth until I’m writhing.
“More…” I beg. My pussy is soaked, and he hasn’t touched me there yet.
Adam steps back and languidly removes the rest of his clothes before taking his cock in hand and sliding his fist up and down the shaft. He closes the distance between us with a predatory expression, his lips turned up at the corners, his eyes dancing with promise.
“Lie back, sweetheart.”
I’m trembling as I stretch out over the top of the table. This is a new one. My husband never ceases to shock me. Apparently, we’re going to fuck on the table.
“Set your feet on the edge of the table and spread your legs wide. I want to see my pussy.”
I whimper as I do as I’m told. His gaze makes me feel so sexy and desirable. I love being his.
“Good girl.” He bends over and sucks my clit into his mouth. After not having an orgasm since before we left the house this morning, I’m so ready to come that I do in less than a minute. I’m still flinching from my release when he lines up with my entrance and slams into me.
Adam must also be desperate after not being in me for so many hours because he growls and empties himself almost as fast as I just came.
We’re both panting as he looks down at me. “Five minutes to recover, and then we’re doing that again,” he announces.
I smile and reach for him. “Maybe I could use my mouth for the next round?”
He shakes his head. “Where does my come belong, firecracker?”
My face heats. “In my pussy.”
“That’s right.” He eases out before pushing my knees together and bending them toward my chest. “Wrap your arms around your shins and hold your legs high, sweetheart.”
As soon as I assume the requested position, he gathers up some of his come from my entrance with his fingers and brings it to my mouth. “Suck. Someday I’ll let you swallow all of it. Not today. We aren’t going to waste my seed.”
“Okay.” I lick his flavor off my lips. I can’t wait to get pregnant and start a family with him. I’m going to be the best mom who ever lived, and he’s going to be the best dad.
I hope it doesn’t take too long, but practicing is going to be fun, too, so I’ll enjoy every moment of my time with Adam.
He feeds me another finger of his essence, letting me suckle for a while. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re pretty when your mouth is full of me.”
I feel as pretty as he says I am. I’ll never think of my pale skin, freckles, and red hair as unattractive or boring again. My husband thinks I’m sexy. That’s all that matters.
The sun is still streaking across my body. It seems like a metaphor for my life. Bright and hopeful.
I’m in love.
I’m loved.
I have everything.