46. Gwen
forty-six
Gwen
Present
Spitting out the foamy toothpaste, I rinse off my toothbrush and put it back in the medicine cabinet. My hair is a touch frizzy from falling asleep with it wet.
With a shrug, I switch off the light and open the bathroom door as quietly as I can, and tiptoe back to bed in the darkened room.
As much as I wanted to stay in bed, I woke up in a sweat and with a full bladder. Lance had somehow curled himself around me while we slept. Without waking him, I slipped out of bed to relieve myself and cool off.
I slip back under the sheet beside Lance and burrow back into his warmth. The fresh scent of citrus and spice fills my nose, and I breathe him in.
He’s still fast asleep on the pillow where I left him. His lips are parted as he takes slow, deep breaths, and all I want to do is wake him up and kiss him.
Heart fluttering, I lift my leg over his thigh and my arm around his waist, snuggling closer as I watch him sleep.
So much has changed this past couple of weeks, but in all the best ways.
Aside from the argument with my father, I wouldn’t change a thing about how Lance and I got here. Not even the gossip rag’s article outing us to the world.
Article or not, my father’s reaction is exactly as I imagined it would be. Hurt and anger had kept me from talking to my father about Grandfather’s will and Lance.
Verbalizing that my marriage to Lance was only so I could get my dream job felt wrong.
Did I use the job as an excuse? Yes.
The truth? I married Lance because I wanted to.
The silly crush I had on him bloomed into so much more the night he finally saw me. Kissed me and took me to his bed. Whispered sweet filth into my ear as he worshipped my body, marking me as his.
Hidden deep in a locked chest surrounded by chains, I had hope that we would find that spark again. That need for one another. And we did.
My love for the man beside me swells like a balloon in my chest, making it tight.
Dad’s wrong.
Lance is nothing like the man he described. Lance is loyal and thoughtful. He would never do anything to hurt me. All he does is try to make me happy. From donuts for breakfast to fries and chocolate for period relief.
Lance’s breathing changes, his eyes shift under his lids, and his jaw flexes.
I smile, untangling my arm from around his waist and placing my palm on his scruffy cheek. “I know you’re awake.” His response is a deep and growly hum that hits me right between my legs. “How did the game end?”
His eyelids slowly open, but the dark hides the cornflower-blue depths I love staring into. I love memorizing the way each fleck of sapphire and silver sparkles, and how his pupils dilate and constrict depending on his mood and thoughts.
“We won,” is all he says, not bothering to elaborate as he slips his hand under my shirt and places his palm between my shoulder blades.
“How did you do?”
Sparks of electricity crackle along my skin as his hand trails a path down my back to my butt, giving it a gentle squeeze over the thin cotton boy shorts I’m wearing.
“Worried I’ll drop my batting average?” Lance’s smirk is half flirty and sleepy, and devastating to my body.
My shirt rises as I hitch the leg on his upper thigh higher, bringing our centers closer. “You know everyone will blame me if you fall into a slump.”
He shakes his head, chuckling. “Not gonna happen.”
“The slump, or me catching the blame?”
“Both.” He kisses my nose, and my stomach flips at his sweetness. “If you haven’t noticed, my game has been on point lately.”
“Has it now?” I trail my fingers down his cheek, neck, and naked chest, reveling in the smoothness of his hard muscles.
“Definitely,” he murmurs against my lips before he covers my mouth with his in a desperate kiss.
Possessive and ravenous, his tongue twirls with mine as he steals my breath and drags me deeper under his spell.
When he pulls back, the sparse light in the room glints off his hungry gaze. “How do you feel?”
“Better now,” I breathe as he presses soft kisses along my neck.
Lance snickers as he nips my ear. “Are you still bleeding?”
“No,” I answer, arching into his chest as his hand travels the length of my body.
“Good.” Lance rolls me onto my back, covering me with his hard body, and settles between my legs.
His already hard cock slips between my legs and his tip bumps my clit over my panties.
Pleasure sparks through me, and a gush of arousal, hot and slick, drips from entrance and coats his shaft.
“Just so know, I planned on fucking you either way.”
Our mouths connect again. Slower this time. Lance leads, and I follow. Greedy for him.
The needy bundle of nerves pulses beneath his thick cock as I grind into him, and his hands slide along my side, lifting my sleep shirt higher with each pass.
“This has to go.” Lance sits back on his knees and pulls me up to a sitting position. His eyes fall to my chest, and he smirks. “I fucking love seeing you in my clothes.”
“I like wearing your clothes.”
“I like you in my clothes.” He grips the hem, and I raise my hands, aiding him in his quest to rid me of my clothes.
Slowly, deliberately, he slips the fabric over my head and throws it to the floor beside the bed. The cool air hits my skin and my nipples pebble, tight and sensitive.
“So fucking beautiful.” Lance places his index finger on my chest, pushing me back into the mattress, then trails it down the center of my body, hooking it at the waistband of my panties. Even in the darkened room, his blue eyes burn with lust. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I never want you to stop.” My breathy confession has Lance’s throat bobbing.
“Good. ’Cause I never want to stop. You’re it for me,” he says, feeding my aching heart with promises of devotion.
Lance tugs my panties over my hips and down my legs, tossing them aside with a hiss.
“Nope. Not like this.” He leans over and flips on the bedside lamp.
“That’s more like it,” he grunts, voice thick with need.
I blink, adjusting to the light. The bed shifts, and when I open my eyes, Lance is sitting on his heels between my legs, staring at my center.
Anticipation courses through me as he pushes back off the bed and shoves his briefs down his legs. His cock springs free, pointing at me, the tip red and angry, leaking precum. My mouth waters as Lance grips his cock in his hand and strokes himself.
This time, I don’t run. I watch. Eagerly waiting for him to fuck me with his big, beautiful cock.
“I need you. Right now, Lance,” I pant, squirming under his gaze.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you. Always.”
Always.
Another promise, laced with love and lust.
“Me too,” I whisper. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the man standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me as though I’m his reason for living.
“I know.” Lance releases his shaft with a smirk and grips my ankles. He licks his lips as he slowly spreads my legs wide open, stretching me to my max.
Alone in my bed, I’ve fantasized about him doing this very thing. My pussy gushes, dripping down my slit to my ass, as Lance studies the space between my legs with a look of desire.
“Absolute perfection,” he purrs, climbing onto the bed, his calloused hands never leaving my body as they trail higher, leaving a stream of goosebumps in their wake. “Nipples tight. Pussy pink and swollen. Fucking perfect.”
Lance leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the diamond-hard peak while his fingers pluck and pinch the other.
“And all mine,” he mumbles, switching to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention as I tangle my fingers in his dark-blond locks.
Only when I’m a writhing mess beneath him does he place his free hand between my legs and glides his knuckles through my slit, teasing me. “Soaking wet and ready for me.”
My hips lift, chasing his touch. “Lance,” I plead.
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “First, you come on my tongue.”
I watch as he kisses a line down my chest to my lower stomach and settles between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders and hovering his mouth over my center.
He lifts his head, and his lust-glazed blue eyes lock on mine.
I don’t dare look away as he spreads my lips apart with his thumbs and opens his mouth.
He extends his tongue, and in one long swipe he licks my pussy.
“My little witch tastes so good. Just like I remember, sweet like sugar.” His tongue traces lines up and down my slit, humming with appreciation. The vibrations find their way to my clit, inching me closer to ecstasy.
Lance buries his face in my pussy, lapping at every inch. As my orgasm crests to the top of the cliff, my body convulses and my pelvic muscles contract.
“More,” I cry out and thrust my hips into his face.
Lance growls, pinning my hips down as he licks and teases my pussy with his magical tongue.
“Please.”
Knowing what I need, Lance focuses his attention on my clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his lips as his tongue lashes at the swollen nerves. My thighs shake, bracing for the explosion.
I reach for his hair, clinging onto the silky strands as the blazing fire inside me detonates, showering every cell in my body with the scorching remnants of my orgasm.
Before I come down, Lance is hovering over me, crashing his mouth into mine in a vicious kiss.
My legs wrap around his waist as his thick cock lies between us, so close and so far. Shifting my hips, I force his cock to slip between my legs. I glide my pussy over the ridges and veins of his dick, coating him in my cum.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groans. The tip of his cock notches at my entrance, sending a quiver through me as he freezes above me. “Shit, we need a condom.”
I lock my arms and legs around his body, holding him in place. Looking him in the eye, I shake my head. “No condom. Just you and me. Nothing between us. I’m all in, Lance.”