51. Gwen
fifty-one
Gwen
One month later
My hair lazily drifts around me as I float on my back and stare at the moon, waiting for Lance to arrive home.
If my calculations are correct, he should be here any minute. The Evaders played a late game, and while I usually stay until the end of the ninth inning, tonight I left early. I have something special planned for my husband.
Husband.
A ghost of a smile curls my lips.
When I started working for the Evaders, I thought my biggest challenge was going to be my father. I was so wrong. Turns out not falling for the first baseman was the real challenge.
At times, my life feels like a dream. Lance and I are happy and in love. The Evaders are killing it and will be headed to the playoffs. The All-Star weekend events went off without a hitch, and when Maryse went on her maternity leave, I slid into the role with ease. And with my father’s support.
Since Dad apologized, he has been nothing but supportive of my career and of my relationship with Lance.
I have a feeling he and Lance came to some sort of agreement, and that’s all I can ask for.
As for my brothers, they weren’t bothered by anything and have happily gone along with my father’s decision.
Lance is slowly building a relationship with his dad. Video calls have been helpful in bringing them together, and his mom, Holly, is more than happy to be the buffer between them.
Holly and I have grown close over the last couple of weeks. She texts me often, checking in on me and Lance. I’ve also included her in the group chat with my mom and Juju. The three of them are a riot, and I’ve left all the wedding planning up to them.
The only thing I care about is the dress.
I plan on wearing the dress Lance picked out for me when we got married in Las Vegas. I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. The dress he chose was perfect. Lance doesn’t know about the dress yet, and I can’t wait to surprise him.
The feeling of being watched makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Lance.
I smirk at the sky and wait.
The swish of the sliding glass door to our bedroom sends a prickling wave of anticipation over me. My nipples tighten and my skin pimples, my body overheating from the inside out.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mrs. Taylor?” His rough voice cuts through the lapping water in the pool, making my core clench with need.
“Swimming laps?” Still floating, I turn my head to face him.
My mouth waters at the sight of Lance standing at the edge of the pool with his gray dress shirt hanging open over his broad shoulders, showing off every delicious ridge of his abs and the hard V that leads south.
He’s barefoot, and his charcoal dress slacks are unbuttoned and unzipped as he looms over me.
“Naked?” he asks, his blue eyes burning like liquid pools of sapphire.
Biting my lip and looking as innocent as can be, I swim toward him and rest my arms at his feet along the stone edging that surrounds the pool.
“I was trying to be hydrodynamic.”
“Clever,” he says with a coy smile as he shrugs off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground.
“I thought so.” Eyes on his, I push off the wall and swim backward. “Are you going to just stand there and watch me all night, or are you going to get in?”
“I can do both.” He rolls his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes rake over my body, from head to toe, in fiery licks. “Look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Perfect. I can’t wait to get my mouth on those sexy, hard nipples.”
Hot and wet, my pussy gushes with arousal under his gaze as I drag my fingers over my tight nipples.
Lance sticks his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and boxers and shoves them off his hips and down his legs, his hard cock springing free. “Is your pussy begging for my mouth too?”
“Yes,” I whimper as I tread water in the middle of the pool.
The hungry need for my husband grows as I watch him kick the offending fabric around his ankles to the side and grip his thick shaft, stroking it from root to tip.
“Lance.” His name is a whisper on my lips. A plea for him to touch me.
He listens and dives into the pool headfirst, reaching me in seconds. Water cascades down his hard body as he stands and brushes the droplets off his face and then grips my hips, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, aligning our centers.
“I love coming home to find my sexy wife naked and needy. Begging to be fucked.”
“I love when my sexy husband comes home and fucks me in the pool until I come screaming his name.”
“Witch,” he hisses as his cock twitches between my legs.
He crushes his mouth to mine in a hard, wet embrace. Ravenous and hungry, we attack one another, our tongues grappling for control. This kiss is rough and needy. Passionate. Uninhibited.
I give as good as I get. Lance bites my bottom lip with his teeth as I nip his upper one. He swirls his tongue around mine, sucking, as I rub my pussy over the stiff ridges of his cock.
His mouth moves lower as he hoists my body higher to meet in the middle. One hand on my ass, the other on the back of my neck, Lance tilts my head back and attacks my neck and chest, sucking at my heated flesh and marking me.
My eyes fall closed as his hot mouth finds my nipple. Tongue swirling, he sucks the hardened peak into his mouth, then pulls off with a pop and switches sides. The deep pull of the sensitive bud tugs at the invisible string connected to my core, making my clit throb.
“Yes. Right there,” I hum as I dig my nails into his shoulders and slip his cock through my slit, covering him in my arousal. “Don’t stop.”
Lance rears back. “You sure?”
I cup his scruffy cheeks and stare into his deep blue eyes. “I’m sure. Every time I look at this pool, I want to be reminded of how good you made me feel as you fucked me under the stars.”
“You undo me, Wife,” he mumbles, the same words he did when I told him I love him for the first time.
He’s not the only one undone and ruined beyond all recognition by our love.
“And you undo me, Husband.” I notch his cock at my entrance. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I kiss his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He covers my mouth with his, kissing me with everything he’s got.
Love and lust mix into a heady combination as I slide down Lance’s length, his broad tip spreading me open.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good. So tight.” He rests his forehead on mine as his cock throbs deep inside me.
“More, please,” I beg as I try to buck my hips, but Lance’s grip on my ass keeps me still.
“Be good, little witch. Or I won’t let you come.”
“No, please,” I whimper as the coil in my lower belly curls tight. I press kisses to his throat and jaw. “I promise I’ll be good.”
Lance slowly slides me up his length, then quickly slams me down on his cock. Air catches in my lungs as he buries himself deep, and the twinge of pain turns to pleasure.
“Breathe, love.”
I do as I’m told, breathing in the remnants of Lance’s masculine scent on his neck as I cling to his body, releasing my control to him. My body trembles as Lance picks up his pace, moving inside me in unhurried strokes.
“That’s it. Let me inside your pretty pussy.”
The friction between the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs and the base of his cock grows hot and tingly, coaxing my orgasm forward.
“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like a good wife.” He growls as my muscles flutter around his dick. “Fuck, it feels so good when your pussy refuses to let me pull out and sucks me in deeper.”
“Then don’t pull out,” I hiss, trailing my nails over his shoulder and down his chest.
“You want my cock to live inside your pussy? To never leave? To fuck you all day every day? To make you come over and over until I fill you with every drop of my cum?”
I want to drown in the filthy rumble of his voice.
“Yes. All of it,” I pant. Our water slick bodies move in tandem, working together to allow his cock to fill me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Water lapping, bodies slapping, and groans of pleasure fill the air.
“Fuck, I’m close. Get there, baby. Come with me.” Lance swivels his hips, hitting that magical spot inside me.
“Oh, yes … right there, Lance.” He places his thumb on my clit and buries his cock as deep as he can, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop.” One, two, three more strokes, and my pussy clamps down around him, every muscle in my body contracting. “I-I’m there. Oh—”
The rest of my thoughts disappear like smoke in the wind as I shatter, my orgasm burning through me like a raging fire. Satisfaction and relief flood my system, rippling from my core to the top of my head and to the tips of my fingers and toes.
As if he were waiting for me, Lance finally lets go and his orgasm bursts out of him. His hard muscles twitch beneath my palms as he comes. My pussy flutters around his cock as it pulses inside me, filling me with thick hot cum.
The pounding of my heart in my ears fades, replaced by our ragged breaths and the soothing splash of water.
Never have I ever experienced anything as amazing as us. Lance and I together are perfect. Two pieces of the same puzzle.
“Fuck, that was amazing. We’re amazing,” Lance amends, mirroring my thoughts.
My cheeks hurt from the huge smile filling my face, and I can’t stop the giggle that pops out of me.
My butt hits the cool, hard stone as Lance pulls his cock out from my body and places me on the edge of the pool. He steps between my legs and pushes the drenched curls clinging to my face behind my ears. “Should I be worried that you’re laughing after sex?”
He grins as I run my fingers through his wet hair.
“No. You just repeated something I said in my head.”
“I like that. Great minds …” He winks, then leans forward to pepper my neck with kisses.
I fall back on my hands to gaze up at Lance’s handsome face.
There’s been something on my mind, and since my man is all satisfied, with a dopey, sex-drugged look on his face, now is the perfect time to bring it up.
“Can I ask you a question?”