Chapter 41
ANDERSON
I must have died and gone to heaven, because seeing Ava—my naked, flushed, pregnant wife—in my bed is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Gathering her in my arms, I bring her to the bathroom, setting her down on the counter as I turn on the shower and take off the rest of my clothes.
I should probably be more embarrassed that I came in my pants just from watching Ava come, but I’m not.
My body can’t get enough of hers, and my dick is begging to be inside her. To feel her.
She looks at me, a smirk on her face as I reach in to feel the water, making sure it’s warm enough.
“Want to help me clean up the mess you made?” I ask her, holding my other hand out to her.
She hops off the counter, sliding her panties down her long, toned legs, before stepping out of them and taking my extended hand.
We step into the water, letting the stream fall over us, and I pull her into me, crashing my lips against hers.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Ava. If I could, I would spend the rest of my days kissing her, feeling her tongue swirl around mine, swallowing all the little sounds she makes.
She’s never let me kiss her this much.
And when she doesn’t pull away, I feel my heart clench, and my dick harden at the same time.
She breaks the kiss, but before I can open my eyes, I feel her hands move down my chest, down my stomach, until she places them on my thighs.
“Ava,” I groan, but I can’t say anything else because my mind short-circuits when I feel her mouth wrap around my cock.
My palm presses against the wall of the shower, my knees going weak as her warm mouth moves down my cock. Her tongue swirls against the underside of my shaft, and my other hand instinctively goes to the back of her head.
She works me until I’m right at the edge, my fingers tangled in her hair as I resist the urge to fuck her mouth, trying to hold myself off.
I pull back, my cock sliding from her mouth. Looking down at her, and seeing her on her knees, her hair wet and soft in my palm, has me almost coming again on the spot.
“The next time I come, it’s going to be inside my wife,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
She smirks up at me before she stands to her full height, reaching behind me to turn the water off, stepping out of the shower before I can say another word.
After tonight, I think I’m going to have to chain her to my bed.
Not because I think she’s going to run—I think tonight I’ve shown her there’s no need to.
But because I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of her.
The thought catches me off guard, considering I’ve never felt so possessive over anything—let alone anyone—in my life.
She grabs her towel from where it hangs behind the door to her bedroom and wraps it around her body, but my mind is so focused on being inside her, I don’t care if we get my bed wet.
I don’t care if the world is on fire around us.
Nothing will stop me from fucking my wife in my bed.
Our bed.
She lets her towel fall to her feet before she lays down on my bed, and I instantly find myself on my knees, kissing up her body, stopping at her pussy to taste her—not having had enough of her when I licked her off my fingers.
I lick and suck and nip at her sensitive skin until she’s clawing at my shoulders, pulling me on top of her.
“The next time I come,” she says, throwing my words from the shower back at me, “it’s going to be around my husband’s cock. ”
Hearing her call me her husband is like throwing a match into gasoline.
I grab her by the hips, flipping us, so she’s on top, absolutely nothing between us. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, but if you want to use a condom, consider it done.” The words rush out when I feel her bare pussy against my cock. “Please, just fuck me,” I plead.
“So pretty when you beg,” she coos, lifting up on her knees to wrap her hands around my cock, lightly stroking up and down. “I haven’t been with anyone since you either.”
“Please.” The word comes out less of a plea and more as a cry for mercy. “I’ll be so good for you.”
She angles my cock just below her pussy. All it would take is for me to use my grip on her hip to slam her down, but I don’t.
I wait for her.
“Promise?” she asks, a smirk on her swollen lips.
“Promise,” I grit through my teeth, both of us knowing full well that anything she wants from me is already hers, no need for promises.
Her teeth sink into her lip as she bottoms out on my cock, and I now know for a fact that I’ve died and gone to heaven. I groan at the sensation of being inside her bare, no layers between us.
How we belong.
It takes everything in me not to pound up into her.
“Such a good boy,” she purrs, and she looks so much better with me underneath her. “Such a good husband,” she says, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she slowly moves up and down, my fingers digging into her thighs.
“Ride me like you own me, love. Please,” I beg.
And she does. She moves her hips against me, taking everything she needs from me while giving me more than I could ever ask for. She rests her hands on my chest, her fingernails leaving marks on my skin that I hope turn to scars.
“Ava, please don’t stop.”
I help her ease herself up and down, letting her control the speed as I lose myself in her.
As she gets closer and closer, her pace picks up, and her movements become hurried enough to lose her rhythm.
And I want nothing more than for her to come around my cock.
So I take control, moving her against me, pushing up into her, hitting just where she needs to come undone with me right behind her, and I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.
Not just from this, but from everything that led us here.
From the words she said just before she kissed me.
When we finally come back to ourselves, our chests rising and falling in tandem, Ava asks, “So does this mean we don’t have to get a divorce?”
I shake my head, smiling as I look into those hazel eyes.
I love this woman with every single fiber of my heart and soul.
And I plan on spending the rest of my life showing her just that.