Chapter 21 #3
I put my mouth on her again and do all the things I know she likes best. I lick over the top of her clit lightly and then circle around it over and over as she goes wild beneath me.
Every single gasp, groan, and squeal of delight makes every single thing I’ve been through to get here worth it.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of making love to my old lady.
She is too delicious and just what I needed for my cold, jaded heart to beat again.
I use my fingers to find her g-spot and my tongue to draw tight circles over her clit until she comes screaming my name.
I use my tongue to clean her up and let her recover for a few minutes.
Truth be told, her body has turned a light shade of pink and she’s struggling to catch her breath as she uses one hand to keep my face away from her pussy.
I like seeing her like this and knowing I’m the reason for it.
When she eases her hand back, that’s my cue to do it all over again. This time she comes apart with my name on her lips, and her body archin’ up off the bed. I run my hands over her soft skin soothing her and telling her own pretty she looks when she comes on my tongue.
“There’s number two,” I murmur, rubbing my face against her thigh. “And I’m just gettin’ started, sweetness.”
“You’re trying to kill me,” she says breathlessly as she fans her hand in front of her face maybe to help her get more oxygen.
“No. I’m tryin’ to marry you,” I say with a grin, finally moving up long enough to strip my own clothes off.
I catch her watching me in the lamplight, like she does every chance she gets.
Her eyes linger on my chest, my biceps, and most of all the ink.
She just had two orgasms but still looks at me with such desire in her eyes.
When she looks at me like that, it spikes my lust and makes my blood run hot.
Then I’m over her, her legs come up on either side of my hips, again making room for my bulky form.
Settling between her thighs, the grinning stops and something deeper takes its place.
I brace myself on my forearms and look down at her, and she looks up at me, and for a second neither of us moves.
Then her hands come out to touch my chest. She’s always gentle with me.
No other woman has ever thought they needed to be.
“Nora,” I say, softly. “Tell me what you want from me tonight.”
“The same thing I always want when we’re naked in bed together. I want to feel you inside me.”
I notch myself at her entrance and slowly push my cock inside her precious body. This is my little piece of heaven. She’s warm and tight and perfect for me in every way imaginable.
I like to move slowly so she can feel every inch of me. I’ve spent years waiting for a woman like this and I’ll be damned if I rush it. Her hands come up above her head. I pin them gently against the pillow, lacing our fingers together. I don’t take my eyes off her face for the longest time.
“My wife,” I breathe. Some small part of my brain knows she’s not my wife yet, but the moment she accepted my ring, I began thinking of her as that in my mind. “Tell me. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she replies, her voice growing hoarse. “I’m yours, babe. I chose you too. It’s either you or no one.”
And that’s exactly what I needed to hear to let go. I begin to move faster, chasing the pleasure we always find together. When her pussy clamps down on mine she wraps her legs around me and pulls me deeper. I bury my face in her neck and fill her with my seed.
Afterward we stay like that with my cock still throbbing inside her and her relaxed, satisfied and happy with me. I pray all the rest of our lives can be just as easy because I want to stay close and bonded with her.
Afterward, I pull out and turn her so that her back is against my chest. My hand finds her belly, the way it always does now. My kid’s in there. My old lady is in my arms. I’m not entirely sure what I did to deserve this, but I’m not quite stupid enough to let it get away either.
“So,” I say, nuzzling my face into her hair. “Are you sure this is the only dick you’ll be wanting for the rest of your life then?”
She laughs at my carefully crafted question. “Absolutely. You’re all I’ll ever want.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me now that you’re wearing both my property cut and my grandmother’s diamond. No takebacks.”
“It’s not your grandmother’s ring anymore,” she flings back. “It’s mine now. You’d best get your head around that simple fact.”
I chuckle because my beautiful, new wife-to-be is not wrong about that. Then something serious moves through my mind and I prop up on one arm to talk to her. “I think some part of me knew, from that first night at the bar, that you were the one. I was just waitin’ for the rest of me to catch up.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, my ring sparkling on her finger. “I think I knew you were something special that night as well, but I never could have predicted where all this would go.”
I tuck her in beside me and we continue chatting and eventually drift off to sleep. I know this is where I’m meant to be, in this life with Nora, our unborn child, and the Sons of Rage MC.