33. nix
NIX
eight weeks later
Gentle light filters across my face, and I slowly peel my eyes open.
My lips crest into a smile, and the muscles in my arm contract as I tighten my hold on my wife.
I sink into her warmth, breathe in her scent, and revel in the fact that I slept through the night beside my wife.
Safely. Not a single night terror in sight.
It feels miraculous.
All the middle of the night alarms, sessions with Harry and his colleague, and creating a calm mind, body, and environment have been worth it.
Abbi presses back into me with a sigh, and I tighten my hold further. Her body fits against mine as if it were made to be cocooned within my embrace, and something in my chest releases. She tangles her fingers with mine and rests them against her soft stomach.
It feels good. It feels warm and comforting.
It feels like home.
Like safety.
I’ve missed this intimacy. Even if all I do is hold her, I feel still and at peace. Settled. Calm. Everything inside me quiets.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, a smile in her voice.
She turns her head, eyeing me over her shoulder, and I lean in for a kiss. I’m a lucky bastard. “Good morning,” I mumble against her lips.
With her dimple winking at me, she rolls toward me but doesn’t stop until she’s splayed on top of me, her chin resting on the back of her hands. I savor the weight of her body on mine and reach up to smooth her hair away from her face, noting the crease across her cheek caused by the pillow.
Her eyes drift around my face. “How did you sleep?”
I take stock of my body, how I’m feeling, and the fact that I woke up with the sun. “Pretty great. You?”
Her dimple deepens and eyes sparkle. “Amazing.” She sighs, looking at me as if I hung the moon and stars. “I’m pretty sure it’s because I spent the night with my husband.”
She pushes up, straddling my waist, her hands resting on my chest, one hand on my heart.
It skips a beat or two as she looks down at me; happiness sparks in her eyes, making her look even more striking than usual.
My eyes drop to her exposed breasts and trace down her stomach to where her bare pussy sits on my already hard cock.
She’s already wet. So damn sexy.
She follows my gaze and smirks down at me as she grinds her pelvis. “You know the best thing about sleeping next to my husband?” she asks, mirth dancing in her eyes, while I fight to hold back a groan that’s crawling up my throat.
Minx.
She rotates her hips; the action swiping her wet lips along my length. “What?” I grumble, doing my best to stay focused on our discussion. She deserves all of my attention after years of being starved of it.
She leans down, her lips a mere millimeter from mine. Her warm breath mists over my mouth a moment before she makes contact, as soft as a butterfly’s touch. “Getting to do this as soon as we wake up,” she breathes.
My hands fall to her hips, gripping her flesh firmly as our mouths open and our tongues touch. I guide her movements as we deepen our kiss, teasing us both. Small whimpers escape Abbi, and I swallow them down greedily.
Kissing my wife never gets old.
I press up into her as I pull her hips down onto me, then I ravage her mouth.
Through sighs and moans, we kiss and grind, building to a point that will make it impossible to stop the freight train barreling toward us.
It reminds me of how we were when we were young and first started fooling around.
It took Herculean effort on my part to stop us before we went too far—before Abbi was ready to ‘go all the way’.
Neither of us needs to show that kind of restraint. We don’t need Herculean effort to stop. We can ride that freight train. No barriers, no guilt, no questions about the strength of our relationship.
Because we are stronger than ever.
That knowledge has my fingers digging into Abbi’s hips as I pull her tighter against me. Her breasts press against my chest, her breaths mingle with mine; her tongue caresses mine as if she’ll never stop. The room lightens further as we linger in our kiss.
Abbi lifts her hips and I grab the base of my dick, slicking it through Abbi’s slit until I find her opening. Her chest rises and falls with panting breaths as she sinks down on me, taking every single inch and sheathing me inside her perfect heat.
Gravelly need rushes through my body, forcing a groan over my lips.
Abbi’s eyes flutter and fall closed as her mouth drops open, bliss overtaking her features.
When her head lolls back, elongating her throat like an offering, I can no longer lie passively.
I crunch upward and slide my fingers through Abbi’s gorgeous hair, grasping a handful and tugging her head back further.
I take a moment to observe my wife: the pink flush of her skin, her pebbled nipples, and the arousal exuding from her.
So fucking beautiful.
And mine.
I nip at the base of her throat, then suck the spot, repeating the action until her throat is dark pink from my attention. Using my hold on her hair, I tip her face down and take her mouth in a hungry, messy kiss. She rolls her hips and my eyes disappear into the back of my head.
She’s so damn good at being on top.
Heat gathers between us; our skin growing damp with perspiration as we fall deeper into our lust. I drop my mouth to Abbi’s breast, swirling my tongue around her peaked nipple, before treating it to the same bites and sucks I used on her throat.
She arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth, and I suck harder.
Abbi’s fingers find purchase in my hair, and she grips the short strands as if she fears I’ll stop.
Rolling her hips in a seductive dance, Abbi almost makes me lose focus. The springs of the mattress squeak as she moves, adding to the sounds of her whimpers and my grunts.
I peel my mouth away so I can kiss my way across to her other breast, but before I take it into my mouth, I pause for a moment. “Take me deeper, Abs.”
Twisting us around so I can place my feet on the floor for better leverage, Abbi presses her pelvis deep into mine, taking me deeper.
I reward her with a hard suck to her other nipple, sending her back arching and a moan rasping up her throat.
Her pussy clenches around me and I hold my breath to stave off my release.
Too soon.
I hold her hips, squeezing them firmly—“Stay just like this,” I growl—to hold her still so I can focus on her breasts.
I used to make her come like this; let’s see if I’ve still got the touch.
When she acknowledges my request with a nod, I release my grip and bring my hands up to cup her full, firm breasts.
I mold them in my hands, massage them lovingly, then dip my head to kiss them thoroughly.
Pinching and squeezing her sensitive buds, I suck and bite, tease and caress.
Her pussy tightens around me, letting me know she’s getting close.
Locking my eyes on Abbi’s warm brown irises, I take as much of her breast as I can into my mouth and suck hard, then tease her nipple with my tongue.
She arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tit into my mouth. Her hands dive into my hair, and she holds me tight as if scared I’ll stop. “Nix,” she moans and rolls her hips. “I-I’m so close.”
I know.
I double down, ensuring I pay equal attention to both breasts.
Her walls flutter, tightening around my dick.
I push how amazing it feels to the background so I can get her there.
Rolling her taught nipple between my fingers, I nip the gorgeous bud that’s in my mouth, and her pussy locks tight as a long, gasping moan fills our bedroom.
Her hips jerk as I tease her breasts through her orgasm.
I can’t tear my eyes from her. She looks like a goddess as she falls apart on my lap, her skin flushed with her arousal, eyes held closed as she reaches her climax.
She yanks my head up and takes my mouth in a ferocious kiss full of pure need.
I give as good as I get, tugging her against me so there’s no space between us.
I wrap my arms around her, tangling my fingers in her hair to hold her mouth to mine.
She rocks her hips and I groan into her mouth.
It was a lesson in control to hold on while she came around me, so I’m not going to last long with her kissing me like I’m the beginning and ending of everything as she rocks on my lap.
I push my feet into the hardwood floor and stand with Abbi in my arms. Her hold tightens around my shoulders, and her legs strangle my waist. Twisting around, I lay her down on the bed and come down on top of her, still connected, still kissing.
I push in to the hilt as if I can become part of Abbi if only I can bury myself as deep as possible inside her.
The feeling of her tightening around me is unreal.
I used to think I could live inside her, but that’s not practical, and life gets in the way.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I pump my hips, plunging deep inside my wife. My wife. A grunt bursts out of me when I think about how I almost lost her. I push deeper still, trying to shove the intrusive thought away. She’ll always be my wife.
I haven’t lost her, and I’m going to do everything I can to keep her.
Wrapping my arms beneath her shoulders, we roll our hips together in perfect synchronicity.
Our lips part to catch our breath, but we stay close, our noses touching.
I love how she looks like this. Her cheeks flushed and dewy; pupils dilated, mouth parted.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I murmur, then lean in to resume our kiss.