24. Chapter 24
Aspen
My heart thunders so loud in my ears I can hardly think straight.
I can’t believe this is actually happening right now.
I’ve wanted this, prayed for this, and grieved when I thought it would never happen.
I watch Rhett closely as the dust from his crumbled walls settles against us as his lips move with mine.
“I love you,” he says again and again against my lips.
My heart feels like it’s sprouted wings and taken flight.
Every worry in my body has melted into oblivion.
The only thing I can think of right now is this man in front of me.
“I believe you and I have some making up to do,” he says as he gently lays me down on the bed.
“I agree.” Anticipation roars through me. I have been responsible for my own orgasms, thanks to the hunk of a man hovering over me, which should be a crime punishable by the law.
“Well, I best get to fixing that,” he says as he slides to his knees at the end of the bed. He slides off my panties and throws them across the room.
His eyes look like they are on fire. The look of hunger and desire in them fuels my arousal. He slowly wets his lips, and my eyes catch on the movement, desperate to get his lips back on mine.
His fingers gently move up my thighs, making his way to my core; the throbbing must be a beacon for him. My breath starts coming in short spurts, and hitches entirely when his thumb brushes against me, working me open.
“So damn responsive,” he says, his hot breath sending a chill through me. “Now if you don’t mind, I've spent the last few months dreaming of this, needing to get a taste of you.”
He moves down my body, my legs going over his shoulders as his lips softly brush against me. His tongue teases me in ways that have my fingertips gripping the sheets.
His tongue lashes against my clit once more, and I cry out, “Rhett, yes.”
My response must be triggering something in him, because he doubles down on his efforts. He replaces his tongue with his thumb against my clit, and moves his mouth slowly. Devouring me like I am the best thing he’s ever tasted.
My moans bounce against the walls of the room. I feel my walls convulse around him as I get closer and closer. His large hands grip my bare thighs, digging in. It’s thrilling to know he enjoys this as much as I do.
“Please don’t stop,” I say as my hands find the back of his head, fingers weaving into his dark hair. My own is thrown back in pleasure as my body climbs higher and higher. My fingers pull, and he groans. The vibration sends shockwaves through my body.
The best thing about Rhett is if I tell him what’s working. He sticks to it. He ups his efforts, but changes nothing.
My body convulses as my orgasm reaches its peak. Months of tension melt away into pure bliss and peace.
“My girl looks so damn good when she comes on my face,” he says as he rocks back to his heels and stands. The crotch of his jeans strains against his erection. The sight makes my mouth water.
My girl.
Hearing him say those words makes something hum in me.
"I think you’ll like it even better when I come all over your cock.” I wink at him. Knowing we are just getting started, and judging by the situation going on behind his zipper, I won't be disappointed. “Bare.”
This is something we’ve never been able to do before. There has always been something between us. Both literally and physically. Now? We’re bare to each other and I want to feel every bit of him.
“I cannot tell you how badly I’ve wanted to fuck that pussy bare. Nothing between us, just my cock stroking through that sweet, dripping wet pussy,” he says with a crooked smirk that would drop my panties if he hadn’t already flung them across the room.
He makes slow work of unworking his belt. Each second feels like agonized torture. He pulls the belt through each loop until it’s off and in the discard pile with the rest of my clothes.
“I know we’ve done this before,” he says.
My mind replays through the many times we have been in this position, and how deep down, I wanted it to be like this. Our hearts as tangled as our bodies.
“But this time is different. I want to show you just how much I fucking adore you, Aspen.” He leans down, one hand resting on the bed, one on my growing bump.
“You and this baby are everything to me. This isn’t for fun, or a fleeting sense of joy.
This is forever, you hear me?” The conviction in his words causes my heart to tremble.
“Forever,” I say back. It was always going to be this. I knew it in my heart. I wanted him so damn badly. It didn’t go the way I thought it would; it hurt more than it should have, but I still wouldn’t trade a single second if it meant we would end up here.
“You’re mine, Aspen. All. Fucking. Mine.” Possession echoes through his words as he scoots farther up, grabbing each of my legs and spreading them, so that he can fit in between.
Rhett doesn’t seem to share my haste; he bends over, his erection pressing against me as he kisses down my neck, running a hand over my hip.
His deep voice has a husky timber to it as his arousal grows.
“Everything about you is a damn dream. You don’t want to know the amount of times I've stroked this cock to thoughts of you. Hundreds. Thinking of the curve of those hips, how damn good your ass looks in those shorts you just bought, the way your stomach is swollen with my baby.”
A flush runs through me. My body has changed more in the last few months than I thought possible.
I have stretch marks starting to form; my feet feel swollen.
Half the time, when I look in the mirror, I find myself picking at the things that make me feel less than.
But with every brush of praise I get from Rhett, that doubt turns right back into confidence.
Like he’s buffing out every line I've drawn on myself and making me shine again.
“I love the way you react to me, baby. Every single thing about you,” he says as drags the tip of his cock across my pussy, coating it in my wetness.
Teasing, tantalizing strokes across me. So close to where I want him.
He notches the head against me, making me arch back into him.
“Just like that, yes. Let me see those full tits, baby.”
He slowly sinks into me and I fall into bliss. “That’s what I needed. Please give me more, Rhett.” His name ends as a moan.
He groans in response. “You beg so pretty.” He dives deeper and harder, hitting every right spot. “If you want this cock, I’ll give it to you. I want my ears to be ringing from how loud you scream my name, okay, baby?”
I nod, unable to find words as he thrusts even deeper, the friction causing the most perfect amount of pleasure. His hand moves around my thigh to my clit, grinding slow circles. Causing lightning strikes of ecstasy through my core, lighting my whole body on fire with desire.
“I want to feel you let go, baby. Come apart on me,” he says as he increases the pace, making the friction take me higher and higher.
My fingers grip the sheet above me as I arch as far as my body will allow, trying to get more of him. “You fill me up so damn good.”
“This cock was made to fuck you,” he says as his fingertips dig into my thighs with the perfect amount of pressure.
I feel myself stretch around him, feeling filled as far as I can, and then I feel myself let go. My orgasm hits me so damn fast. I start a mixture of mumbled pleas and heady moans and I sink further into it. My body feels like it’s on fucking air.
His grunt and groan behind me tells me he wasn’t far off. He slowly pulls out of me, his eyes stay locked on my bare core. “Baby, that sight should be illegal. Seeing how good my come looks dripping out of you.”
He drags his index and middle finger through it, gathering it as he pushes those fingers back into me. “There, now it’s where it belongs. Buried deep in your pussy.”
My brain feels like it’s spinning tires, finding no traction as I try and find words, but there are none. There is only him and me. My jaw drops as my body rushes with another bit of heat as he sticks his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.
“So damn sweet.” He winks.
“Let me taste,” I say, pulling him close to me, wanting his lips on mine.
His tongue invades my mouth and I taste myself on him, and feel a rush of arousal hit. I’m not sure if it’s the hormones or if it’s him. Because right now, I’m completely convinced I never need to leave this bed again.
Pulling back, he slows the kiss, tampering the flame of arousal between us.
He leans forward on me, kissing my shoulder blade before standing and helping me roll over.
His eyes peruse my body, and for the first time in a while, I feel utterly confident. He leans down and kisses one peck to the top of the bump before grabbing my hands. “Come on, momma, let's get you cleaned up and to bed.”
Usually I would want to argue. I loathe being told what to do, but with Rhett, I think I would do just about anything. Even if standing seems completely impossible with my post orgasm baby giraffe legs.
Rhett takes one glance at me and my wobbly arms and has me scooped up in his arms in seconds.
My laugh reverberates off the walls as my arms go around his neck. “I can walk, you know.”
“Not well, apparently. Might’ve fucked the life out of you,” he jokes.
It feels so good to be like this with him again. It’s so damn easy. No part of me is too much or not enough. Every piece of me feels at peace when he is around. Like our souls are humming together in perfect harmony.
“Just let me love you, you spicy woman you.”
“Oh please, I make your life interesting,” I tease him back. “That is entirely correct, and I love every second of it,” he says as he sets me down in the bathroom. He turns to the shower and gets the water going.
He opens the curtain and ushers me in. He immediately comes in behind me as I bask in the glory that is hot water.
There’s a few things about pregnancy that aren’t exactly my favorite, well, more than a few if I am being entirely honest. But not being allowed to shower or bathe in water that is hot enough to melt off the first layer of my skin is really up there.
“Water temp okay?” Rhett asks as if he can read my mind.
“No, but this is probably as hot as it should get.” Disappointment is clear in my voice.
“No hotter than ninety-nine degrees.” He chirps off like an auto-recording.
I look at him in disbelief because I use those books as nightly reading to help me sleep. “You must be really into the parenting and pregnancy books.”
“They’re really interesting. And I didn’t know a lot about babies or pregnancy going into this, so I wanted to learn how to take care of you both,” he says.
This man is something else. Not only is he the most thoughtful person I have ever met, but right now the water is splashing, making him look like a lumberjack in a freaking axe body spray commercial.
It’s as if my body has already forgotten we just got off, not once but twice, my body starts to heat up again.
“No, no, no. I know that look. Turn around, let me get your hair washed,” he says.
My eyes narrow. “I’m not entirely convinced that you can’t read my mind.”
“When you take the time to learn someone, it becomes easy.” His voice comes off in a husky grumble; at least he is unaffected.
His sentiment makes my heart warm. Rhett isn’t like me, where I am loud and have a tendency to say exactly what is on my mind; he is the opposite. He is quiet and he watches, silently learning and tucking things away. Obviously, I know him too, but the way that man knows me is like nothing else.
His rough fingertips perfectly massage my scalp, making me like butter beneath his touch. He moves to body wash and starts rubbing. My sore muscles relax under his touch. Between the warmth and the massage, my eyelids start to feel heavy.
Rhett gently pulls me back under the water to rinse my hair and body, then quickly washes himself. My brain feels all tingly and desperate for sleep.
“Let’s get you dry.” He rubs the towel over me and helps dry off my hair. The best you can do with a towel, which isn’t great. But the effort is appreciated nonetheless.
Within a few minutes, I'm swept back off my feet and carried to bed. Much less arguments from me this time, mostly because that would take far too much effort. But I do manage to get a few words out, “Stay with me?”
“Of course. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” His voice almost sounds far away as I begin to drift off.
“Me either,” are the last words off my lips for the day.
The last words I hear are even sweeter.
“I love you, always.”