88. Our normal is just fine
Chapter 88
Our normal is just fine
Luca
“ L uca.” The sound of my favorite voice wakes me, and I can’t help but smile when I hear her. My fucking queen. “Come on, Hot Stuff. Let’s go to bed.”
“That sounds perfect, baby.” I sit up gingerly. I definitely have some sore spots I’d rather not aggravate. The sooner I heal, the better.
“You’re lucky Ari’s nice, I was going to tickle your feet and hope you fell on the floor.” Lil grabs the blanket covering me and folds it.
She’s lying, but I respond as if she isn’t. “Rude.” She grins and shrugs at me.
I stand and hold my hand out to Ariana. She might think the thing I hate most about having to give my body time to rest is not being able to work out or pin her against a wall and fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing both of those things. But the thing I want to do most and can’t is pick her up and carry her. I love holding her in my arms. And while she’s fierce and independent in so many ways, she’s my little house cat at her core and loves it, too.
As if she can tell what I’m thinking, she wraps her arms around my waist and smiles up at me. “Soon, Luca. You can carry me all over the house for a whole day if you want to once you’re cleared.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Minx.” I bend a little to kiss her. “Now I heard something about bed.”
“It’s going to be weird sleeping without all those beeps, and Ari’s monster snores.”
Ariana flips Lil the bird but does it with a smile. “Lil, our offer still stands, you know. You know where to find us if you can’t sleep.”
“Hey, I was doing pretty good, but then stupid Luca had to go and get himself kidnapped and ruin all my progress.”
“Sorry, Lil. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”
“You fucking better, I can’t deal with all those Ariana tears again. Ariana tears are the worst.”
I have to agree, but I just hate my girl being sad in general.
Once we’re in our room, Ariana helps me take my shirt off again. “I could get used to this.”
She smirks and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants. She leaves my boxers on, then climbs into bed wearing a tank top and panties. I arch an eyebrow at her. “You’re supposed to be resting,” she tells me.
“Mmhhmmm.” I drop my boxers to the floor, then crawl in and lean over her, taking her mouth with mine roughly. She moans and meets my tongue with hers. It’s an intense and passionate kiss, filled with lust and love. My cock is hard and pressed against her pussy, but the layer of underwear is driving me crazy. I growl and tug on her flimsy thong, ripping it and tossing it aside. She gasps, then moans when my fingers slide into her pussy. “ You’re so fucking wet for me,” I whisper in her ear. A shudder runs through her, and she gets even wetter.
Throwing her head back, her hips buck against my hand. I keep my fingers in her cunt, fucking her with them, and circle her clit with my thumb. When she’s close, I press my thumb down in just the right spot and curl my fingers. Her walls clench, and she shatters, whimpering my name. I gently stroke up and down her wet pussy lips while she recovers, then I lick my fingers clean.
“Luca, no strenuous activities,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s why you’re going to be on top.” I roll, taking her with me so she’s straddling me. She sinks onto my cock, and we both groan as I fill her.
Back in that cabin, I knew there was a good chance I wasn’t making it home alive. That I would never get to do this, never feel this connection to my wife again. She’s why I laugh and smile. I wasn’t sure I had a soul until she woke it up and wrapped it around hers. There’s no unraveling them now. They were always meant to be bound together.
I grab her hips as she rolls them. She rides me, moving up and down on my cock. “Fuck, baby.” I reach up, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb. It’s not long before I feel myself tensing. I squeeze her nipple harder, and my other hand goes to her clit as I start to climax, not wanting to leave her behind. She soaks my cock as I fill her with my cum. “Fuuuuccckkkk, Ariana!” I hold her by the hips again, fusing us together as we ride out our orgasms.
She collapses onto the bed next to me. Our bodies and sheets are covered in sweat and a mixture of our cum. I roll toward her, wrapping my arms around her as our breathing and heartbeats slowly return to normal. She runs her tongue ring along my bottom lip before taking it gently between her teeth.
I groan. “Minx, I’m going to lose any resolve I have left regarding this healing and no strenuous activity shit if you keep doing that.”
She grins and kisses me lightly before laying her head down next to mine. I think I might have popped another stitch, but it was worth it. I’m not telling Ari yet, though. Maybe in the morning if it seems like a problem. Maybe never because asking Doc to come take a look at it and explaining how it happened is not something I want to do.
“Let’s go take a quick shower. Just a shower this time.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
We clean up and then crawl back into bed, away from the wet spot. Curling my body around Ariana’s, I wrap my arms around her.
I breathe in, filling my lungs with her scent as I drift off. When Lil knocks on our door an hour later, Ariana’s still awake because tonight she needs to sleep between both her soulmates. We throw on some clothes and move across the hall. I curl up behind my wife, and she and my cousin link their pinkies together, and we all fall asleep.
And we don’t care or give a fuck what anyone thinks.