Chapter 18
ELIZABETH
Wily was giving me his bedroom eyes earlier this evening.
Even after over a decade together, I still feel that delicious shiver roll right through me when he looks at me that way. I can’t believe he still finds me sexy, but he seems to love my body like no one else can.
We haven’t had a chance to be intimate since before Paris was born. But maybe tonight is our night.
Yes, I’m exhausted. The kids are all wonderful and I love them dearly, but this tribe—when they’re all together—is noisy and chaotic.
I don’t mind it when I can organize them into a game of some kind, but when they’re roaming free-range, it gets too much for me.
Thankfully, my youngest three are now down for the night.
Jane’s happy doing her artwork.
Dom’s hanging with Logan and Cole.
And Paris isn’t due for her dream feed for at least another hour.
Maybe Jane can have a later night than normal for once and I can give myself half an hour to enjoy my husband’s body.
If I can find him.
Padding away from my sleeping angels, I head down the hallway to our allocated room.
Sienna really outdid herself finding this place. The house we’ve been using for a few years prior to this one was big as well, but it felt kind of squishy last year. We had Charlotte and Sebastian sleeping in with us, and one room had eight kids piled into beds together.
This year, Sienna went for space… and boy, did we get it.
I wasn’t expecting the luxury as well, but I’m not complaining.
Slipping into our room, my lips curl into a smile as soon as I hear the shower.
I tiptoe across to the porta-crib in the corner and check on Paris.
She’s blissfully asleep, her blonde fluff golden and adorable.
She is the sweetest little thing, her personality already starting to shine through.
Like Jane, she’s slow to give you a smile, but when she does…
it’s pure magic. She seems thoughtful and shy—yes, I know she’s only ten weeks old, but this is my fifth, and I can spot the differences between my children.
Seb was smiling at everyone from about six weeks old.
Charlotte was the same.
Dom and Jane would take their time, giving you long looks before deciding if they could trust you with a grin.
They’re not as slow these days, although Jane can still be painfully shy around people she doesn’t know. I’m really hoping she’ll outgrow that trait, but I get it. I was just the same.
“Love you, sweet girl,” I whisper, brushing my finger gently over Paris’s round cheek before heading for the en suite.
The door is ajar, and I peek my head in, relishing the exquisite view.
My man.
Still so big and powerful.
He’s standing in the massive shower. It’s so huge, it takes up one whole end of the bathroom. His hands are pressed against the tiles, his head under the water, steam rising around him.
I take my time, letting my gaze trail down his glorious body. His muscles are perfectly sculpted and that ass… mm-hmm… I love those butt cheeks, with that dimple on his right side and the way it curves down, turning into powerful thighs.
I love how strong he is.
Even after everything he went through at the end of last year, he’s still so Herculean.
He’s already back at the gym, pumping iron, refusing to let injuries and deadly infections stop him.
He’s being smart about it, building back up slowly, but his progress is amazing, and I’m still so incredibly grateful that I didn’t lose him.
My insides tremble as I flash back to that hospital room for just a moment and those awful days when he was so weak, he couldn’t even get out of bed.
But he made it, and now he’s standing naked in that shower, looking like a Greek god.
Biting my bottom lip, I force my eyes away so I can skip back over to our bedroom door and flick the lock.
The kids can live without me for twenty minutes, especially with a house full of aunts and uncles who can help them.
Unbuttoning my shirt as I walk back across the room, I let it drop off my shoulders, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, along with all my other clothes.
I’m kind of rushing, because I don’t want Wily to get out of the shower before I’m in there with him.
The water’s still running as I pull off my socks, jumping around the room and banging into the wall. I giggle, forcing myself to slow down. It’s hard to do with this jittery anticipation coursing through me.
We haven’t had sex in a very long time, with him getting injured, then sick, then me having Paris. I’m desperate for time with my man again.
Stopping by the bathroom door, I force myself to take a breath, then walk into the steam-filled space.
Wily’s still facing away from me as I open the glass door and slip in with him.
My arms circle his waist, and he flinches with fright until I lean my cheek against his broad back and feel a laugh rumble through him.
“Hey, pretty lady.”
“Hey, Coyote.” I kiss his back, water spraying my face when he turns to face me. I squeeze my eyes against it, then slip them back open when he blocks the water and cups my face.
His smile is huge, his lips beautiful when they press against mine.
I rise on my tiptoes, holding his wrists and deepening the kiss immediately.
I’ve missed him. Us. Naked skin and heady orgasms.
My body is so ready for him.
Skimming my fingers down his arm, I secure my hand on his waist before finding his erection and curling my fingers around it.
Wily groans, his tongue swiping across mine in a deep, intoxicating rush as I pump his cock.
“You sure, baby?” he murmurs between kisses.
“Yes. I’m so ready for this.” I pull back to smile up at him.
He looks so relieved that it makes me laugh, and I reach up to kiss him again, gliding my fingers up and down his length while drinking from his tongue.
His hands round over my shoulders, then cup my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Is this all right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, tipping my head back when he lowers his mouth to my right nipple and sends me to heaven.
When he crouches down for better access, his cock slips out of my hand, but I’m helpless to chase it because he’s got me caught in an erotic stronghold. All I can do is stumble back against the tiles and let him suck and lick and tease me into a frenzy.
The hot shower hits our skin, pinging off our quivering muscles, but I’m barely aware of it.
All I can feel is his tongue on my body, his fingers gliding down between my legs.
He strokes my clit and I’m practically undone on the spot. It’s been nearly four months, and my body is weak and needy.
“Baby,” I groan, cupping the back of his head when he drops to his knees on the tile. “Your knee,” I warn him with a breathy gasp.
“I’m fine. I promise.” He smiles up at me and I cup his cheek, biting my lower lip before mouthing, “I love you.”
He grins. “I love you too, baby. I love this sweet pussy.”
He makes a sound of appreciation in his throat before nuzzling his nose just above my clit, then quickly sucking it between his lips.
I gasp, digging my fingers into his hair and tipping my head back against the tiles. He feels so good. Holy shit! I’m going to fall apart in a second.
“Spread these luscious legs for me, baby.”
I do as he tells me, unwilling to waste a second of our precious time together. They are few and far between these days. Having five kids makes quality moments like this so much harder to find.
So, I plant my feet a little wider, my legs already quivering before he’s even slipped a finger inside me.
I groan, loving the familiar sensation of him owning my pussy. His finger glides in and out of me, a gentle exploration.
“This okay?” he checks, and all I can manage is a whimpering nod. “Baby?” He looks up, blinking against the hot spray on his face.
“Yes,” I rasp. “Yes, it’s amazing.”
“No pain?”
“No pain.” I whimper again. “Just ecstasy. I’m already so close.” I grip his hair again. “This is gonna be a record for the world’s fastest orgasm.”
He laughs. “I can slow down if you want to.” He starts to slip his fingers out of me and I immediately protest.
“No! I want it. Give it to me now, Wily, please.”
With a wolfish grin, he leans back into me, licking and sucking my clit into a nerve-shattering mess. Three more strokes of his fingers inside me and I’m gone, quaking against the tiles with embarrassing groans of pleasure.
“That’s my woman.” He laughs against my stomach, his fingers still deep inside me while I struggle to stay upright. Kissing my belly button, he works his way back up to my breasts and sends me over a second edge by sucking my puckered nipple.
“No, stop,” I gasp. “I can’t take it.”
He laughs, licking a circle around my sensitive skin. “Yes, you can,” he whispers, then tries to kill me by sucking my other nipple like it’s a delicacy that needs to be savored.
I can hardly take this sweet torture, and my knees buckle as another groan slips out of me.
Rising to his feet, my husband secures me around the waist, his strong arm holding me close while I shudder and shake against him.
“You’re trying to end me. Death by orgasms.”
“That’s not a bad way to go.” He laughs against my lips before taking me out with one of his slow, languid kisses that always make me feel like I’m the only woman on the planet.
Reaching for his cock again, I give it a quick pump, then bang my free hand around the shower shelf for the soap.
“What are you doing?” He pulls away just in time to catch the falling shower-gel bottle.
I give him a playful smirk, taking it off him and squirting a dollop into my hand. “I’m washing you.”
His eyes shut with a groan the second I wrap my soapy hand around his cock and start massaging it.
He rests his hands on the tiles on either side of me and leans his forehead against mine as I stroke and tease his manhood until his entire body is vibrating. He’s on the cusp of coming; I can feel it.
I watch his eyes squeeze tighter, his mouth dropping into an O as I squeeze his twitching dick, the head all slippery and needy, and…
I let go.
His eyes snap open the second I release him, and I rest my hand on his chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat and loving the effect I have on him.
“I want you to finish inside me,” I whisper, rising up to give him a deep, languid kiss before pushing his shoulders down.
He does as I silently ask, awkwardly dropping to the shower floor and catching me against him when I kneel over him.
Although I prefer it when he’s on top, I’m worried about his knee on these hard tiles. Sure, he said it was fine, but I’m not gonna push our luck with that one, so I order him to sit with another shove to his shoulders, then line him up with my weeping entrance.
As I sink onto him, we both release delicious groans, then laugh at the pure bliss of being connected this way.
“Oh, baby, baby.” Wily’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips, and he quickly helps me get a rhythm going.
He feels so good inside me.
For a moment, I was worried it might hurt.
But my body’s had enough time to heal after the birth, and although Wily’s big, my pussy is so familiar with him that it quickly adjusts.
I ride him with little puffs and pants, my fingers gripping his shoulders as the sensations start to build all over again, ripping through me and setting my limbs on fire.
I love this man.
I love him so much.
And when he fills me this way…
When we’re connected like this…
“I love you,” he rasps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I love you so fucking much.”
I grin, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you too. I love you.” My words start tumbling out in a rush as this heat between us turns into a white-hot fire.
“I love you,” I say again, groaning out the last word as I increase the pace, my breasts bouncing against his chest, my moans turning into high-pitched squeaks.
“Yes, baby. Come with me. Please.” His voice is rough and husky, his muscles vibrating, his heart thundering.
I change the angle slightly, his cock rubbing against my sweetest spot in a rushed frenzy until he’s snatching my ass in his hands, gripping it tight, and splitting me in half with deep, heaving thrusts that… hit… the… oh!… spot… just… ahhhh… right!
A strangled cry comes out of me, blending with his powerful groans as he does one last thrust and empties himself inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he jerks and twitches, letting out the last of his sweet juices and making me feel absolutely complete.
The water, miraculously still hot, continues to hit my back like warm, delectable raindrops. Wily’s arms slide around me, then glide up my spine and nestle around my shoulders.
A soft laugh rumbles in his chest. “I fucking love this shower. I say we spend the next two days in here. No one will miss us, right?”
I giggle against his shoulder, nestling my forehead into the crook of his neck and wishing I could tell him, “Sure.”
But reality awaits us outside this door.
I’m just grateful that we got this snippet of time. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to connect with my man in this way.
And I definitely need to make sure we don’t leave it for so long again. My body will never forgive me.