Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EVE
T he sight of my husband on his knees is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. His dark hair is soaked as water droplets fall down his face, catching on his long eyelashes. His full lips are in a grin as he slides my wet, lacy thong down my legs. He nips my ankle before he slowly makes his way up my leg. By the time he gets to my inner thigh, I’m a quivering mess. He’s always been able to make me feel alive, but tonight, knowing he’s my husband has amplified my need for him.
His tongue finds my center, and I moan as I dig my fingers into his soft hair. The white tile feels cool on my back as I lean on it for support. He takes his time, and his light scruff teases and tortures my sensitive skin.
He throws my leg over his shoulder as his fingers dig into my behind, holding me tightly at his mercy. Moaning against my skin, he goes deeper with his tongue as if he can’t get enough of my taste.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you spread wide for me,” he breathes against my skin.
I slide my hand down and make a vee with my fingers, opening myself more to him. He groans in appreciation as he gains access to every part of me. His tongue flicks my sensitive bud, causing me to whimper from the ache that is growing. He pulls and sucks on it before his tongue dives deep again. Sparks shoot down my legs as my orgasm builds.
“Ryder, please.” I rasp out. I’m so close to the edge, but he’s stopping me from going over.
“Is my wife not patient?” I feel him grin against me as he throws my words back in my face.
He brings me to the edge again, and I try to move against his scruff, but he holds me in place, giving me just enough to drive me mad with need. Moaning, I release his hair and reach up to grab my breast, trying to find relief. My whole body is sensitive as I pinch my nipple, causing a deep throbbing in my center.
He pulls back and watches me, the heat in his eyes evident. He loves it when I touch myself. I release my other hand and squeeze them both as I tease and pinch myself.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he rasps out as I grab them harder and moan.
“I want to cum on my husband’s tongue now,” I say, sounding more like a plea. My words have the effect that I wanted.
His eyes become wild with need as his mouth devours me. He wastes no time in giving me what I want as my walls start to tighten, and a blinding wave of pleasure rakes through my body. I cry out his name as my body pulses around him. His moan vibrates against my skin, sending sparks through me. The only thing holding me up is his strong arms grasping my ass. My body completely surrenders to his touch, wanting to melt into him.
He leaves no trace of me untouched. When he’s finally satisfied, he stands, holding me up with his body against the tile. His lips find mine, and he shares my taste on his lips. I feel him hard against me again, and he grins against my cheek as I start to wonder if my body can handle another orgasm. Has anyone ever died from too many orgasms? I bite my lip as my mind wanders. He laughs before releasing it with his teeth.
“Don’t worry. I’m giving you some time to recover before I bury myself in my wife. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then I’ll make us a snack. You are going to need the fuel.” He winks at me before grabbing the body wash. I can’t help but grin at his boyish look. There are definitely worse ways to die, and I can’t think of a better way to go than dying from pleasure given at the hands of my gorgeous husband in front of me.
I dip my spoon into the cherry garcia ice cream and moan. “I can’t believe you remembered this was my favorite. I’ve been craving this.”
I’m sitting on the island with my feet dangling over the side as my husband leans against the counter and watches me. After our shower, we munched on some appetizers from the wedding before he surprised me with a pint that he pulled from the freezer.
“How could I forget? You begged me that one night to get out in the pouring rain because you had a craving that was so bad, and I quote, I will die if I don’t get some tonight ,” he laughs, reaching over and scooping some out of the container we are sharing.
I remember that night. It was a couple of days before I left. It’s always been my favorite flavor, but that night, I couldn’t wait until the next day because the craving was so bad. In fact…
“What’s going on in the head of yours?” He eyes me when he senses my mood change.
“I just realized I craved this all through my pregnancy with Ryland. It was worse in the beginning, and that night, I was pregnant. We just didn’t know it yet,” I say softly. “What if…”
“What if you are craving it now because you are pregnant?” Setting his spoon down on the counter, he steps between my legs. I nod and glance down. He lifts my chin with his fingers and searches my eyes. “Tell me what’s got that worried look on your face.”
“I know we said we would let fate decide the timing, but I’ve thrown a lot at you these past three weeks. I’ve had three years to get used to being a parent, and now you may be thrown into two all at once. I just don’t want it to be too much for you too soon,” I sigh.
“Do I look like someone who is worried?” I study his face and take in the excitement brimming in his eyes. His lips stretch into a smile, and I can’t help but grin back.
“No,” I chuckle as I feel his joy radiating off of him, releasing any doubt I have.
“If you are pregnant right now,” he says, putting his hand to my bare stomach, “then I’ll buy the whole damn supply of cherry garcia for you.” We both laugh before he turns serious. “I’m not worried, Eve, because it’s you. If the last years have taught me anything, it’s to grab onto the happiness while you have it right in front of you and another daughter or son…I can’t think of anything that would make me happier.”
I put my hand over his on my belly. “I can’t think of anything either,” I whisper, getting excited at the thought that another part of him could be growing inside me right now.
Smiling, he bends down close to my lips. “You have a little ice cream right here…” his tongue comes out to taste the corner of my lips. “Mmmmm. I think this might be my favorite flavor, too.”
“Maybe you should have a little bit more,” I smile and dip my finger in the ice cream before placing some on my neck.
“I definitely should have more…just to be sure,” he murmurs seconds before I feel him suck off the ice cream. He steps closer to me, and I wrap my legs around him. We are both still in towels, and I feel the soft fabric pressing into me as he hardens against it. His hand undoes my towel, exposing myself to him.
He scoops some on his finger and lifts it to my lips as I taste the sweet cherry taste mixed with chocolate. His gaze darkens as I suck it clean.
“Lie down on the counter.” His voice is low and demanding, causing a pool of desire to form between my legs. He watches me hungrily as I lie down before him, the black granite cool to the touch on my back. The island is just wide enough to where my head barely hangs over the other side. I watch him through my lowered lashes as he scoops more ice cream on his finger before I feel the coolness hit each of my breasts as he swirls it around my nipples. They instantly react, forming tight buds as I feel him reach over me and suck it off.
I grab his head, feeling the dark strands run through my fingers, giving me something to hold onto. A moan escapes me when he pulls long and hard on my nipple before releasing me. I close my eyes at the sensation and gasp when I feel the frozen dessert touch my stomach next. My back arches off the counter as his tongue comes out to taste and lick me clean. I’m panting by the time he’s done and meet his gaze when he stands up.
A sexy smile plays on his lips as I watch him take one more scoop. My core tightens because I know exactly where he wants to eat from next. His towel has fallen, and my eyes take in his broad, tanned chest before going lower down his toned abs. I follow the dark trail and see him swollen and ready for me.
I want my turn next .
I lick my lips at the thought of combining my two favorite desserts together.
A small chuckle escapes his lips, and I shoot my gaze back up to him. “You’ll get your turn, my evening sun, as soon as I get what I want first.” His finger drops lower and touches my skin.
“Oh God,” I moan when I feel the coolness hit my throbbing center. He puts my heels on the counter and my world goes out of focus as he feasts on me like the dessert I’ve become. My hips move on their own, no longer in control of my own body, as I thrust deeper onto him. His growl vibrates my sensitive skin as I bow off the counter, throwing my head back.
A deep pull in my core starts to form as I feel my body start to bend at his mercy. He sucks hard on my clit as I loudly moan his name. My orgasm rips through me hard as I tremble and shake from the intensity of it all. When he’s finally satisfied with his dessert, he stands up and licks his lips clean. My chest rises and falls at a fast rhythm as I watch him savor the very last taste of me.
He takes the container of ice cream and walks around to where my head lies. The counter is at the perfect height where I can almost reach out and lick him if I angle my head back more.
“Your turn.” His voice is strained, and I can tell he’s fighting to remain in control as a bead of arousal glistens on top. He bends down and hungrily kisses me. I’ve never been kissed at this angle, but there’s something so sexy about it that it has me reaching up and grabbing his neck to deepen the kiss. I can taste myself on him mixed with the sweetness of cherries and chocolate. It’s intoxicating, and I want more as I tangle my tongue with his. He moans against my lips as I suck his bottom lip before releasing him.
He pulls me toward him until my head is thrown back off the side. I swallow as I watch him coat his tip with ice cream. My mouth starts to water at the sight, and when he presses himself against my lips, I eagerly have my dessert. My hands reach behind me, and I dig my nails into his ass as I hold him tight against me.
“Fuck,” he rasps out as I lick and suck every last bit off of him. This has officially become my favorite way to eat ice cream. “Jesus, Eve,” he pants as his hands grab my breasts, causing me to moan against him. He pulls out, and within seconds, he has me hauled up and in his arms as I wrap my legs around him. His lips crash down on mine as he walks us to the bedroom and lays us down.
“I need to be in you now,” he growls out against my lips. I feel him slowly push inside. “My wife’s pussy is the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.” He thrusts the rest of the way in, and we both moan together. “You take your husband’s cock so good, baby,” he breathes against my neck as he goes deeper. His words fuel my desire as I wrap my legs around him tighter. “You're mine now, Eve.” His muscles strain against the movement as I meet his thrusts, my body ready to ignite with him. “Forever,” he growls, going harder.
“Forever,” I whisper right before our bodies explode together and become one. His eyes hold mine as our souls stare at one another. I feel our bodies pulse together in a matching heartbeat. Tears prick my eyes at the love I feel in this moment. He gently kisses my lips before burying his face in my neck. We hold each other tightly as our emotions get the better of us. There was a time when we both thought this day would never happen. But it did. We are lying here as husband and wife, just like we talked about when we were younger. We finally made it.
I stroke his back and enjoy the feeling of his body over mine as we lay there, taking it all in. He finally rolls over but pulls me close to him, never letting his hold on me go. I snuggle up against him and feel his lips on my back as he places a soft kiss there.
“I love you,” I say softly, feeling my eyes start to drift shut.
“I love you too, my evening sun,” he breathes against my skin. I smile seconds before sleep pulls me under.
I pull the roast out of the oven and smile when I see it’s cooked to perfection. I want tonight to be perfect. It’s my do-over, and this time, we’ll get back a moment that was stolen from both of us.
It’s been two weeks since the wedding, and Ryder took the week off from work right after. We spent every day together with Ryland, exploring the beaches and enjoying our time as a family. We put off a honeymoon for now so Ryder could spend this time with our daughter. The two have become inseparable, and I love how she’s a daddy’s girl. It’s something I never had, and I’m grateful she will grow up knowing that kind of love.
I set the roast in the middle of the table and light the candles. Smoothing down my blue sundress, I check myself in the mirror. It’s always been Ryder’s favorite, and I’m glad he kept it with my other clothes. I reapply my lipgloss and finger-comb my hair. I added some soft curls tonight, wanting to look good for him.
My phone rings on the counter, and I see unknown light up the screen. This is the third time this week that this has happened. I ignored the other two, but curiosity has me pressing the accept button.
“Hello?” I’m met with silence, and for a moment, I think they have hung up, but I hear breathing on the other end of the phone. A cold chill runs down my spine, and I rub my hand over the goosebumps that have appeared on my arms. “Hello?” I ask again. I can still hear breathing, so I know someone is there. I hang up and stare at the phone. Working my bottom lip through my teeth, I try to shake off the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I touch my screen and block the number. It’s probably just a wrong number or someone trying to sell me something. Ryder walks in, and I set my phone down, pushing the phone call out of my mind the minute I see his smiling face.
“What’s all this?” He looks at the candles on the table. “Did you make your roast? It smells so good in here.” It’s the first meal I made him in our apartment. Technically, it was the first meal I had ever made, and I burned it. He ate every bit of it on his plate, saying it was the best meal he ever had, even though I knew he was lying. I tried again and again, following his mom’s recipe to a tee, until I was able to get his favorite meal perfected.
“You’ve been working late this week, playing catch-up, so I wanted to surprise you with a nice meal.” He walks over and threads his hands into my hair before bending down and kissing me. My hands roam over his black tee as I wind my arms around him.
“I missed you today,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I missed you too.” I’ve been coming to work and getting in at least four hours each day. Neither one of us wanted Ryland to go into daycare, so we set up a play area for her in the office, and I time it so she takes her afternoon naps there so I can get the bulk of my work done. With Ryder and all the guys doting on her, there’s not a shortage of someone wanting to carry her around. It’s cute how they show her all the cars and explain what they are doing even though she’s too young to understand. I worked from home today because of an appointment. I needed to be sure of something before tonight.
He breaks away and glances at Ryland’s bed. “Where’s Rybug?”
“She’s having a sleepover with Aunt Savi tonight. They watched The Little Mermaid, and Savi painted her toes,” I laugh. “She sent me a picture of her sleeping an hour ago.” I reach for my phone and show him the picture. She’s curled up in Savi’s bed, clutching her teddy bear.
“She’s so darn cute,” he smiles.
“Yes, she is.” He takes my phone and texts the picture to himself before setting it back on the counter. “You’re wearing my favorite dress,” he nuzzles my neck, and I hear him breathe in my scent. His hands come up and cups my ass, bringing me against his hard body.
I smile against his chest, pleased that he remembers. “I am. I’m glad you kept it.”
“Not a single part of me could have gotten rid of it. You look just as beautiful as I remember you in it.” His tongue comes out to taste my neck before his lips place a soft kiss on my skin. “Almost good enough to eat as the roast sitting on the table.”
“I’m so glad I’m up there with a pot roast,” I giggle.
I hear him chuckle against me. “We both know what my favorite meal is, and it’s not on that table.” He takes a soft bite of my flesh and presses me against the front of his dark jeans.
“I like that answer better,” I whisper, closing my eyes as my body bends to his words. “As much as I want to be your main course right now, you’ve got to be starving for some real food. Let’s get you fed first, and then I have a surprise for you.” I pull his hand toward the table.
“Does the surprise involve you naked in any way?”
“In a way, it does,” I laugh. I definitely was naked when it happened.
“Then let’s eat so I can get to my surprise,” he grins and loads his plate.
We talk about our day as we enjoy the meal. I have a hard time concentrating as he eats. He still has his black hat on backward from working on cars all day, and it’s always been my weakness since I first met him. Even though his hair isn’t very long, it’s long enough to fall near his eyes, so he likes to have it secure when he’s busy at work. I watch his full lips take another bite, and his eyes close briefly as he savors the taste. I love that he enjoys my cooking. Once we move into a bigger place with a full kitchen, I look forward to a lot more dinners like this.
Sitting on the bed later, the nerves start to kick in as he steps into the bedroom. I cleaned the kitchen while he was showering, needing to keep busy, but now my hand nervously plays with the hem of my dress. The small gift bag sits on the bed next to me, and he eyes it as he walks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’s this?” He smiles and points to the bag.
“Your surprise.” I pick it up and hand it to him. He grins and takes it from me. He pulls out the small pink t-shirt and holds it up with the front facing me.
“I think you got the wrong size,” he laughs.
“It’s for Ryland, you goof. Turn it around.”
He turns it around and reads the writing on the front. His eyes dart to mine.
“Does this mean…?” He hesitates, and I nod my head. Pulling out the pregnancy test from the pocket of my dress, I hand it to him. He drops the shirt and reads the word on the front.
Pregnant .
“Are you sure?” His eyes are full of love as he stares at me, but underneath, hope and excitement are weaving their way in.
“I’m sure. I went to a walk-in clinic today to pee in a cup. I’m pregnant, Ryder. You’re going to be a daddy again.”