Page 219 of This Woman Forever
“But I want to spend every day doing this.” I circle my hips, nuzzle her neck, thrust smoothly. “Give me back your mouth.”
No protests on that. “You’ll have to wait until I get home,” she breathes, rolling her hips into every advance I make.
“Wherever, whenever,” I remind her, nibbling her lip.
“Except when I’m at work,” she groans. “Deeper.”
“Oh, so she can make the demands, then?” But I can’t? I’ll go deeper, baby, if you quit your job.
“I’m not quitting my job.”
“And how do you expect to look after my babies if you’re working?” I ask, exhaling shakily, not losing my pace.
“But you want me at home to do this, not to look after your babies.”
“Now you’re just being awkward.” Breaking our kiss, I dip and suck her nipple into my mouth, and she stiffens as I clamp my teeth down in warning, before kissing my way back up her body. Her face. Fuck, it’s my favorite look on her. Wild, post climax. “Deeper?”
“Please.”
I drive in slowly, firmly, watching her absorb every inch of me on a hum before I kiss her hard. “Do you see?” I ask. “I’m giving you what you want.” Totally beside the point that it’s what I want too. Totally. “You should show your gratitude.” I prop myself up on my arms. “Don’t you think?” I pull out of her, slowly revealing my cock. It’s dripping in her pleasure. Absolutely dripping. “Look at that. Just fucking perfect.” I need to end this. For both of us. “She’s beginning to pant.” I lower my chest to hers, my forearms on the rug to hold me up. I need to see her face. “She’s trembling all over.” I’m lost in her dark eyes, my body absorbing every shudder. “I think she wants to come.” Her hands plunge into my hair and yank as she starts to shake her head, holding her breath, and my drives become less measured, clumsier. “She definitely wants to come.” As do I. “Fuck.” My control slips, and I thrust deep and fast a few times, and Ava yells, violently yanking on my hair and biting me. The pain shoots straight down to my dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” All control is lost. I’m mindless on the pleasure. Every muscle screaming, my cock burning, my body dripping, my heart hammering. Gone. I just muster the energy and sense to tell her I’m there, and I feel her go too, her body snapping into a tense board before she starts vibrating, and then she goes soft.
Breathless.
I flop down on top of her, fucked. Panting. So wet, I could have just climbed out of the tub. “Please quit,” I implore, knowing I’m wasting breath I haven’t got right now. “Then we really can stay like this forever.”
She says nothing, is probably incapable of speech. But she hugs me instead. Pacifying?
“Was that a yes?” I ask, dragging my mouth across her skin to her mouth. “Say yes.”
“No.”
“Stubborn woman,” I mutter, hooking an arm under her waist and pulling her with me as I roll to my back, grateful for the cool blast of air to my front as she wedges her palms into my pecs and sits up. The shift of her body has me biting down on my teeth to sustain the friction on my sensitive, softening cock. I look up at her, smiling, rubbing her belly, pouting at her lovely boobs, which are going to get even lovelier as they get fuller. “We need to renew our vows,” I say, hitching a brow at her confused face.
“We’ve not even been married a month.”
“Yes.” I make a play for her hip, feeling her jolt. But I’m distracted from my grievance when I consider the small bump. Incredible. “Only a month and you’ve already forgotten a significant part of your promise.”
“You can take your obey and swivel on it,” she says seriously, leaning down and circling my neck with her palms.
I grin and follow her lead, except my big hands overlap around her neck. We’re nose to nose. “Who’d win?”
“You.”
“Correct. I’m thirsty.” Ava narrows her eyes playfully as she throttles me, and I laugh.
“I’ll get some water,” she says, catching my not-so-subtle hint.
“You can’t pick and choose when you fulfil your wifely duties,” I quip, helping her up and swinging for her arse as she wanders off gloriously naked, catching her sweetly with a satisfying slap. “Water, wench,” I say around my grin.
“Don’t push it, Ward.”
“Don’t even think about coming back in here until I can see your breasts again, lady,” I call as she fixes her bra. Arms and legs splayed to get as much air to my body as possible, I take a deep breath. And sigh. What will tomorrow bring? I grimace. I don’t want to worry Ava, but I don’t want her to go to work. Van Der Haus is out of the frame, but has she got any thoughts on who it could be? Should I ask her?
Coral keeps floating around in the back of my mind, as does Freja, but... no. There’s delusion and there’s obsession. Fuck it, I’m at a loss, so I can only hope Cook comes up with some answers fast. And there’s another something. Statements.
The sound of Ava coming back from the kitchen pulls my eyes from the ceiling. “Didn’t you hear me?” I ask, nodding to her bra, which is still covering her boobs.
“I heard you,” she retorts, facing me, one hand behind her back, the other holding two bottles of water. She blindly lets them drop to the couch, her eyes sparkling delightedly. Hmmm. What’s she up to?