Her hands tighten in my hair and she pulls, trying to move me. “Evan, I…I can’t take any more, please,” she breathes.
I don’t stop, can’t stop. I’m addicted.
“Please,” she says again, only this time she holds my head in place, thrusting her hips. “Don’t…stop,” her words spur me on.
She’s close.
Before I even finish the thought, she’s screaming my name, fingers tight in my hair, legs locked around my head. I don’t stop until I feel her relax against the mattress. Satiated.
Rising to my knees, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, all while taking in the sight before me. Her eyes are closed, a small smile graces her lips. Her body is flushed, hair spread out across the pillow. As long as I live, this image of her will always be with me. No matter what happens between us, how long she stays mine, no matter how the future pans out, I will never forget what she looks like in this moment.
Her eyes flutter open. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Taking in the view,” I tell her. The tint of her cheeks reddens, but this time it’s not from her arousal. She lays an arm over her breasts, trying to cover herself. That’s not going to work for me. “Don’t.” I lift her hand and place it back on the bed. “You’re stunning. Don’t hide from me. Ever.” Her reply is silence, but doesn’t try to move her hand back either.
I reach for the strip of condoms by the pillow and rip one off, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes follow my every move. As I stroke my steel length a few times, her eyes widen and she licks her lips. I stop my movements and take a deep breath. I could unload on her just like this, but I want to be inside her when I do. I make quick work of sliding the condom on and settle on top of her. My elbows rest on the bed on either side of her head as my hands push her hair back from her eyes.
“Make love to me, Evan.” Her voice is soft, but full of conviction. There is no doubt she wants this.
My lips take hers. Softly, I kiss her, tracing my tongue across her lips. She buries her hands in my hair and slides her tongue inside my mouth, deepening this kiss. It’s in that moment that I slide inside.
Tight.
Wet.
Warm.
Life-changing.
I’m buried deep inside her and can’t move. My orgasm is there. I’m right on the edge of bliss, and it’s too soon. Never. It’s never felt this good. I bury my head in her neck and take deep, even breaths. Her fingers trail softly up and down my back.
“Evan?” I can hear the question in her voice. I’m about to lose my shit just from entry. If I could form words, I would tell her she’s ruined sex for me. That from this point forward, it will never be the same.
When I finally feel like I’ve got myself in check, I trail kisses from her neck up to her ear. “McKinley,” I whisper her name; it’s all I’m capable of. Her body shudders beneath me. That’s when I pull out and slowly slide back in. Repeating the process over and over again.
She pulls her legs up and fastens them around my waist. Her hands are digging into my shoulder blades.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I know what she wants, but as soon as I give it to her, this will be over. I never want it to be over. “I won’t last,” I tell her.
Her hands leave my shoulders and find their way to my face. She holds my stare. “We’re married, Evan. This isn’t a one-time thing. We both agreed to this. Until this arrangement is over, I’m yours.”
I kiss her hard as I slam home. “Yes!” she screams as her hips rise to meet mine thrust for thrust.
“I’m close, babe.”
“I’m…don’t stop,” she pleads. I sit back on my legs, holding onto her hip with one hand and running my fingers through her folds with the other, never losing pace as I bury myself inside of her over and over again.
“I need you there,” I pant.
Her eyes close, teeth dig into her bottom lip, two more thrusts and, “Evan!” she screams for me as she falls over the edge at the same time my body lets go inside of her. I run my hands over her thighs, her breasts, and her arms. I touch every inch of her I can while I’m still inside of her, the aftershock of her orgasm squeezing my cock.
I want it all.
Not ready to lose our connection, I pull her up, so we are chest to chest. Her legs wrap around my waist like she can read my mind. I work my legs out from underneath me and slide off the bed, her in my arms, me still inside of her.
“What are you doing?” she laughs.
“I need to get rid of the condom.”
“You’re crazy. Put me down.”
I ignore her and carry her to the bathroom. I carefully sit her on the counter and reluctantly pull away from her body. “You’re still…” Her eyes are on my cock.
“Yeah, only with you.”
She watches with rapt attention as I remove the condom and toss it in the trash. Reaching in, I turn on the shower. I wait for the water to warm before holding my hand out for her. “Come here.” My voice is gruff.
McKinley doesn’t hesitate. She hops off the sink and takes my hand. I help her step into the shower, following in close behind. Turning to face me, her hand closes around my still hard cock. “You’re dirty,” she whispers.
I glide my hand down her ribcage, across her belly, and sink two fingers inside her. “So are you.” I kiss her, and from there, our hands and mouths are everywhere. I can’t get enough of her. We stand under the spray, exploring each other until the water turns cold. After a quick cold rinse to get rid of the soap, I turn the water off and step out first, wrapping a towel around my waist. I hold another out for her. Carefully, she steps from the shower and raises her arms. I place the towel around her before reaching for another for her hair.
“Sorry,” she says, covering a yawn. “I didn’t sleep great last night.”
I kiss her lips. “I didn’t either. My bed was cold.”
Her face lights with my smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. “Let’s get you dried off and into bed.”
We make quick work of finishing and brushing our teeth before flicking off the light. I lead her to the bed and hold the covers back for her. Once we’re settled, I pull her naked body as close to mine as I can get her. She moves her hand to cover mine and the moonlight shines off her ring.
My wife.
I’m holding my wife.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Chamberlin,” I whisper in her ear.
She giggles. “Goodnight, Mr. Chamberlin.”
McKinley
I wake up to the sound of Evan’s whispers as he talks on the phone. My head is resting on his chest, and he has one arm holding me tight. “Did she sleep good?” I hear him ask. I smile, knowing he’s asking about Lexi. He’s such a good dad. “Is she okay?” I raise my head up and look at him when I hear the concern in his voice. “Okay, well, we’ll be heading out soon.” He listens on the other end. “Thanks, Mom,” he says and hangs up.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask immediately.
“Good morning.” He kisses the top of my head. “Nothing is wrong. Lexi’s just been fussy this morning. Mom thinks she just misses us.”