Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 79749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She looks at me with sleepy eyes, her tongue snaking over her lips to wet them. I swear I falter, wondering how many times I can dip the tip of my cock past her lips and still be able to maintain some semblance of control.
When her hands reach down, fingertips teasing her pussy, I know the answer is not even once, because I'll be damned if she isn't a hundred percent in control right now. One press of my cock to her lips and this entire event will come to an explosive end long before I'm ready for that to happen.
I shove my jeans down, cussing at my fucking boots for being exactly where I put them on my feet this morning after getting ready for the day.
"Fuck, Peach. Give me a minute."
She whimpers when I pull away and sit on the edge of the bed.
"Don't worry about them," she says reaching for me.
"I’m not going to fuck you with my boots on and my jeans around my goddamned calves, Peach," I growl, knowing that was how things were all those years ago.
We could never get truly intimate the way I wanted to because we needed to be able to separate quickly in case we heard someone coming. I won't treat her like a quick fuck, although she was never that for me. I felt guilty every time I made love to her and had to leave so quickly after so we wouldn't get caught.
I make quick work of my boots, kicking them away until one thuds against the door, and scramble back into her arms, covering her body with mine.
I don't bother to fight the groan that bubbles up my throat when she spreads her legs for me like I've always belonged between them.
"Do we need protection?" she asks when I inch my hips back before nudging forward, notching my cock into her center.
We didn't use protection before and I know she can't get pregnant, something that I feel is my fault, as if being there with her, holding her hand, and loving her through her pregnancy would've somehow saved her uterus.
"What are you asking, Peach?"
"We're... safe?"
I blink down at her, my cock literally being warmed by her slick arousal.
"We are, right?"
She dips her head, rolling her hips up until my cock sinks further inside of her. I don't want to know about the times she was intimate with Damien. We promised to look to the future and forgive the past, but that isn't something I feel she needs forgiveness for. She has made countless sacrifices to keep our son safe.
Her neck arches up, throat exposed for my mouth, as I press all the way inside of her.
"Ah, fuck, Peach. You're perfect."
My cock gives a warning flex, and I focus my attention on her neck, wondering how old is too old to be marked and think fuck it, she's mine. I feel like a feral animal leaving my scent all over her as I suck on the delicate skin. She must enjoy it because her core clenches around me.
"Give me a second," she begs when I pull back, every muscle in my body demanding that I spear forward. "You're too big."
I shake my head, burying my smile in her neck. "That doesn't help, Peach."
She smacks at me with a chuckle, and I love the way we can laugh right in the middle of something so intimate. At the same time, it also clenches those perfect muscles of hers around me, and I'm already so fucking close to the edge, I'll come if she keeps it up.
"I'm ready," she says, dropping her legs open, and I pull back, looking down at where we're connected as I slide back into her, the resistance this time no different from before.
She's perfect, made for me in the best ways possible. I fit inside of her like a glove. When I press my forehead against her, our breaths joining, I'm already planning the next time we get to be like this.
"Peach," I whisper, hearing the brokenness in my tone.
"Please," she begs, and that's all it takes.
I pulse inside of her, my orgasm so fucking strong my vision blurs for a few seconds. There will come a day when I can make love to this woman all night long, but I don't see that being possible any time soon. There's a very good chance I'm fooling myself, because I can't imagine holding her in my arms, slipping into her body, and not feeling all the same things I feel right now. The love, the tenderness, the gratefulness. All of it is almost too much but also somehow perfect.
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving her and Eli.
Chapter 40
Aspen
It's been three weeks since I got Eli back.
Three weeks of therapy sessions on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday.