She hummed around his hard flesh, and he moaned, bucking into her mouth. Her desire spiked further as he squirmed and sputtered obscenities beneath her, coming undone with each unpracticed drag over his erection. Her saliva drenched her hand, and she stroked him how she’d seen him take himself, relishing every snap of his hips and swallowed oath he gave her.
She wanted him like this, completely under her thrall, but there was no competition—despite her earlier teasing. This was shared, a mutual pleasure that only hinted at the future they could have, now that she’d forgiven him.
Between praising her name and begging for mercy, he sucked at her most intimate place, fast, hard passes of his tongue over her swollen nub, steady thrusts of his tongue into her soaked channel. Her orgasm stormed over her without warning, and she crowedher pleasure, releasing his cock as her back bowed, her body breaking in her climax.
She rolled to her side in an undignified heap, and a giddy laugh escaped.
Philip climbed over her and braced his weight on his forearms. The muscles in his arms and chest worked with his effort, and she traced her fingers over the bulges. “Should I be worried you’re laughing?”
“Not a bit.” She smirked. “With some practice, we could be rather good at that.”
He grinned, a wide, unabashed smile that sent her heart swelling, her ribs too tight for the wealth of emotions she was feeling.
She cupped his cheek, and his expression softened. “Is this what forever will be like?”
“It can be.” He curled a lock of her hair around his thumb. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” She spread her thighs wide, and he stood briefly to shed his trousers completely before he settled his hips between them with a barely contained groan. “All of it. Everything with you.”
He rocked his erection over her arousal-slicked skin, and she sucked in a shuddering breath as she shifted to bring him where she was aching, where she was empty and wanting. “Please, I need you,” she whined, but he shook his head.
“This means something, remember?” The flared tip of his cock notched against her entrance, and she attempted to rock onto him, to pull him into her body. But he stilled her with one solid hand on her inner thigh. He pushed her knee out wide, openingher even further and making her emptiness more profound, more desperate. “If we do this, there’s no going back, Lily. I won’t stop when you scream my name. I’ll fuck you until you’re carrying my child, until you’re round and swollen and fuckingbeautiful. And I will never walk away from you, even if you demand it of me.” Despite the intensity of his words, she read the trepidation in his eyes.
Would she send him away again?Couldshe?
Even now, he was giving her permission to recant her forgiveness.
A maelstrom of emotions swirled higher in her chest. “What if I can’t have children?”
“We are still a family, and you are still my wife, whether our nursery is full to bursting or empty. Is that what you want?”
She heard the question he wasn’t asking, the one he was still afraid of.Do you trust me enough to chase the family we wanted?
“Yes.” The word fell from her lips so easily, as though she’d known she would forgive him all along and simply needed to remember. “I want all of that, with you.”
His full mouth curled into a smile that sent her insides coiling with lust. “Then I’ll give it to you. All of it.”
She let out a yelp of surprise as he sat back on his haunches and pulled her forward, lifting her hips onto his thighs. He stroked his hands up her inner thighs and pushed them wider, then spread her lower lips with his thumbs.
“Look how desperate this perfect cunt is for me.” He dipped one finger into her channel, not nearly enough to satisfy her craving,spreading her slick over her swollen clitoris. “You need to be filled, don’t you?”
“Please, yes!” she hissed as his wicked thumb stroked her overly sensitive nub with just enough pressure to drive her wild but not bring her over the edge. “Philip, I need you.”
“You have me.” He pressed his cock against her entrance and pushed into her slowly. She cried out at the stretch, the inexorable pleasure of being joined with him. “You have me.”
Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders and neck, then pulled at his hips. “More, I—I need more.” She wanted all of him, to keep him as close as possible and never let go.
“And you’ll get it.” Perspiration dotted his brow, and the arm supporting his weight trembled from his restraint. “But I need to watch you taking me. Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
She groaned as he pushed deeper, squirmed at the sensation of stretching and fullness, conflicting messages of pleasure and pain whipping over her nerves.
He hummed, his chest vibrating. “That’s it, deeper. You can take all of me.”
Her head fell back against the bed as he rocked into her in minute increments, praising her and stroking her hair, bending over to kiss her lips and cheeks and temple.
So beautiful. So perfect. My beautiful wife.
With one last thrust, his hips fell flush against hers, and they both moaned with the pleasure of it, the bone-deep satisfaction of being fully joined after so many years apart.
