The line between want and need disappears, replaced by the kind of urgency that makes restraint impossible. My hands slide from her hips to her ass as I rise, lifting her into my arms. She gasps at the sudden movement, her legs locking around my waist as her body molds to mine, leaving no space for doubt.
Her mouth grows more insistent as I carry her down the hall. Each step toward our bedroom feels inevitable, charged with the promise of what comes next. When she clings, fingers digging into my shoulders, I tighten my grip, holding her as if I have no intention of ever letting go.
I love how effortless this feels with Kia. The way our lives have seamlessly come together. There’s nothing about it that feels temporary. It’s solid in a way I can’t explain.
By the time we reach the space that has become ours, she’s breathless and needy, her body pliant beneath my hands. After setting her down, I draw her shirt over her head. Only then do I drop to my knees and flick open the button at her waistband, lowering the zipper with unhurried movements. Her hands rest on my shoulders as I drag the denim down her hips and thighs, peeling it away until she can step free of the material. When I glance up, I find her watching me. The softness in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
I press my lips to her baby bump before rising to my feet. With careful hands, I turn her around and flick the clasp of her bra. The straps shimmy down her arms before the fabric falls to the carpet at our feet. I press a kiss to her bare shoulder and then bury my face in the silky strands of her hair, inhaling the citrusy scent.
“Look in the mirror,” I murmur. “And tell me what you see.”
Her gaze lifts to our reflection a few feet away. For a long moment, she remains silent, studying us.
“I see what it looks like when two people finally find their home,” she replies quietly.
She’s right about that.
My hands slide to her abdomen. “Know what I see?” I pause for just a beat. “My wife. My entire world. And the life we’re building.”
She turns her head just enough to meet my gaze, and the emotion shimmering in her eyes has my chest tightening. “You really feel all that?”
I brush my lips over hers. “I do.”
“I feel it too,” she admits.
“Good,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”
After I lead her to our bed, she sinks into the sheets, her hair spilling around her like ribbons of golden sunlight. Her body is open and unguarded in a way that quiets the restlessness inside me.
My wife.
Those words don’t rush in or demand attention. They simply settle inside me like a deeply held belief. An undeniable truth. In this moment, I don’t need to plan out the future, prove anything, or promise more than what already exists between us. I just need this woman, this life, exactly as it is right now.
Once her panties have been removed, I strip away my sweats and boxers, and follow her down to the mattress. I lie beside her, carefully mapping her curves with my hands. She responds to every touch with a sigh or an arch of her body, and each one pulls me deeper into the moment, anchoring me to her.
This isn’t about need. It’s about care, and showing her exactly how much she means to me in ways words aren’t able to convey.
I kiss her leisurely, letting the caress linger, letting it say everything I don’t have the language for. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging me closer, as if she trusts me completely. The simplicity of that movement, the quiet certainty in it, means more than she’ll ever know.
With one last kiss, I slide farther down her body, intent on adoring every inch of her along the way. She bares her throat, offering herself up as I trail kisses along the slender column until reaching her collarbone. I linger before lowering my mouth to the soft curve of her breast and drawing the sensitive peak between my lips.
She holds me in place as her body bows beneath mine. I take my time, savoring the way she responds before releasing her, giving the other nipple the same devoted attention. It’s only when she grows restless beneath me that I continue my descent, kissing my way down her rib cage and over the gentle curve of her belly, making sure she feels seen and cherished every single second.
When I finally reach the vee between her thighs, her body is already shifting, searching for more. I widen her legs before settling there, taking in every delicate pink inch. Even with the dim lighting, it’s impossible not to admire just how gorgeous she is.
I want to learn what makes her breath hitch and her body respond without thinking. I want to know what makes her unravel, forgetting about everything except the way she feels. More than that, I want to earn every single reaction, every sound she gives me, knowing I’m the reason she lets go. Only then will I be able to do the same.
“Laiken, please.”
My grip tightens around the supple skin of her thighs before I glance up and meet her heavy-lidded gaze. The need in her eyes is unmistakable, and the fact that I’m the man who stoked it to life makes me hard as a rock. I have no intention of rushing a single moment of this. I want to draw out her pleasure until she can’t take another second of it.
“We both know I’m going to give you everything you need,” I tell her. “Just let me play with you a little longer.”
She’s glossy perfection.
I lower my mouth to the top of her mound and press a kiss against her slit. The moment I do, she arches, and a whimper escapes her. This woman is so damn responsive it almost messes with my head. The sounds she makes, the way her body clenches around me as she comes apart… it’s hard to believe I’m the one who gets to experience all of it.
I hold her in place, zeroing in on her clit before circling it with my tongue and then drawing it into my mouth. When her fingers tighten in my hair, I continue licking her from the top of her pussy to the bottom and then up again before dipping inside her.
