Page 56 of Collide

“So deep,” I groan, and she picks up the pace, rolling forward and shifting back. Her hands fall to my chest again, and she draws up my shaft before slamming down.

“Sweetmotherofallthings.” I’m mumbling like I’m speaking tongues because this girl, this woman, my wife, has taken mine. She increases her pace, setting a pattern to her movements, and the clawing at my lower back begins. My legs tremble, and my balls tighten.

“Ivy,” I warn. I can’t go too fast. I can’t ruin this for her, for us. She already told me she didn’t orgasm the first time we were together all those years ago, so I will not disappoint her again. My thumb comes between us, and her breath hitches.

“Gage.” She exhales. “What are you doing?”

“I won’t come without you, but I’m warning you, this is going to be over quick. You’re too much for me, Ivy. Too much.” I mean it in the most loving of ways, and she moves with purpose over me, my thumb on the nub to push her over the edge. Her breath hitches. Her movements falter. She slams over me, and the clenching around my dick sets me off. Her eyes close but mine watch her as she throws her head back and scrapes her short nails over my treasure trail. I’m jetting off inside her, and I stare at the space where I’ve disappeared, connecting us as one.

“Two stars collide, Ivy. Better together,” I strain as I fill her with my seed, not second-guessing the loss. She’s already pregnant, but someday, another baby will be mine. From me, inside her.

She falls forward, catching herself on her hands as her belly prevents her from lying on top of me.

“That was so much more than I thought it’d be,” she whispers over me, shocked herself at the intensity of us. “I need to do it again.”

I chuckle still inside her, pleased with her eagerness. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’m all yours, gorgeous.”

“You’re all mine for eternity,” she reminds me, her voice softening in that way when she’s worried she’s said too much. I can’t contain the smile.

“Eternity, Ivy. Eternity.”

25

IVY

I’m awakened by the stroke of his hand over my hip. He told me to give him a few minutes, but I’m the one who fell asleep. It’s been a long day of mixed emotions and nerves, so many nerves. Still, the tip of his fingers outlining my hips feels nice and reminds me I’m his. He’s mine. We are together.

Two stars collide.

We certainly haven’t taken the conventional path, and as I lie here with his palm smoothing over my backside, I don’t think I’d change the crooked journey. While I wish Baby Ava was his by blood and genes, I’ll know she’ll be his in all ways important. Love. So much love.

“You rested yet?” he mutters against my shoulder before kissing it, and I purr, arching my back in search of his backside.

“It’s going to be different this time,” he whispers into my neck, nipping me above my clavicle, and I shudder with anticipation. I remain on my side as his hand slips over my backside and lower, in search of my sex already wet and waiting for him. He slips two fingers in, fast and slick, and I moan with the welcome intrusion.

“So ready for me already, wife,” he teases, nipping at my upper arm. He scoots his body down behind me, curling his body until he’s below me. I remain on my side, his fingers in me, until he draws them out and slips his tongue across my seam. I flinch with the surprise.

“You okay like this?” I nod, but he can’t see me. “Grab a pillow and place it between your knees.” The position opens me up, separating my legs so he has better access to me while he teases me with his tongue, adding fingers and pulling back. Sucking at my clit and blowing air at my entrance. I’m a wriggling mess by the time he makes me come, sloppy and wet. He props me up on an elbow and bites one of my ass cheeks.

“Stay like this,” he suggests, and I peer over my shoulder at him. He places a hand before my belly and the other behind my back. While I’m on my side, he moves his hips until his tip rests at my entrance.

“Like this?” I ask, surprised and nervous and fluttering with anticipation. Gage is adventurous as proven by all the creative ways he’s gotten me off in the months he’s put off sex, but this, this is different. I’m only had sex in two relative positions. Me on top. Me on bottom. This is going to be unusual, and the moment he slowly presses forward, I know it’s going to be mind-altering.

“I’ll go slow,” he tells me. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

Hurt me? This man could never hurt me. Break my heart, maybe, someday. But physically, purposely, he’d never cause me pain. As he slides into me, my eyes roll back in my head, and I grip the pillow between my knees.

“Okay?” he asks, filling me to the hilt. I’m so full, fuller than I’ve ever felt before, and I know it’s more than his dick inside me. It’s him. His love. His care. His touch. I nod, and he retracts, then presses forward once again. He’s hitting me in a new way, a new spot, and my orgasm instantly builds. My belly flutters, and thankfully, the baby doesn’t kick to distract me. Gage repeats his movements and begins a punishing rhythm that increases with each motion.

“Gage, I…”

“I know, babe. It feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good.” He continues his steady draw and thrust, filling me over and over. I shift a leg, rubbing the heel of my foot against his thigh.

“Let me up. On my knees.” I’ve never done it like this, bowed down with my ass in the air, but he’s making me wild like he always does.

“Babe,” he groans, pulling out of me and holding my hips as I roll to my knees and spread my legs with him behind me. “You’re killing me, woman,” he teases as he smooths two hands over my backside. I prop on my elbows, not able to lay flat.

“Ivy, with you like this. I—”