by Ames, Ilsa
“All of it, Tiago, all of it is for you.” I wasn’t even aware I’d said the words but heard his grunt of response. His finger had stilled, but now I pushed down and felt the tip of his finger slide deeper into my ass.
I thrust onto Tiago’s cock and his finger, with another wave of pleasure that still wasn’t quite the end of it. I wanted it, I wanted what waited on that edge I hadn’t quite been driven to yet. I wanted it all.
I contracted, became a speck of light, before I burst and my body convulsed in pleasure as Tiago gasped above me.
“Just like that, June. Come for me, baby. Let it all go and fucking come for me.” He urged me on, but I didn’t need it, I was already there.
This was the final puzzle piece, this explosion of pleasure that steals every thought from your head, only to allow all of the memories to come back at once. As I screamed my pleasure, as Tiago groaned my name as he exploded inside of me.
…And my memory returned, like a bang.
I clawed into his back to hang on, pleasure gripped me to put the memories on hold. I had my husband back, I had me back, and this is where we belonged. He panted my name over and over as he came within me, and each pant sent me into another spiral of pleasure. I felt as if I’d turn inside out from it all, that my body and his would really become one as my body swallowed his.
This was my husband, and finally, I was his wife again.
20
Tiago
“Layla, bring Maddox over here, will you?” I called out to my goddaughter, and she beamed at me, my six-month-old son in her tiny little arms. She felt like a big sister and loved the babies.
Both of them.
“Does Aunt June still have Millie with her?”
“Yeah, Uncle Ti. She said she’d be out in a few minutes.” The little girl had flourished and was now just like any other child. She’d caught up in all areas, and was a little ray of sunshine, just as she’d always been.
“How do you like your dress?” I looked down at her as she handed Maddox back to me.
“It’s nice, but not as pretty as Aunt June’s. It’s sooooooooo pretty Uncle Ti.” She beamed a little bit more and walked back to her mother.
“Ready to do this, again?” Tim asked, my best man, for a second time.
“More than ready. Everything set?”
“The music will be on in five.” We were renewing our vows, a little late, but June had wanted to recover from the birth of our twins, Millie and Maddox, and then we’d become entangled in the inheritance stuff, and well, now was the first moment we had free.
“Here she comes!” Somebody called out and I looked down the path through the rows of white chairs, to see my wife heading out of the bar and straight to me. Yeah, we’d chosen the bar again. It seemed like a good idea as it worked so well the first time around.
Only this time, it was dark outside, with candles and low lights that lit the night up in a romantic way. June came to stand at the end of the path, dressed in a gorgeous midnight blue gown she’d chosen. Just as she had back then, she stunned me with just how beautiful she was.
I hadn’t needed all of that money, but it was ours now. I’d proven my father wrong, eventually. Yeah, he’d almost broken me—us, actually, with the damned terms of his will. But June and I were stronger than we’d ever thought we were, and we’d come out the other side.
And for my efforts I got something far better than money. I got my wife and my family.
I smiled at her, my heart full of love as she mouthed the words to me. We’d said it every day since her memory returned, and we never let a day go by where we didn’t say it. Whether we were exhausted, grumpy, or ill, we said it to each other every single day.
“Hi baby,” I said to her as she came to stand beside me, Ella not far behind her.
“Hi honey.” She smiled back at me, her eyes on my face. “I am so glad we decided to do this again. I love this dress.”
“I’ll buy you a house full of them if that’s what you want.”
“Yeah, but I need occasions to wear them.” She grinned, and my heart melted.
“Maybe you should have charity balls for your organization, that would you give you an excuse.”
“That’s not a bad idea, actually. I…” But she was cut off by the officiant, and our second wedding was under way.
We spent the evening with her new friends, my old friends, and our children as we celebrated our second wedding. We gathered up the babies later that evening, and we all headed to a new place for our second honeymoon, the mountains of North Carolina. June wanted to see how they compared to our own.
We’d arranged a cabin in the woods—not rustic, to be clear. One of those places you see on Instagram or wherever. “Mountain luxury” it was described as—all glass and white oak, with huge windows that overlooked stunning views. When we arrived, June immediately went to the giant tub with jets and filled it up. The kids were asleep and would be for a while, so I found a nice spot to sit and watch her as she soaked the day’s strain away in the tub.
My wife was just a tad on the side of exhibitionist, and I didn’t mind it a bit. It made me hard, and trust me, I knew it made her soaking wet when we knew there was a chance of someone seeing us—someone watching us as we came for each other.
She soaked in the tub for quite a while, but neither of us was in a hurry. The babies were finally sleeping through the night, we were alone, and we had all of the time in the world. She took her time, with the occasional tease, and I was hard for her the entire time. We didn’t speak, we just communicated with our eyes.
It was something that had developed in that time when she had amnesia and she felt so torn between the knowledge that she should know me but didn’t. She’d look at me, and I would know what she had on her mind. I’d look at her in return, and she’d somehow know what my answer was. Maybe it was something that all couples could do, I wouldn’t know. She was my one and only real relationship.
There’d been women in my life before her, but none of them had ever found their way into my heart. They’d all been passing, bad imitations of what I knew now I’d wanted all along.
…June.
Other women in my life had been ships passing in the night. Only June had stuck around to see the reality that daylight could bring.
“That’s enough of that, I think.” She said as she stood up out of the tub, her leg free of the cast now and mostly healed. She still felt weakness sometimes, but for the most part it was good to go. I looked over her gorgeous body and felt myself grown even harder.
She wrapped a huge white towel around her body and led me into our bedroom. The main outer wall was just glass, and for my little exhibitionist, it was a beacon. She pushed me down onto the bed with a glance to the wall.
“Do you think anybody can see us?” She’d left the bed lamp on I noticed, but I doubted it would give anybody a real view of us.
“If anybody’s out there in the woods, they can, baby. And I know what they’ll be doing.” I grinned as she straddled me and leaned over me. Her hands explored me greedily as I kissed her with the same passion that she gave me and pulled at my own clothes.
I lost myself in June’s kiss, in the taste of her lips and the way she felt pressed into me.
Her breasts were just within reach, but I left them for the moment to enjoy the feel of her thighs against my naked waist. That had taken a while for her to accomplish, but she was able to do it again without a problem now.
I slid my hand down her slick back, to the almost nonexistent space between us, and moaned when she shifted to let me touch her heat.
She was so wet and hot already and it was from more than the bath. It was that window, and her dirty little mind that I loved so much.
“Oh baby, you know just where to touch me.” She moaned as I found her clit and pressed into it with tight circles with my finger.
I wanted to get her off, we could worry about me later, I just wanted to hear her cry my name out when she came for now
.
I looked up to the window and wondered. It was a hot thought, the idea that somebody might watch me as I fucked June. It made my dick throb and I pushed her harder, until she had her first orgasm of the night. I’d give her plenty more later.
I wanted to slide into my wife, and I pulled her hips up so that I could push right into her as the last pulse shook her body.
I looked into her eyes as I entered her, and I loved every moment of it.
I held back, gave her the slow, shallow thrusts she liked to start with. Neither of us spoke of love or the future, we already knew both existed. Instead we reveled in the pleasure we gave each other and vowed we’d take every bit we could get out of life.
I reached down to gather her juices onto my finger and then sucked it to taste her sweetness. I wanted to suck her clit, but I’d get to that later. Right now, I wanted to fuck my wife into an orgasm.
June’s thighs spread around my hips, and when she sank down onto my cock, the both of us groaned in pleasure. My hands gripped her skin tightly, pulling her to me again and again as she started to ride every inch of me.
I thrust back, meeting her half-way and burying my cock to the hilt in her slick heat. I quickened my pace and fucked into her hard and fast as she rode me, over and over, until I’d lost myself in her and didn’t really know where I was, only that I was inside of her. She’d become my lifeline in so many ways. My everything.
My heart.
“Tiago, I’m—”
“I want you to come for me, angel,” I hissed into her lips. “Come for my big cock, June. Come all over me.”
Her lips seared to mine, and she screamed into my mouth as the climax erupted through her. I could feel her pussy clenching down so tight around my cock, and it was the last I could take.
I groaned, my muscles tensing and my hands tight on her waist as I pulled her down, pushed in deep and exploded. She gasped into my kiss, hungrily tasting my tongue as my cum filled her pussy, until the both of us collapsed.
I pulled her down to me, kissed her as I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight.
She pulled away and looked into my eyes, hers reflected all of her thoughts.
“I love you, my beautiful wife, and I always will. I’d wait a thousand years for you to regain memories, and I’ll give you all of the babies your heart desires. Just keep on loving me like you do, angel.” I pulled her head to me, her hands on my face as she kissed me with all of her love in return.
This was all I’d never known I wanted, but fate had seen fit to give me. I didn’t want anything more.
Epilogue
June
“I spent so many days dreaming about what I’d do when I got my memory back, Tiago. I had no idea how hard it would be to relearn everything, and when I had to try it almost broke me. Getting my memory back did more than give me back my ability to work, though, it gave you back to me. I knew why I’d left then, but I also knew why I wanted to stay. I love you, Tiago, and nothing can take that away. I think I loved you even when I couldn’t remember you, it was so strong.”
I looked at him with all of the love in my eyes and stroked his hair in the morning sunlight. It was months after our trip to the mountains, and we were back home in California. Home, that is, in our new house. We’d loved the one we’d shared before, but it’d been time for… well, for more space.
Twins have a way of necessitating that.
“You know I’m yours until the day I die, even if I can’t say it as sweetly as you.” He rested his head back against the pillows.
I smiled. “Well, the twins are back asleep after their morning feeding. So, we’ve got an hour or two.”
I arched a brow at him, watching him grin hungrily.
“We could fill a photo album with scenic pictures and shots of you dancing in woodland streams?” He joked with a laugh.
“Or?” I lifted my eyebrow at him again.
“Or, we could go in for another round of ‘let’s make another baby.’”
I giggled. “We could I suppose, but…”
He chuckled. “Let’s enjoy these two for a little while before we throw another one in the mix.”
“I love them so much. I didn’t know that was possible.” I let my own head fall back too, as I thought about our babies.
Maddox looked like me with light brown hair and green eyes. But he had his daddy’s handsome grin. Millie had his hair and eyes, but she had my sweet smile and my short nose. They were my gorgeous babies, and I wouldn’t trade anything for them.
“For now, I propose we stay in bed, and let our babies get their rest. Later, we can go do whatever, but for now, my lovely wife, I only want you.” His fingers tickled up my ribs beneath the white cotton nightgown I’d put on to tend to the babies earlier.
“I think I like that idea, my handsome husband.” I threaded my arms around his and we laughed as we rolled over each other. I ended up on top of him, my favorite place to be now that my leg was healed.
I pushed the robe he still wore after his morning shower out of the way, and looked at the broad expanse of muscled, tanned skin. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Not as hot as you baby.” He replied, and I scoffed.
“Uh-uh, you are way fucking hotter. I bet women are still trying to get you in their pants down at the bar.” I remembered that blonde with her peekaboo panty game and cringed. I hadn’t seen her since, thankfully.
“I wouldn’t know,” he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please.”
“Well, none of them are you, so…” he shrugged again, and I grinned.
“Oh, good answer,” I giggled. “Very good answer,” I purred as I kissed him. I felt his fingers slide up to capture the rosy tip of my nipple between them. He knew my nipples were even more sensitive now and that his attentions sent me to flood stages. He didn’t pinch them, just applied pressure until I started to squirm.
I rubbed myself against his thick erection and wanted to shift to take him inside of me, but he made a noise that told me to be patient.
“Tiago, don’t make me wait.” My words were a whisper, all I could get between lips gone far too dry. I licked them, and felt a small relief, at least.
He pressed deeper into my heat as he pushed my gown away to take my left nipple into his mouth. He started to suck at my tight nipple, and that was just too much. My hand dove between us to find the overheated center of my body.
“I’m so wet, Tiago. Don’t you want to just fuck me, baby?” I asked him in a quiet voice, my eyes closed as I sought out my own depths. I plunged two fingers inside of my sheath and he was the one that moaned as if he felt it.
“I do, but not until I’ve teased your nipples until you come.” He breathed the words out, his mind on my palm pressed into his cock, and on my own clit.
He tensed as I plunged my fingers deeper, and the back of my hand pressed harder into his cock. We stopped the conversation then and he went back to his erotic tease of my nipples. He teased each one in turn as I fucked myself with my hand and tormented his cock.
“You’re going to make me come like that, June, and what would the neighbors say? What kind of man let’s his wife fuck herself to orgasm while riding her own hand and his cock?”
“Let them watch and be jealous. This is way too interesting to stop now.” I grinned down at him, but he winked and turned me over.
“Maybe they want to see me take you, make you come all over my cock. Ever think about that?”
“Whatever you want, baby, that’s what I’ll give you.
“I think it’s me that about to do the giving, June.” And with that, he was inside of me, and the world was right again.
He knew I loved it when he talked about people that might watch me, but he also knew that the only place I was ever going to call home was here with him. Wherever that here might be. I’d started out on this adventure as a timid, little mouse, afraid of her own shadow, afraid of change. Now, I charged ahead, faced what the world b
rought me.
I’d spent a lifetime afraid, and he’d taught me to take a chance, to live my life instead of being a coward that hid from it.
And I wasn’t about to let that go for anything.
We moved faster and faster, our lips coming together and our moans mingling as I rode his cock up and down.
First, we were strangers.
Then we got married.
Then we fell in love.
Twice.
“I love you,” he groaned into my lips as we both started to crumble. He drove in deep, and suddenly, I was exploding for him.
“I love—oh God!”
Our mouths crashed together, and I moaned as I swallowed his groans of pleasure, feeling his thick cock pulse inside of me as he filled me with his cum. The orgasm shattered through me, leaving me breathless and panting for more as I wrapped my arms around my husband and held him tight.
“I love you too,” I whispered, both of us panting in the afterglow.
Always.
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Steal Me Away - Sneak Peek
Logan
I’d been planning for this moment meticulously for the past few months. Stalking, watching, researching, going through each step over and over in my head, making sure I wasn’t going to make any mistakes. I was ready.
I was about to commit a crime. A serious crime.
I was going to kidnap her.
Her. Natalia Canonelli. Rich, spoiled—a pampered, bratty little daddy’s girl to the fucking letter. It may have been her old man—Preston Canonelli—who was the real guilty party in all this, but Nicole was going to pay for his sins.
