by Posey Parks
“I almost lost you.”
“Sydney, you know death was the only way you’d get rid of me.”
I met his concerned gaze. “All I want is you forever. I know I haven’t been the best wife before the explosion. We won’t discuss our problems now. We’ll save them for therapy. Today, I want to get lost in you. You’re my addiction Sebastian. As hard as I tried to push you away, I knew there was nowhere else I wanted to be. That’s why I came to the hotel that night. I understand sometimes you have to hop on the jet and head out of town on business. Or to help someone in need. Yes, I understand, no one is promised tomorrow. Every night, I watch you sleep. Once I believe you’re in a deep slumber, I sit in the shower and cry or I sit on the patio and bawl my eyes out.”
His hands ran up and down my arms. “Don’t hide what you’re going through. I am your husband. Wake me up and cry in my arms.” He caressed my cheek. “I need to absorb your pain.”
Sebastian gripped my face. “Promise you won’t run and cry anymore.”
“I’m trying to be strong in your presence, Sebastian.”
“Fuck that. Are you having nightmares? Is that the real reason you’re waking up and running away?”
Tears spilled down my cheeks, crashing into his large hands. My eyelids lowered. “Yes.”
“Sydney, we don’t have to make love today. I can hold you tight and show you I’m here. What’s the dream about?” The padding of his thumbs swiped across my face.
I swallowed hard. “You enter the building and they never find your body. I only have an empty box to lower into the ground. That’s what I was told would happen, because they couldn’t find your remains.”
A tear escaped his eye. “Shit.” He clutched me in his big strong arms. “I knew you were wrecked the night I pulled you into the tub. That release wasn’t enough. I should have insisted you cry in my arms again as long as you needed.”
I pushed back. “Right now, I need us to be one.” My hand swept along his bearded cheek. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”
His eyes closed briefly. “Good, because I need to come long and hard inside you. I might set a record.”
I laughed.
Sebastian slipped my T-shirt over my head. I strolled toward the bathroom wearing just a bra and panties. He snatched my waist, circling his rock-hard cock against my back.
“Shit, baby,” I breathed.
His lips crashed into mine. Sebastian tore my delicate panties from my body. His fingers slid down my slightly, hairy mound within my wet folds. “Yes, that feels so fucking good.”
“Walk.”
We stepped into our massive heather gray bathroom. Sebastian kicked off his sneakers, then peeled off his socks. My fingers slipped into the waist band of his shorts and boxer briefs. I shoved them down his sculpted hips and legs.
Sebastian unhooked my bra and tossed it to the blue gray marble floor. I pivoted, strutting into the glass shower. Turning the chrome knobs, I adjusted the water temperature. The piping hot water descended from the ceiling, dancing on my brown skin. My hands smoothed the water over my face.
I glanced at Sebastian. “Why are you standing there? Aren’t you coming in?”
His lips ticked up at one end. “I’m enjoying the view. That body, baby.” He bit his lower lip.
I chuckled. “Sebastian, close the door and come here.”
He stepped inside and the door silently closed behind him. I poured body wash onto a black sponge. Sebastian released my wet hair from the ponytail holder. He removed the bottle from my hand and placed both items on the shelf.
Circling the sponge over the fine hairs on his chest, I gasped. “All this belongs to me.”
Our eyes locked.
“Always has.” His forehead, fell upon mine. “The second you doused me in scolding hot coffee.”
I laughed. “Sebastian, it was an accident and you know it.”
“Doesn’t matter. You opened my eyes.” He tipped my chin with two fingers and his teeth skimmed my jaw line. A tingling sensation pulsated every inch of my body.
I struggled to hold on to the sponge. “Sebastian, I need to finish washing these abs, then your dick.” I pecked his lips.
Kneeling before him, I tenderly circled the sponge over the healing wound. My nose trailed along the hair V leading to his fat cock. “Sebastian, I’m sure you told the doctor you feel great. Was that the truth?”
The water trickled over his skin. My lips fell upon the scar. “Baby, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
I grimaced. “You almost died, Sebastian.” Stroking the sudsy sponge along his cock, I held his gaze. “I don’t want to sound like a broken record. You know Caden and I need you. We don’t need you financially. We need you emotionally.”
His jaw twitched. “I am the provider for this family. You’re one of the owners of the company because I needed to know you are always financially cared for.”
“Yeah? Did you tell Seth I’m a shareholder?”
He sighed. “No. But I will. Do not tell me how you can take care of yourself. I know, Sydney.” Sebastian stepped back. My hands fell to my sides. The water cascaded over his rippling body.
“You’re upset, huh?”
“Yes. Shit. You barely spend any money from our joint bank account. You purchase clothes and diapers for Caden, and food for the house. You are utilizing your account to purchase items for yourself. No one knows you don’t spend my money but me and you. The outside world will never know.”
“I’m not doing it for them.” I swallowed what felt like cotton in my throat. “I’m doing it for me.”
Sebastian sank into the bench along the back wall, chest heaving.
I stood under the water, eyes fell shut, swirling the soapy sponge over my skin. Sebastian’s eyes burned holes through my body. I could feel them combing my skin.
“Maybe one day, I’ll allow you to purchase everything for me. But right now, please let me hang onto a little of my independence.” My eyes fluttered open.
He nodded.
I placed the sponge on the shelf and strolled toward him. “Did you hear me, Sebastian?”
He didn’t respond. I fell to my knees again. “Baby, did you hear me?”
The black outlined the green in his eyes. The green was rich as a vibrant forest. Gripping his cock, my lips traced sideways across the tip. “Answer me.” My head dipped, and my mouth slid up and down his long, fat dick. I moaned around his cock.
His fingers gripped the edge of the bench. I slipped my tongue along the veins, vining his towering dick. “This is the best cock I ever had.”
He fisted my hair in the blink of an eye. “This is the last cock you’ll ever have,” he growled. “Slide those pretty lips down my dick.” His eyes darkened.
He thrusted into my mouth at a rapid pace. His free hand palmed my breast.
“It’s been too long. I missed the way your mouth grips my cock. Shit, baby.” His eyes hooded.
“I’m coming, sweetheart,” Sebastian groaned.
I clutched his muscled thighs, sucking down every last delicious drop. His big dick slipped from my lips.
“I’m waiting, Sebastian.”
“Fine, continue to purchase from your account.” He leaned in. “I’ll keep a running total of the money you spend monthly and wire the funds into your Swiss account.” He flashed a devilish grin.
“Sebastian, did you hear anything I said?” I snarled.
He rolled his eyes. “You need independence. I’ll drop it for now.”
Leaning forward, I circled my tongue around his taut nipple. My finger nails dug into his back. His large hands palmed my ass. Inching my lips along his shoulder blade then neck, I inhaled him. Loved his scent. The vanilla, citrus, musk shower gel I lathered over his skin was my weakness. My pussy pulsated. Begged to be stroked.
“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. Sebastian touch my pussy.”
“You’re a greedy woman.” His deep vocals vibrated my entire body.
Caress
ing his gruff face, I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth. Gliding my tongue over every inch of his mouth. His hands rested under my ass. I pulled back. “Baby, please.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SEBASTIAN
Sydney was barely hanging on. Shit, I needed it too. We hadn’t had sex in a while. Before our life was turned upside down again, I rarely made love to her. We were at odds most of the time about having another baby.
My index finger slipped within the slit of her ass. Her lips fell open over mine. I slid my tongue down her throat as my finger dove into her tight asshole.
“Fuck, yes. Oh, I needed this. Needed us.”
Sadness loomed those amber eyes. I hated the pain that was etched into my wife’s heart. The nightmares and crying every fucking night. I understood her hurt. Knew she’d stop at nothing until she ended Pippa. Can’t blame her. The woman tried to snuff out her husband’s life. Sydney thought I was dead. She was literally sick when chief Berry said my remains could be scattered throughout the bomb site. Jacob provided that unfortunate insight. I needed to know everything. Our physical connection was beyond past due.
“In my lap now.”
Sydney straddled me, shoving her greedy tongue into my mouth. Her body shook in my arms. My eyes shot open. “Baby, it’s ok. Look at me.”
Her eyelids tightened and her lower lip trembled. I sucked her shaky lip. “Sweetheart, it’s ok, I’m here.”
Rumbling climbed her throat. “Sydney, please don’t hide from me.” My fingers tangled in her long-wet locks.
“Ah!” she wailed. A gut-wrenching cry roared through her.
“Open your eyes. Look at me. I’m right here.”
Her eyes opened, and the tears gushed like a river down her cheeks. My lips pressed against each eyelid. “I’m here.” I repeated over and over again.
Sydney was in worse shape than when I found her in Seattle.
“Sebastian, I-I can’t lose you again.”
Her salty tears graced my lips. “I know, sweetheart.” My fingers slipped between us into her soaked goodness.
Sydney’s hands massaged the back of my head. “Please make love to me.” Her forehead fell upon mine. “Don’t hold back.”
I lined my cock up with her sweet hole. My teeth clenched her neck as I slid each pleasurable inch into her wet pussy. “Fuck, how did I last this long not being inside the best pussy I ever had?”
“Oh shit! Sebastian, you feel so fucking good.” She glided up and down my cock. Each time her pussy tightened around my dick. Sydney stilled mid-air. “Don’t stop.”
I plunged into her, gripping her ass.
“Oh! That’s it.” Sydney’s body shuddered in my grasp.
I stood, stepping to the left away from the water, gently, thrusting her back against the wall.
My tongue circled her nipple, and I sucked her soft skin into my mouth.
Her fingers gripped my shoulders. “Yes, Sebastian.” I leaned to the right, devouring her hard nipple. I’ve never longed for a woman before Sydney. All rationale flew out the window when it came to her. All those times she tried resisting me and couldn’t. Our sexual chemistry was obvious. A stranger could identify our spark. Our gravitational pull toward each other was monumental. No woman was more important than my wife. Holding this beautiful brown work of art in my arms made me feel like a king. She was mine to please. To have and to hold forever. I needed to take this second chance I had with Sydney and make it count.
“Hook those shaky legs over my forearms.” My tongue traced her plump lips.
“I can’t. My body won’t stop shaking.”
Hypnotized by those amber eyes, her exquisite cheek bones and that fucking button nose. I could come right now, just marveling her beautiful features.
Slipping my arms under her quivering legs, I slid deep inside her dripping pussy. Her arms clutched my neck.
Dropping my eyes, I stared between us as I drove deeper inside her. Holding back was a distant memory. If Sydney wanted a baby, I’d give her one, two, or three. I captured her trembling lips between mine. Her fingernails cut into my shoulders. “Oh,” she breathed. Her hips circled in my palms. I stilled inside her as Sydney’s pussy squeezed my cock.
“Baby, it’s coming,” I gritted through barred teeth.
Winded, I peered into her eyes. “Before tomorrow morning comes, I’ll fill your pussy with enough of my seed, surly you’ll be pregnant this time.”
“Music to my ears.” Her lips crashed into mine. “Come hard, baby.”
Stroking inside her tight walls, come expelled from my cock filling her womb. We held each other in our blissful erotic state.
“Sebastian, you should put me down. I seriously need you to continue healing.”
I lowered Sydney to her feet under three of the shower heads. “I’ll rest tomorrow.”
She shook her head.
I poured shampoo in the palm of my hand. “I’ll massage your scalp.”
My fingers worked her scalp.
“That’s so nice. I miss this.”
“I bet your tense all over. You need a massage.”
“It’s unnecessary right now. After we end Pippa, I’ll be happy to allow you to pamper me.” She dropped her head back, and the water ran through her thick locks. I applied conditioner to her hair. Sydney pushed me onto the bench and released my hair from the man bun. She poured an ample amount of coconut shampoo in her hands.
“You’ve taken good care of me Sydney.” My lips pressed against her inner arm. She worked the shampoo into my scalp.
“Correction, Sebastian. I’ve taken great care of you. Before the incident I was a shitty wife. So, focused on my bitterness over Caden’s kidnapping. Nothing like tragedy to snap you out of your bullshit.” Her forehead fell upon mine. “I hate myself for what I put you through.”
“Sydney, we’re moving forward.”
She pulled me to my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair under the hot water.
“Yes, we are.”
∞
Sydney sat on the kitchen countertop, drowning in one of my pinstripe dress shirts folded at the elbows. My lips fell upon her knee.
“You’re too fucking sexy.”
She chuckled, holding the pint of sea salt caramel ice cream midair. A silver tablespoon disappeared between her lips. Her eyes closed as she tugged the spoon handle.
“This is heaven.”
“Only the ice cream is heaven?”
Her eyes popped open. “Now, baby you know that dick is magic.” She winked.
My heart skipped a beat, staring at the genuine smile upon her lips. Sydney sank the spoon into the carton. “Open.” I did as she commanded.
She slipped the spoon into my mouth. I nodded. “Pretty good. Chocolate mint is my favorite.”
Her nose wrinkled. “How could I forget? There’s a half gallon in the freezer. I can grab it.” She pointed the spoon over her shoulder.
“No thanks. I am hungry for two things. A hearty meal…” I gripped her ass, pulling her mound flush against my cock. “And that sweet pussy.”
Sydney placed the spoon and ice cream on the counter. Sincerity danced in her eyes. “What would you like to eat? I can whip you up a meal.” Her fingers swept along my chest.
My hand brushed over her crinkly, damp hair. “Consider this our date night.”
Her head cocked to the side. “Only difference is we can’t leave the house. So, we are ordering in.”
My finger tips brushed her silky thigh. “Do you want to go out to dinner? We can wear prosthetics.”
Her lips pressed against mine. “No, carry-out is just fine. Order whatever you’d choose. You know what I like. I’ll be back.” That gorgeous glow withered.
I caged her in with my arms. “Baby, talk to me.”
“After dinner arrives I will.” I stepped back. She hopped off the counter, disappearing from the room.
~
We sat on the patio, eating dinner. Our bare feet rested on the natural co
lored slate tiles.
“Me and the girls discussed, organizing a couples retreat for next year.”
I sipped the rose champagne. “The six of us?”
She chewed the tortellini, then swallowed. “No, everyone. Your cousins and their better halves.” She snickered.
“Better halves?” I peered at her. One brow quirked up.
“Baby, yes. We are y’all better halves.”
“If you ladies can make it work, that would be fun. Nice way for all of us to spend time together.”
She smiled and gulped down her wine. “The sun is setting. Perfect time to hop into the jacuzzi.” Sydney stood, unbuttoning the dress shirt. “I’ll wait for you.” She blew me a kiss. The shirt dropped to the ground. She slipped on her dark sunglasses. My eyes were glued to her sculpted, naked body as she submerged in the jacuzzi.
I stood, popping the top on a fresh bottle of champagne. Swiping our glasses off the table, I strolled toward her.
“Sebastian, can you grab the fruit platter out of the fridge?”
“Sure.” I left our drinks along the side of the jacuzzi, then darted into the house.
I returned with the fruit tray. Sydney slid her sunglasses down her nose. Her lips formed an O. “You lost your boxers in the house I see. Are you happy to see me or what?” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from my rock, hard cock.
I placed the tray beside the champagne. “Sweetheart, I am always happy to see you.” I stepped into the water and pulled her up into my arms.
She glanced around the spacious yard, resting her arms on my shoulders. “The privacy is exceptional.”
“I wanted to fuck my wife under the sunrise...” My nose circled her neck under her chin. “…the sunset. And under the stars.” My teeth grazed her collarbone.
“Oh, yeah.”
I palmed her breasts. “Fuck yes. Spread those thick thighs, baby.”
Stroking my dick under the warm water, I slid inch by pleasurable inch inside her. “Sebastian,” she moaned.
