Every Last Touch

by Christa Wick

  By the time I crawled onto the bed, I was breathing like one of the prize bulls my brother raised. My hot puffs steamed the air in front of me as I parted Ashley’s thighs and lowered my mouth to her quivering flesh.

  A sexy whimper twisted inside her throat. Her fingers stopped clutching at the bedding to rake through my hair, her nails lightly scratching at my scalp as I burrowed between the thick outer lips and laved my tongue from the mouth of her pussy up the pulsating line of her clit. Returning to the hooded pearl, I began to suck.

  I wanted her all at once, wanted my mouth on her, my cock in her. Groaning, I pushed three fingers into her tight hole. Her body responded with a fresh rush of thick cream to make my curling fingers even slicker as I penetrated more deeply, my knuckles massaging her grasping muscles.

  “Walker, I need you,” Ashley gasped, repeating the last two words and nothing else with a begging tone.

  I knew exactly what my wife needed. She needed me thick inside her, driving as deep as I could go, planting the head of my shaft against the opening of her cervix, releasing my seed into her as my tongue gently fucked in and out of her sweet mouth. She needed me sucking one of her dark red nipples while my fingers entered her again, plugging my semen inside Ashley as her body worked to draw my essence into her womb.

  “Yes…yes…” Her words came out broken, her entire body shaking and trembling around her core as the thick triangle of my fingers prepared her to take my cock once more.

  I teased her clit with my tongue, sucked its tip, throttled then sucked some more, fingers driving and twisting until Ashley screamed out and filled my mouth with her release.

  I surged up the bed, spearing into her just as I had fantasized so many nights before. With a hard grip, I held her thighs apart and fed my long, hard cock into a pussy that quivered and jumped, Ashley’s orgasm still pulsating through her, dissolving muscles like hot water over sugar.

  I draped my torso atop her, my arms sliding between her back and the mattress to perfect the fit, bones melding with bones, our bodies one writhing synchronized mass of pleasure.

  After she made me come harder than I ever had before in my life, I stared into her smoky gray gaze. “I’ve waited what feels like my whole life for you, wife. And I’m going to spend the rest of it loving you like this every chance I get.”

  Epilogue

  Walker

  -- Three and a Half Years Later --

  In the end, Ashley couldn't quit law enforcement—not entirely. She just found ways to do it without wearing a badge. She did it as a consultant, as an educator, and as a mentor to other women in the field

  More than anything, she did it as a mother.

  "Someone is finished with his bath," I said, carrying our son Patton into Ashley's home office.

  She closed the lid on her laptop then swiveled to face me. A laugh burst past her lips and set Patton to babbling excitedly.

  "How come you're the one that's all wet?" Ashley asked when she could breathe again.

  I placed our infant son in her arms, the towel still around his body. With my hands free, I stripped off my t-shirt already dotted with bathwater and used it to sop up the moisture clinging to my face and hair.

  "Don't forget your chest. And abs,” Ashley directed.

  "It's not wet…" I started before I caught the purr in her voice.

  "But I'll do anything to oblige, love," I continued, my hand swiping slowly along my torso.

  Her gaze dropped lower. Much lower.

  I chuckled. "That's definitely not wet, Ash."

  "It will be," she promised, rising up from the chair. "Just as soon as I get this little bundle of joy put to bed."

  I watched her walk away, my mind and body mesmerized by the swing of her full hips and her lush ass beneath the nightgown she had on. With my growing cock already pushing against the band of my jeans, I prowled after her as soon as she disappeared into Patton's room.

  Waiting in the hall, I listened as Ashley cooed at our son, her melodic voice distracting the baby as she threaded his arms and legs into his pajamas. Then she sang, soft and sweet. I knew without being able to see into the crib that she was stroking the bridge of his nose. The technique worked like magic with him, but only when Ash was the one doing the stroking and singing.

  The domesticity of it all didn't subdue my erection. In fact, it just added to my hunger. Over the years, my wife had only gotten sexier, motherhood making her luscious curves fill out even more.

  Hearing her footsteps eventually make it across the room, I immediately undid my jeans to free my rock hard cock before it imprinted against my zipper.

  Entering the hall, one hand pulling the door shut, she froze. Less than a heartbeat later, a grin whipped across her face. Taming it, she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and trapped it between her teeth.

  "Where do you think you're going, baby?” I whispered as she tried to ease down the hall, her gaze full of mischief. "You promised me a wet pussy."

  She tried to look shocked then bit down harder on her lip, eyes dancing.

  "Or maybe you meant your mouth," I teased.

  Her eyes rolled up, a full-bodied shiver racing across her flesh. The physical reaction was just enough of a distraction for me to get her up against the wall and one of my big hands under the gown and past the gusset of her panties.

  "Was that an instant flood?" I asked, my fingers finding her soaking wet.

  Trembling against me, Ashley nodded.

  Fuck…I wasn't going to make it to our bedroom without taking her.

  Momentarily abandoning the hot, responsive pussy that sucked at my fingers, I seized her hips and pulled her into the hall bathroom. With one long tug, I stripped the gown away.

  Spinning Ashley around, I pointed her at the mirror over the sink. She wrapped her hands around the cold white porcelain, her eyes drifting shut.

  "Look at us, love," I ordered.

  She obeyed, a deep throated moan breaking free as she watched me slide my cock between her thighs, my thick length curving along her mound to poke and tease at her swollen clit.

  When her head started to dip, I wound a length of her hair around my hand and reined her in so that she was standing upright on her toes.

  "Squeeze your breasts," I rasped. "And watch yourself."

  Body trembling, Ashley bit hard at that pouty bottom lip of hers, worrying it something fierce as she began to squeeze the full breasts and pluck at the swollen nipples.

  "Lift yourself onto me," I ordered next.

  Moaning, she straightened her spine, stretched until she was as tall as she could go, strained to make it even though we both knew she didn't have enough height.

  I helped her out, bending my knees, my back braced against the wall and my fingers denting the plump flesh of her hips.

  With a shudder and a fresh moan, Ashley sank onto my cock. Abandoning her breasts, she wrapped both hands around the sink and leveraged off it to trombone up and down the length of my shaft. Her luscious ass bobbed and bounced, her sweet pussy sucking and coiling around me.

  “Hell, Ash. You're so damn sexy, I’m not going to last much longer.“

  She hooked my gaze in the mirror, her smoky gray eyes smoldering with the same heat that devoured my cock. Her head dipped back down, her hips rocking and rolling, milking my length with short, hard gulps.

  Reaching forward, I wrapped one hand around the top of her shoulder. The fingers on my other hand dug harder into her hip, immobilizing her so I could deliver hard driving thrusts, punishing her flesh because of how damn good it felt as it yielded to me.

  Ashley quivered beneath my touch. Sounds twisted in her throat. She gasped, moaned, begged me for more of my cock until we froze together, my climax jetting inside her, filling her with the promise of another child.

  She started to fold. I slid an arm under her, bracing her and pulling her upward at the same time. Her feet left the floor, dangled as I used all my strength to hold her up, my ass pumping upward, gravity forc
ing me more deeply inside her, my balls contracting with each fresh spurt of pleasure.

  Feeling her go limp, I gently brought her feet back down to the ground, holding her upright on my own until she could assist. I slid out, maneuvered the door open, led her down the hall and into our bedroom.

  Her gaze lit with euphoria, she collapsed onto the bed. I’d positioned her lush body exactly how I wanted—Ashley on her back in the middle of the mattress, her legs spread, a pillow beneath her ass to keep my seed in her.

  "Did you just get me pregnant again?" she asked, her voice dreamy and floating.

  "I was sure as hell aiming to,” I answered, settling between her parted thighs, my voice thick with fresh need. The last time I had filled her so full was the night she conceived Patton. I’d wanted to fill her like that over and over ever since.

  Now, at the thought of her making me another beautiful baby, I laid my forehead against hers and felt my heart grow two sizes too big for my chest. “You want that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

  “You know I do,” she murmured, smiling. “Just like you know how many times we should probably keep trying tonight to make sure it takes—”

  I barely let her finish that sentence before my tongue was driving her toward another hard orgasm. Not because a lot of those pregnancy experts say her pleasure could help her conceive. But because I just really love making my beautiful wife come.

  “I love you so damn much, Ash.” More and more every single day, if it was possible.

  And just like she did every night, she sighed contentedly and whispered the words back to me as she drifted off to sleep.

  Always one of the best parts of my day.

  …Right up there with waking up with her in my arms tomorrow.

  The End

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  Granted, standing in the middle of a deserted road with an axe in each hand probably wasn’t the best way to get a car to stop for me. But stop, she did. Well, sort of. Okay, so she was just avoiding a rollover into the same ditch I’d broken down in when she braked long enough for me to hop in her truck bed.

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  The HIS TO CLAIM Series

  Book 1: Every Last Touch (Walker & Ashley)

  Book 2: Every Last Look (Barrett & Quinn)

  Book 3: Every Last Secret (Sutton & Maddy)

  Book 4: Every Last Reason (Emerson & Delia)

  Book 5: Every Last Call (Gamble & Siobhan)

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  Also by Christa Wick

  the Far Too Tempting collection

  Tempted Beyond Reason (Wake & Lacey)

  Tempted Beyond Relief (Wylie & Rhea)

  Tempted Beyond Return (Logan & Lily)

  the Untouchable Curves collection

  Curvy Attraction (Aiden & Cecelia)

  Curvy Seduction (Owen & Gemma)

  Curvy Perfection (Cayce & Ashley)

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  His Curvy Temptation (Declan & Melanie)

  [an extra curvy Untouchable Curves standalone novel]

  the Irresistible Curves collection

  Chasing Her Curves (Hawk & Ginny)

  Claiming Her Curves (Blake & Pippa)

  Capturing Her Curves (Shane & Velda)

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  Keeping Her Curves (Ian & Juno)

  [an extra alpha Irresistible Curves standalone novel]

  the His to Claim series

  Book 1: Every Last Touch (Walker)

  Book 2: Every Last Look (Barrett)

  Book 3: Every Last Secret (Sutton)

  Book 4: Every Last Reason (Emerson)

  Book 5: Every Last Call (Siobhan)

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  [a standalone ménage]

  Tempted By Trouble (Austin & Gina)

  [a standalone erotica]

  the Savage Trust series

  Wrecked (Luke & Marie)

  Scarred (Mikhael & Alina)

  Frayed (Trent & Daniella)

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  New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Christa Wick has been hybrid publishing since 2012 (yep, she’s one of the O.G. indie authors). She’s written 50+ romances starring curvalicious heroines and alphalicious heroes whose stories span the spectrum of: steamy & sweet, steamy & emotional, steamy & suspenseful, steamy & paranormal, steamy & dark, and…well, you get the idea. She also writes sci-fi thrillers and suspense novels under other pen names.

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