Riding the Storm

by Delilah Hunt

  Her nerves tingled and, dear God, she knew if Matthew truly wanted such a painting of her, she wouldn’t be able refuse him. She could refuse him nothing. “I do give myself to you, Matthew.” He spread her pussy lips apart, fondling her cunt. Gasping, Zara clutched the sheets. “I want you to use me, Matthew, to sink your cock into me any time you please.” Her fingers dug into the sheets as she spoke her truth.

  Matthew looked up at her, his eyes watery. “God in heaven, Zara. I love you so much.”

  Zara’s eyes misted. Her baby slept peacefully within her womb and the love of her life was kneeling in front of her, total love written across his face.

  “Remind me that I’m yours,” she whispered. “Show me everything we have to come.”

  Matthew lifted his head, rubbing the side of his face against her breast. Zara closed her eyes the moment his warm tongue flickered over her tightened nipples. Threading her fingers through his hair, she arched her back, gasping when his mouth close over the bud.

  Her cunt tightened with each delicious pull of his mouth, suckling like a greedy infant. His hand tightened on her thigh and Zara gripped his head holding him to her breast.

  Matthew lifted his head and cupped the breast in his palm, stroking the curve. “They’re so full, sweet girl.” He kissed the side of her breast and asked in a hushed, hesitant tone. “Can I keep sucking them even after the baby comes?”

  Moisture pooled in her pussy and Zara squirmed on the bed. She could deny him nothing. “I want you to. I’d like that.”

  Matthew nodded, holding the base of his length, teasing it against her pulsating clitoris. Rolling her hips, she mewled, pushing herself onto his cock.

  “I can’t wait either.” He slid into her, lifting his head to the ceiling. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever been inside. So fucking hot and always ready, eager for a good fucking.” He thrust deeper. “The way it should be. With. Only. Me.”

  Oh God.

  Zara bit back a sigh as his fingers sank into her thighs and she knew he was fighting for control.

  “It’s all right,” she told him, moving her hips to urge him on. “You won’t hurt me.”

  Matthew grunted an answer and pushed into her, slowly easing every single inch of his cock into her. Zara lifted her chin and parted her lips when he began to move inside her. “Thanks for taking me back,” he rasped, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek, pumping inside her. “Think I would have died without you, sweet girl.”

  Zara rocked her hips into him and clutched the sheets, her pussy clenching around him. “Me too.”

  Matthew locked his gaze with hers and she stared back at him. She could hear his harsh breathing along with her own, the gentle slapping of his cock inside her.

  Oh to stay like this forever. Zara bit her lips and Matthew continued his slow sensuous torture deep within her.

  Clutching his hair, she moaned softly. Hot, moist heat trickled onto his cock as her orgasm rocked her to the core. Matthew hissed and gave one final thrust. Zara lifted her hips and cried out with wild abandon when Matthew joined her, holding her fierce to accept him once more.

  She felt lighter and her heart soared. Matthew’s head was now resting on her stomach and Zara brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, urging him to look at her.

  He lifted his head and gazed at her, a quiet expression on his face. “I should have married you months ago. I’m sorry, Z.” He took her hand, tracing circles around her ring finger.

  Zara shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t have. If you had asked me, I’d have told you no.”

  His eyes bulged and she smiled at him with tenderness. “I say that because I love you. I loved you too much even then to agree to a marriage with you. I wanted you to be sure you really loved me and weren’t just doing it because of the baby.” Zara wrinkled her nose and wriggled her fingers. “But…if you ask me sometime soon, I’m sure you know what my answer will be.”

  “Yes?”

  Zara nodded and Matthew joined her on the bed. “But only when we’re both ready to make that commitment.” He agreed, although for him as soon as possible was his definition of ready.

  Epilogue

  Seven Years Later

  “Why do I have to stay home?”

  Zara ruffled the head of her youngest son Ian. “Because daddy and your brother are out. That means I need you here to protect me.”

  The four year old ducked under her touch and slipped away. “Yeah right. They always think I’m too little to do things.” The little boy pushed away the blinds and peeked out the window.

  Zara shook her head. Poor little guy. Every time Matthew took their eldest son, seven-year-old Alex, out on the ranch to ride with him, Ian puffed and swelled at the injustice of being a middle child.

  “You’re going to stand there the entire time waiting for them to come home?”

  “Yes,” the little boy replied, churlish.

  Zara smiled as a shrill wail rang out. “Don’t you want to help me with your little sister instead? I bet daddy will be proud when I tell him what a big helper you were.

  At the mention of his father, the little boy moved away from the window and ran into the kitchen and back with an empty baby’s bottle in hand. “I want daddy to know I gave her the bottle.”

  Zara gave him a serious look and nodded. “Will do.”

  After the milk was readied, she handed it over to Ian, scooping up her four-month-old daughter from the baby swing. Zara held the baby cradled in her lap, while Ian held the bottle and fed his baby sister.

  The doorknob clicked and the little boy shoved the bottle into Zara’s hand, racing for the door. She, too, turned toward the door and her heartbeat quickened. Matthew.

  In their nearly seven years of marriage, not once had he broken his word of making her feel anything but loved and cherished.

  The door swung open and Ian launched himself at Matthew, who bent and lifted the child into his arm. Zara returned her attention to the baby, until she heard Matthew instruct the boys they had half an hour to watch their favorite cartoon. Within seconds the boys disappeared from the living room, arguing about which show to watch.

  “Don’t you think they’ll get suspicious one day?” Zara asked patting the baby on her back.

  Matthew grinned. “By that time they’ll know enough to make themselves scarce.”

  “And this is the loving father you mentioned some years ago?”

  He took the sleeping baby from her and placed her in the swing. Matthew’s gaze lowered from her face to her body and her insides melted. His hands reached up to cup her engorged breasts, and she groaned in pleasure pain.

  “They’re hurting.” Matthew whispered.

  Zara nodded, biting her lips when Matthew rolled her nipple through the shirt and wetness stained the fabric.

  “Why didn’t you…”

  Zara shook her head. “Ian was angry you guys left him, so I let him help me bottle feed Roxana.”

  Matthew groaned and stroked her hair. “Grab the baby monitor.”

  Zara reached across the table, following behind Matthew into the privacy of their bedroom. Oh God. Her fingers were already itching to peel the shirt from her body.

  Matthew moved in front of her, his gaze hard and his jaw clenched. Her cunt watered. “You need my help with something, Z?”

  Nodding, she knew he could see the wetness seeping through her bra, staining her shirt. Deftly, she popped open the buttons of her shirt one by one, chancing a glance at his eyes fastened to the movements of her hands releasing the bra.

  She moved away from him, sitting on the bed with her legs parted and her nipples hard and painful awaiting his touch.

  In one powerful stride Matthew was beside her, dipping his head to capture a wet nipple between his lips. Her legs shook and her belly tightened as Mathew suckled on her breasts. She wondered if he enjoyed it as much as she enjoyed suckling from his shaft each night. Impossible. And yet with each pregnancy, Matthew was always at her breast and no do
ubt he would be there for years to come.

  Neither of them could get enough of the other, and each night Matthew seemed intent on filling her with his hot seed while whispering words of love and promises of forever with her and only her. And each time she clung to him, accepting his offering, she repeated the words as well. Her hands fisted his hair when he drew harder on the distended nipple and Zara cried out in pleasure, her heart blossoming with profound love for her husband that with each passing day seemed to find a whole new way to fulfill her life. Matthew was hers. Her one and only; and despite what they’d been through, she was his.

  The End

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