This was why they were so well-matched. She answered his bold desires head on with no complaint.
“I made the beans,” he announced as though the Nobel Prize was up for grabs for the amazing feat. Then, for thigh-slapping hilarity, added, “Since you can’t cook worth shit, I figured maybe picking up a few pointers was a good idea so the family won’t starve.”
His Fuck Goddess stopped dead in her tracks, turned, crossed her arms and shot him the mother of all stink eyes.
Oh, this oughta’ be rich.
“Kiss my ass, husband.”
“Oh, that’s definitely going to happen,” he assured her with a hearty swat on her butt. “But the food’s hot and my kids are hungry, so get a move on Double M.”
She stomped off, got about ten yards in front of him and flipped up the back of her dress to reveal her magnificent ass in an outrageously skimpy thong that revealed the tattoo he planned to lick in a little while.
His hands went into his pockets and felt around. Yep. The nipple clamps she rather liked.
But first, dinner. Then, let the foreplay begin.
After dinner he upped his game after making a snap decision that nothing else would do on this amazing night but his complete devotion to his wife’s need. And since her greatest need was for him, Alex was more than happy to oblige.
The raunchy tack room fuck-fest he’d entertained in his mind gave way to a scenario ripped from the pages of the Romance 101 syllabus. This night called for something less heavy-handed and more emotional and there was nothing he liked more than being romantic with his dick.
Fast thinking was kind of his thing, so in the blink of an eye he knew exactly what he had to do. Leading her upstairs by his lips, he stayed ever so slightly out of reach, occasionally letting their mouths lightly caress but for the most part, drawing her toward the privacy of their bedroom with his breath.
There, he catered to her every whim, tantalizing her senses with an extended pampering that made him silently marvel at how affected he was while his wife purred her pleasure.
Stripped, worshipped by his hands and then dressed in a seductive little nightie, he’d moved step-by-step through her nightly beauty ritual while she relaxed. As he’d seen her do a thousand times, Alex lifted his hands palm up and held them near his face, inhaling deeply. The subtle scent of rose permeated his senses. The smell was pleasant, delicate and soft. Like Meghan.
He smoothed the sensuous-feeling oil into her skin and felt a familiar throb—part possession, part adoration—pulse in his core. This woman was more precious to him than he had the ability to explain. She pulled him from a lonely, dark place with nothing more than a beguiling smile and the power of her spirit.
And it wasn’t because of luck or just being a fortunate son-of-a-bitch. Both of them came into the world absent a thin sliver deep inside and they could easily have gone through life unaware of the missing piece.
But that thing people called fate, or destiny, wove their lives together more than once in silent encouragement. The first thread appeared all those years ago when he was barely alive and at the start of a long, desperate struggle to regain his health and whatever was salvageable of his humanity that the war hadn’t destroyed. Pen pals only, some part of him recognized, even back then, that she was special. Extraordinary.
And then the second thread—the one made of some magical unbreakable twine that refused to be discounted—that thread was the one they turned into an amazing quilt made of a love so deep it stretched through infinity and was speckled with stardust.
Until that day when she knocked on his door and effectively bowled him over, he’d viewed his existence in the starkest of black and white terms. Before the war and after the war. The drop dead sexy red head with the vivacious personality and husky laugh woke up his long dormant soul. Now his life fell into two neat, uncomplicated parts. Before Meghan and After Meghan.
Soon, their life together would enter a new phase. Once the twins came things would naturally change. It bothered his manly pride that she was the one shouldering the enormous challenge of bringing their children safely into the world. Didn’t seem fair to him that the burden fell solely on the woman.
Carmen was right about seeing things from outside the box. Meghan had months and months to go. It was up to him to ensure that she had everything she needed. Whatever she needed. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. He didn’t differentiate between needs. One was just as valid as the next.
Something as simple as a bit of lady pampering reduced his woman to a sighing state of complete relaxation. Inside his head, the beast did a primal dance to signify Alex’s fundamental pleasure for so handedly pulling off such a unique husbandly duty.
Through the open doors came a soft, warm breeze. Alex smiled when Meghan’s feet rubbed together and she whimpered a husky “Mm.”
Leaning over her, he brushed his lips on her cheek and murmured, “I do good?”
He felt her smile before he drew back and saw it. Pleased beyond measure that she kept her eyes closed, as he’d demanded, his smile turned to a wolfish grin when she answered in a seductive whisper, “You did very good.”
“Not disappointed we didn’t go check out the stable?”
Her tiny smile and quick headshake made him want to thump his chest.
He reached for a tub of cream, scooped out a glob of balm and swirled it in a circle on her chest without nearing her cleavage. As he smoothed the pleasantly thick cream side to side, he felt nothing but pleasure when she sighed deeply and her torso appeared to quiver with delight.
Meghan’s quiet contented sighs turned to purrs when he focused his attention on her neck. Fascinated by the sight his big, sturdy hand made on the pale skin of his wife’s lovely neck, he thought of all the times she’d clung to his wrist as he held her by the fragile column while they were seized by rapacious lust. And other times when his hands held her immobile so the animal side of his enormous sexuality could use his mouth to destroy her neck.
The temptation to bite her pounded inside him but he pushed the impulse aside. Between the kitchen and their bedroom, he promised himself romance before sex, and he meant it. This was about worshipping her. Anything else would need to wait for a different time.
The soft strains of a favorite song filled the room. Alex was instantly reminded of the first time he’d heard it—Meghan played the piano piece at the baby grand in the downstairs foyer. He’d been enthralled at the time by the way she played and the beautiful, haunting melody.
She told him that she was never sure whether it made her happy or sad. At times, the song made her spirit soar and other times, the tune evoked a sort of somberness that reached into her soul.
Losing himself in the melody, he continued massaging the satiny cream into her skin when he sensed a shift. Every fiber in his body and all the neurons in his brain switched to high alert. Arrows of unease shot up and down his spine. Focusing with all his might, he breathed her in and took apart every nuance that his senses picked up. What was she thinking? And why was she thinking?
Faint goosebumps spread across her skin. He thought her lip might have quivered too.
Searching for what it meant, he went completely still when she reached for his wrist at the exact same moment her eyes lifted open. Exposed and vulnerable, her expression hit him like an RPG straight to his gut.
Alex’s breath got stuck in his chest when a single tear leaked from one eye and slid down her cheek.
Without hesitation, he slid his arms beneath her and lifted—ignoring as best he could the hot lance of agony that pierced his injured side. His back would have to take it and he’d worry about the aftermath later.
As he brought her against his chest, she curled inward, her hands clutched between his skin and hers. She felt small and unusually fragile.
Laying her gently on the bed, he vaulted over her unmoving body and spooned her from behind. Pulling a velvety throw over them, he put an arm around her waist and held her close.
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bsp; Closing his eyes, he turned all his senses on her. She’d taught him well during their time together, helping to expand his understanding of energy and the role thoughts and emotions played. Willing his strength to her he surrounded them with protective light and waited silently for her to tell him what she needed.
They stayed curled against each other, in total silence, for a long time. At one point when he’d been gently stroking her hair, it struck him that she’d been unusually moody and emotional lately. He wondered if it was scary, what she faced, and if he was ready to face her fears since his were enough to keep him up at night. Doubly so now that the bigger picture included twins.
She moved in his arms and he felt another shift. But this one had all the familiar hallmarks of a hormonal swing overladen with his wife’s nearly insatiable wants.
Looked to him like his promise to keep a loving gesture from turning into a prelude to sex was about to blow up in his face.
The warmth where their bodies touched turned hotter, especially where her ass pressed into his groin. She wiggled the delectably curvy peach in a deliberately naughty way and made it very clear what she wanted.
Dilemma. He wanted to pick apart her thoughts and understand what caused the tears and vulnerability. How else could he be the man she needed him to be if he didn’t know what was going on?
In the end nothing mattered except this moment. She needed something different and he loved her enough to let everything else fade away.
Separating from her he sat up and drew the blanket aside. She lay flat on her back and looked at him.
They didn’t speak. Words weren’t necessary. They were communicating on a deeper level.
Untying a ribbon bow holding the two sides of her short nightie closed, he parted the sheer silk and gazed upon her naked beauty. Meghan’s voluptuous curves had the power to empty his brain. Unable to resist, he stroked his finger in the valley between her magnificent breasts and unconsciously licked his lips when her nipples puckered. Raising her arms above her head, she moved in a sexy full body undulation. He answered the silent plea by gently fondling her exposed breasts, absorbing her sighs and moans and noting how sensitive she was to his touch.
Mesmerized by his sexy wife’s appealing femininity, he got blown over by a whirlwind of lust when she groaned and writhed as he thumbed her turgid nipples. Gripping one delectable mound in his large hand, he lifted the hard nub toward his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue until her tortured cries led him to ease her need by sucking the perfect little thing into his mouth.
Turning the same attention to the other breast, Alex took his time building her excitement. She wasn’t asking for a quick fuck. With lovemaking her into a sated coma as his goal, he unleashed the beast’s softer, more romantic side and took them on an erotic journey that bore testament to their love.
As she lay on her back, he kissed and licked every inch of exposed flesh, paying extra attention to the insides of her thighs. She was quivering and breathing heavily when he finally hooked his fingers into her sheer panties and pulled them off her body. The scent of her arousal was so thick in the air that he could taste it.
His mouth watered and the heaviness weighing down his cock was indication of how aroused he was. He could take her as she was right this second without any doubt of her pleasure being fully answered, but he wasn’t near being finished or satisfied. His wife’s body was a pleasure worth savoring.
Taking the time to artfully arrange her like a feast being laid out, Alex spread her beautiful hair out, fanning her curls across the bed. Her hands he gathered in his and lifted them high above her head, pressing on them in silent command.
He spread her thighs and moved between them, sitting back on his feet as he devoured her seductive beauty with hungry eyes. Touching her briefly, he traced a finger through her dampened tuft of curls and forgot to blink when the lips of her pussy parted and the heart of her was totally exposed to his gaze.
The visual and her sexy scent took control over his balls and brain. Needing to taste her or go mad from the wanting, he put his hands on her knees to hold her in place and lowered to her delicious pussy.
At first it was enough to lick her slit and tease the lips spread open for his tongue. Meghan was a rare delicacy. He loved the way she tasted. But as her need grew and she began to writhe in his grip, he sought to satisfy the desire he tasted in her body’s response.
Using fingers that shook, he spread her open and doubled down, spearing her pussy’s opening with his tongue, licking the flood of nectar flowing from her core and sucking on her clit.
She came in a heady rush, drenching his face and her thighs with creamy come. He lapped it up trying to assuage the building hunger clawing its way out of him.
Firmly refusing to surrender to the lust thundering through his body, he continued eating her until he felt her sweet, sweet pussy respond again.
Her hips rocked and rolled. She dug her heels into the mattress and spread wider.
Her passion was so fucking sexy and hot. Knowing he was the cause of her response filled Alex with deep satisfaction.
Kissing his way slowly from her open pussy to her desperate mouth was a joyful journey. His wife’s skin had a velvety softness that drove his senses wild. When their lips touched she opened to him with a greedy hunger that telegraphed a particularly carnal signal directly to his dick.
Showing him with her lips and tongue what she needed, he grunted his encouragement as she sweetly fucked his mouth.
As they kissed he massaged her tits with increasing fervor, plucking at the nipples he lovingly suckled earlier and pinching until she groaned. The husky, passionate sounds she made while writhing lustfully filled his senses.
Her hips rolled over and over. He got into position, widening his knees until his cock found a perfect angle. Now it was his tongue thrusting down her throat, one hand aggressively fondling a tit and one hand under her ass, lifting.
She sucked greedily on his tongue, her hips shifting desperately. The fat head of his enflamed cock hovered at her opening. When she whimpered and started to shake he claimed her glorious pussy with one torturously slow stroke that sank deep and made them both grunt with passion.
He set a deliberately slow, sensuous pace that he knew would test her patience. It didn’t exactly suck that he was married to a woman whose insatiable craving for his thundering possession tested his resolve to go slow and draw things out. But he knew how to push both of them to their limits and went for it.
They kissed. He bit her neck and licked her ear. At times he rose up above her, holding himself on arms with thick straining muscles and watched his body making love to hers. He enjoyed seeing his big cock sink into her gushing pussy and groaned at the suggestive sounds their bodies made.
She stared up at him when the steady pace ended and he slammed with tremendous force in a series of slow, measured strokes that made her cream with arousal.
He slowed things down again and lay on top of her writhing body, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. That was when her arms finally moved. Moaning and trembling she crossed her ankles on his back, angled her pussy for maximum penetration, and wrapped her arms around his neck, spearing her fingers into his hair.
Fucking her slowly, he ground his cock deep, pulled out and sank in over and over. Desperate kisses turned to one long, wet, deep claiming of lips and tongues. Their husky whimpers and moans became half grunts and throaty growls as he claimed her body and joined with her soul.
The instant he sensed her body hurtling toward a climax, he poured all the lust and passion that he could into loving her so completely she’d hear angels sing when she came.
He liked the suggestive sounds that resulted from their coupling. She was wet and begging for orgasm. He was hard, full and eager to empty inside her.
“Unf, unf, unf,” he grunted into her mouth as his hips powered against hers. She started to tighten. The sensation was so pleasurable he lost hold of his restraint and started t
hundering for home.
The fingers in his hair became desperate and her thighs squeezed tight. He stroked over and over, finally breaking the kiss when a desperate need for air so he could finish her off grabbed hold.
Sucking in lungfuls of oxygen, he love-fucked her with enthusiasm. A moan started low in her chest, rumbling louder until it broke from her throat. She jerked, her hips vibrated and shook, and a river of hot come drenched his cock and leaked from her body.
Meghan’s hoarse cry as she came wrapped around his heart and got his hips pumping with mad fury. She kept on coming from a fiercely strong orgasm that blew his mind.
His control snapped. Grunting as he sank deep, Alex took her hips in a fierce grip and held her still. His cock swelled. He felt it pulse wildly against the hot walls of her pussy before the jerking spasms overtook his senses. Pouring his love into her, he came with an intensity that stunned him.
The pleasure waves went on and on, sucking him under as he bathed her magnificent pussy with his essence.
Their connection and the way it felt to have her like this—to make love to her with such sublime pleasure that his spirit soared, well…nothing could possibly be as perfect or unforgettable.
Some time later after cleaning her up and getting them settled in the big bed, with his beloved safe and sated in his arms, Alex fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of the future and the family they were making.
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Meghan wasn’t sure if it was possible to feel such bliss and still survive. Alex making toe-curling love to her with so much devotion and love that her emotions became overwhelmed had left her feeling dazed.
Had she been disappointed he hadn’t carried through on his suggestion for visiting the stable? Not for long. Her masterful alpha had a unique way of seizing the moment and making their life together a thrill ride.
She curled on her side, tucked her hands beneath her cheek and studied his sleeping form.
Don Alexander Valleja-Marquez.
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