Chapter 25
Songs:
"To Be Alone," Hozier
"Dangerous Woman," Ariana Grande
**IMPORTANT** Please read A/N below for posting schedule change.
There's no rest for the weary, and no sooner do we return to Los Angeles than we're back to work. The week leading up to New Year's isn't very busy work wise, thank god, but I'm both mentally and physically wrung out. I still don't feel like myself. But along with having down time between clients, there's another perk to the slower pace; Bella is officially taking her first client today, with Maggie dutifully looking over her shoulder.
Having fewer customers means I get to chill out with my other girl while Bella's with her client and I wait for walk-ins. Despite the major disruption our trip to Washington caused to her routine, Zoe is coping pretty well. She's been a little clingy, wanting to be held more, but I'm not complaining.
I'm at the front, sitting back on the leather sofa in the reception area with Zoe on my lap. Her head is at my knees and her feet kick sporadically at my stomach. Her dark eyes bounce all over the place as she takes in the brightly colored posters and prints on the walls.
Liam looks up from the appointment book and leans over, his elbows resting against the counter. "Do you guys have plans for New Year's Eve?"
"Unless Bella changed her mind, I don't think so. Why?"
He shrugs. "Didn't know if you two wanted to go out and needed a sitter."
I look his way and raise a brow. "You're offering to take Zoe for the night?"
"Why not?"
"You're ready to deal with bottles of breast milk and diaper duty?"
He shifts in his spot, noticeably uncomfortable, but he doubles down, jutting out his chin. "How hard can it be?"
As if on cue, Zoe lifts her knees, curling up to let one rip. The sounds that come out of her as she fills her diaper are enough to make Liam physically recoil. His face screws up in disgust, and I bust out laughing.
"You should see your face." I laugh so loud it startles the baby, and she starts crying. "Aww, sorry, Zoe girl." I bounce my knees just a little and, eventually, she calms. I look over at my boss, an amused smile still on my face. "Thanks, but I think we were just gonna chill at home."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. We're all still worn out from the trip to Seattle. A quiet night at home actually sounds like heaven to us right now."
"You sound like you're fifty-three, not twenty-three, kid."
"We also haven't really had any time alone for ... a while."
He raises a brow in question.
"Everybody else is going out for the night, so we'll have the house to ourselves for a change."
My mind drifts to what's been happening and what's not been happening between us since we got home.
After Bella's Christmas morning "present", she's gotten a little more brave. We still haven't actually had sex, but it's not for lack of trying ... or want, for that matter. We've just had shitty timing. Every time I think we're heading that way, either Zoe needs something or the house is too busy for Bella to truly relax.
Having an empty house and the freedom to take our time can only work in our favor. And if I'm being honest with myself, if we get that far and she freaks out, I don't need our roommates banging on our door to ask what's wrong.
Liam tapping his knuckles on the glass counter knocks me out of my errant thoughts. "Well, in that case, enjoy the quiet. Just let us know if you change your mind."
By the time I'm done getting Zoe cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes—blowouts are no joke—Bella's back at the front desk, ringing up the client she just pierced.
"Thanks," she says with a smile, handing the guy his change and receipt. "Have a happy new year and come back to see us."
I catch him looking her up and down and I bristle. He licks his lips. "Oh, I will." He slides a bill across the counter. "And this is for you."
Her brows shoot up, her cheeks blazing red. She looks between the guy and the bill on the counter a few times. "Oh, wow. Thanks."
"You're welcome." He yanks a pen out of the jar next to the register and pulls a crumpled receipt out of his pocket, flipping it face down. Hunching over, he scribbles on the slip of paper before sliding it across the glass. "Give me a call sometime."
Unable to watch this shit any longer, I make my presence known. "There's Mommy," I say loud enough for the prick to hear. I walk up beside Bella and hand Zoe to her. "I think she might be ready to eat."
Bella doesn't give the guy another look—her eyes are only for Zoe—and he gets the hint, mumbling a goodbye and ducking out the door.
"How is Mommy's girl?" she asks, holding her up and a little away from her. The smile and coo it elicits from Zoe are enough to melt all my frustration from the minor encounter with the client. It's a sight and sound that never gets old.
"So, what did you do on that guy?"
Bella's eyes flash to mine before settling back on Zoe. "Isn't it a little unethical to tell you?"
I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her ear. "I just want to know what my wife was working on."
As expected, her whole body relaxes at me calling her my wife. It happens almost every time I say it these days.
She turns in my arms, Zoe now between us. "If you must know, he had his nipples pierced."
I purse my lips and give her the slightest frown.
She juts her chin. "Aren't you the one who once told me skin is skin?"
I huff a breath. "Well, yeah, but that was before it was you and said skin."
She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses me. "Chill, Edward. Jealousy doesn't suit you."
"I'm not—"
Twirling out of my arms, she looks over her shoulder at me as she walks away. "You are." When she reaches the hallway to the break room, she stops and turns to face me. "And besides, now you know how I feel."
An amused Maggie walks past me toward the front desk.
"What?" I ask, frustrated all of a sudden.
She waves me off as she grabs a magazine to look through and hops up on the stool behind the counter. "Oh, don't mind me."
I raise my arms in exasperation. "Why do I feel like the bad guy here?"
Maggie catches my eye. "She's right, you know?"
I walk over and flop my ass back down on the sofa. "About what?"
"You're jealous."
Like a petulant teenager, I scowl in her direction.
She chuckles. "Don't give me that look. She's stood by for months while you took clients into the private room alone because they had to practically strip for whatever piece you were working on."
"I'm always professional, Maggie. I—"
"Are you saying she can't be professional?" She cocks her head, and when I don't have a reply, she continues. "That's what I thought." Hopping off the stool, she comes around the counter and sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. "For months, she waddled around here while you worked on all kinds of pretty people."
My whole body tenses, gearing up to defend myself. "I never—"
"It doesn't matter. She had every reason to be jealous, but she wasn't. She confided in me several times that she didn't know why you were with her, but she did her best not to let her insecurities get in between you two."
I absentmindedly chew on my lip, my tongue flicking at the steel there as I contemplate what she's telling me. "She never said anything to me."
Maggie lifts her head off my shoulder and meets my eyes. "Because she trusts you, Masen. And now it's your turn to trust her."
"I do trust her."
"Then don't make her feel bad for wanting to learn a skill that will help her be independent."
I think over what she's saying, and as much as I'd like to say I want to be the one to take care of Bella and Zoe, I know Maggie is right. Bella needs to know she can support herself, that her future and Zoe's aren't dependent upon someone else.
She pats my thigh before standing. "Okay, I want some new ink, and since Liam is busy and you have no appointments scheduled, you're my guy today."
Zoe is in my arms, her back against my chest and her little legs kicking at the air as she watches her mother. Bella, meanwhile, scans the refrigerator.
"I picked up some snack stuff for tonight. A fruit tray and a cheese tray, too." She looks over her shoulder. "I figured we could have like appetizers for dinner. Like our own private party. Is that dumb? That's dumb, isn't it?"
Her uncertainty is kind of fucking adorable, and I lean toward her, kissing her lips. "It's not dumb at all."
She exhales in a quick burst and turns back to open the freezer this time. "Okay, we've got mozzarella sticks and ..." Bella bends over to look deeper into the freezer, and her shorts ride up her ass, exposing the barest of cheeks.
I'm so focused on the view that I completely miss her question. "What?"
She turns and crosses her arms, a smirk on her face. "I asked if you wanted pizza rolls or pizza bagels."
I chuckle, shaking my head at being caught. "Whatever you want, babe."
I sit at one of the barstools, watching her buzz around the kitchen. The rest of the house is in their respective rooms, getting ready for tonight. Their Ubers are scheduled to be here in twenty minutes or so, meaning their departure is imminent.
We'll finally be alone.
Laid-back Jasper is first to emerge. Wearing dress pants, a button-down, suspenders, and his signature fedora, he's dressed for a night on the town.
I whistle when he steps into the kitchen. "You look like you're goin' somewhere important. Where is Alice dragging you to tonight?"
He reaches into the fridge for a bottle of water. "The Mint. One of her clients knows a guy who knows a guy and got us on the list to get in."
"Who's playing tonight?"
He goes on to tell us about the bands who are scheduled to take the stage as, one by one, everyone files into the kitchen. Peter, Charlotte, Emmett, and Rosalie are all going to a party being hosted by Peter's law firm, so when the first, larger Uber arrives, they all leave together.
Finally, Alice emerges, kisses Bella and Zoe on the cheek, waves to me, and she and Jasper hop into the second car to arrive.
And then we're alone. Well, almost.
"She's going to want to nurse again," Bella says over her shoulder as she pulls the final tray of goodies out of the oven. She yanks off her oven mitts and reaches for Zoe. "How about I take her and get her ready for bed and you can put the rest of this together?"
I look toward the trays on the counter and raise a brow. "You trust me not to mess it up?"
"It's just us. It doesn't need to be fancy." She pops up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek, a smile on her face. "You could dump it all in a bowl and I wouldn't care. I just want to spend the evening with my man."
As she disappears down the hallway, I'm faced with the task of making our evening special. If all goes as planned, I'm hoping it'll be memorable for other reasons, but she deserves for me to put forth at least a little effort.
I'm quick to grab the giant slate tray Alice uses for her sharkoochie board, or whatever the fuck she calls it, and cover it with smaller plates like I've seen her do a few times. Grabbing handfuls of all the stuff Bella made, I spread it around and hope it looks presentable. I grab a few clusters of grapes from the fruit tray, laying them here and there in an effort to fancy it up. I stand back and assess my handiwork.
Looks good to me.
I leave the tray on the counter and head outside to the dimly lit patio. I light the patio heaters and propane fire pit before fiddling with the sound system. It takes me a few minutes to connect my phone to it, but before long, music plays softly through the speakers. Looking around at the fire pit, the blue glow of the underwater pool lights, it's exactly the kind of mood I want to set for tonight.
Calm and relaxed.
I head back inside and grab the bottle of sparkling cider from the fridge and the wine glasses, snagging a blanket from the family room before I step outside. It's cool tonight, but the torches are doing a good job of chasing off the chill. Once the cider is shoved into the ice bucket, I run back inside to grab the tray. When I'm satisfied everything is where it needs to be, I settle into the overstuffed chaise.
A few songs play before Bella steps outside, changed into soft pants and carrying the baby monitor in her hand. "She actually went down without too much of a fuss."
I open my arms to her and she climbs onto the chair, settling between my spread legs, her back to my chest. I kiss her neck. "That's good. You think she'll sleep for long?"
She sighs as she tilts her head to the side, allowing me better access. "It's anyone's guess. It's late enough she— Oh." My tongue peeking out to taste the skin under her jaw makes her words die off.
"You hungry?" I murmur, my nose skimming along the skin of her shoulder.
She inhales a slow, deep breath and blows it out. "I am, actually." She shakes her head, probably attempting to shake off the fog, and leans away from me just a little. "So, maybe we slow it down some."
I raise a brow but don't comment.
She peers over her shoulder at me and a smile lights her eyes. "That's what I thought." She turns her attention to the spread on the table. "Oh, this looks great!"
She's not shy and starts grabbing things off the tray, tasting and sharing bites of this and that. It's surprisingly a little erotic, my tongue lingering on her fingers just a little too long when she offers me something, the way she licks her lips after every bite she takes. The sweatpants I'm wearing don't do much to hide the effect it's having on me, and I have to adjust myself more than once. When I pick up a strawberry and hold it to her mouth, the way she wraps her plump lips around it is nearly my undoing.
I clear my throat. "How about something to drink?"
"Sounds good."
The caged cork pops off, making just a little bit of a bubbly mess, but it makes Bella giggle, and I decide it's the best fucking sound in the world next to Zoe's giggles.
I pour us each a glass and hand her one, holding mine up. "To a new year?"
Bella eyes are locked onto mine as she nods. "To a new year and new possibilities."
We sip on the cider and continue to feed each other, and it's fucking blissful. There's no one around, no interruptions. Even Zoe is sleeping soundly in our room, the sound of her sighs and rustling blankets coming through the super sensitive monitor.
When a song she loves begins to play over the speakers, she crawls off my lap and grabs my hands. "Come on. Dance with me."
"But I don't dance."
She tugs a little, pulling me to my feet. Her hands move up my arms until they're on my shoulders, her fingertips dancing on my neck, and she grins. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you can dance to this one."
My hands fall to her hips as we start to sway back and forth. "Yeah, maybe."
As we dance, we talk about what's next for us, where we see ourselves at this time next year ... in five years. And the more we talk, the more we realize we're on the same page.
"As much as I love being here, I'd love to be able to get our own place eventually," she says, her head on my chest.
I kiss the top of her head and smile. "I was thinking the same thing."
She looks up then. "Really? I thought you might feel differently about leaving."
"I mean, we're not ready now, but maybe in a year or two. We should both be making more money." I brush her hair back from her face. "And it would be nice to just be the three of us."
She kisses the underside of my jaw, whispering. "It is nice to have some time alone, isn't it?"
I run my fingers through her hair before cradling her cheek in my palm. Bringing my lips to hers, I murmur, "It really is."
The kiss we share is soft, languid, our lips and tongues tangled but not frenzied. Her hand slides down my chest, slowly and torturously, until it reaches the hem of my t-shirt. The tickle of her fingertips below my navel sends a jolt through my body, putting everything on alert. The heat of her touch is scorching, and it takes every shred of self-control I have left not to toss her on the chaise and peel her clothes off.
I have to remind myself she's leading the show.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" I ask as my kisses trail down her neck. She doesn't reply; I don't expect her to. But in the glow cast by the firelight, she's ... breathtaking. There's no other word to describe it. And I don't hesitate to tell her. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Her lips brush my ear as she speaks. "How about a swim?"
It takes a second for my lust-addled mind to catch up with what she's saying. I blink away the confusion and clear my throat. "Yeah? We can go in and get our suits and—"
She shakes her head, her gaze on where her fingers still idly play under my shirt. "There's no one here, so I thought ..." She looks up then, her cheeks ruddy even in the dim light. "No suits tonight."
I'm struck dumb as she pulls away and lifts her shirt over her head, leaving her in her lacy nursing bra and—when she wiggles out of her yoga pants—matching bikini underwear. It's nothing sexy, per se, but it's pretty. The light of the patio torches dances on her skin, and as she steps backward, toward the pool, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, I take a quick step toward her. It's so quick I practically trip over my own two feet.
But she merely takes another step back and giggles. "Are you in a hurry?"
"My wife's taking her clothes off. What do you think?"
Before she can object, I take another step and reach for her, and she's just close enough to pull into my arms. "Hi," I say, the corner of my mouth turned up.
"Hi." Her palms splay out over my chest, running up and resting on my shoulders, her barely covered breasts pressed between us. "I thought we were swimming?"
"We'll get there," I whisper, but this time, the words I feel like I've been repeating for months hold a different meaning. I lean down and capture her lips with mine.
She tightens her grip on me and, in return, mine tightens around her. The blazing patio torches have nothing on the heat we're generating. Just when I feel like I might combust, Bella abruptly pulls away, dropping her bra to the ground and slipping her panties down over her hips and down her legs before hurrying toward the pool steps. She makes a not-quite-dive into the surface of the water, completely disappearing from view, only to surface in the deep end a few moments later.
When she pops up, she gasps a breath as she wipes the water from her eyes, a giant smile on her face. "Are you just gonna stand there?"
"Just remember you asked for it." I reach a hand to the back of my shirt and yank it over my head, dropping it to the pavers as I run around to the other side of the pool.
She's treading water a few feet from the edge when I reach it. The shape of her body under the water isn't clear, but her breasts damn near float on the surface, her darkened nipples right fucking there. I lick my lips. We lock eyes as I loosen the drawstring in my sweatpants, pushing them down over my hips, our eyes locked the entire time. And even as I step out of them, her gaze only briefly travels over my body before returning to mine.
I take a step toward the pool's edge, and she starts to swim away. It's my turn to make a dramatic entrance, so I take a few steps back to get a running start and decide to go full-on cannonball. Thanks to the heater, it's warm, but it's still a shock to my system. When I pop up out of the water, she's squealing and trying to swim away from me. But my limbs are longer, and it only takes me a moment to catch her around her waist.
"Gotcha."
Laughter bubbles out of her as she feigns a struggle, but it doesn't take much to convince her to give up the fight. When my lips land on her neck and my chest presses against her back, her entire body relaxes against mine.
And just like anything else we've done, our bodies seem to move together. Our legs are in nearly perfect sync as I pull her closer, my hands resting right at her full hips. She reaches up, her fingers weaving into my hair, and we just float there for a few minutes. I test the waters and reach around her, my palm pressing to her belly.
"Is this okay?" I ask, my voice gruff to even my ears.
She nods, a breathy, "Yeah," escaping her lips.
I continue to pay attention to the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder while my free hand glides up, cupping her heavy, yet weightless, breast in my hand. The nipple hardens as I rub circles around it with my thumb, and I can see her pulse thrumming under the delicate skin at her throat.
She presses her head to my shoulder, her eyes closed and her lips parted. It only encourages me to keep going. The way her body responds, the way she whimpers and pushes her ass back against my straining cock, I know what she wants ... what she needs.
"Bella, do you want to go in the house?"
Her head shakes back and forth, and for a brief moment I truly believe I might die of blue balls.
But just when I'm trying to will my dick into submission, she floats out of my arms, only to return, but this time facing me. Her arms go over my shoulders, her fingers lazily brushing against my nape, and she gets as close as she can.
"Here," she whispers against my lips.
When she pulls up and wraps her legs around my waist, there's no need to clarify anything.
My heart thunders in my chest. My mouth goes dry.
We're doing this.
Here.
Now.
One hand glides up her back and into her hair, angling her head and covering her mouth with mine. My other hand cradles her ass as she grinds her bare pussy against me. Our kiss isn't all teeth and tongues, but it's intense. The want I have for this woman pours out of me, vibrating inside me like a separate entity, and the way she's clinging to me, gripping the back of my neck as we kiss, there's no doubt she feels the same.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" I ask, my mouth still hovering over hers.
She nods and goes in to kiss me again, but I pull back, bringing a hand to her face and brushing a thumb over her cheek.
"I mean it, Bella. If anything ..." I press my forehead to hers. "I love you so much, and it would kill me if this wasn't what you really wanted."
"Make love to me," she says so softly it's nearly drowned out by the music still playing.
I nod and bring her closer, slowing my pace and taking a few deep, calming breaths. It feels like we've been waiting for this moment for so long, but now that it's finally here, I want to slow it down ... make it last a little longer.
I slowly wade us into more shallow water until my feet are firmly planted. With her head still cradled in my hand, I stretch out my arm, laying her back. Her arms float at her sides as she glides over the surface of the water, her eyes closed, her nipples pointed at the night sky. My free hand reaches for her lips, tracing back and forth over the lower one, down over her chin, her throat, her sternum. I stop to trace a line over each of her breasts.
I don't bother asking if it feels good, her ears are just under the surface of the water, so my voice would only be distorted, but the goose flesh rising in the wake of my touch, the soft sighs she's making, tell me she likes what I'm doing. My hand completely disappears under the water, and my fingertips glide over the softness of her belly and lower, finally brushing over her clit. Her soft sighs and whimpers grow louder as I circle the sensitive nub.
We sort of float there like that, weightless, exploring for a while. I can feel what little tension she was carrying melt away. With that bit of encouragement,
Slowly, she reaches for me, her hands gliding up my forearms, my biceps as she rights herself. Her arms once again go around my neck, and she presses her mouth to mine. But this time, she hooks her feet around my thighs, pulling me closer, until my cock is nestled right where I want it to be.
Instinct takes over, and I flex my hips ever so slightly, eliciting a breathy sigh from her. And when the ball of my piercing on the underside of my dick rubs against her clit, those sighs turn to a moan.
"You like that, baby?"
"So much," she breathes, her head tossed back.
With every rock of my hips, I get more worked up. My pulse thunders in my ears and electricity crackles across my skin. The feel of her body pressed against mine makes me want to angle my hips and bury myself inside her. But I need to slow my ass down, so I take deep, even breaths, waiting for her cues.
Several deep breaths pass before I first realize something is ... different. Well, unexpected. It's well known that a pool isn't exactly the best place to fuck. In order for things to go smoothly, lubrication is key. And you'd think water means wet, but it's the wrong kind of wet for what we're about to do. So, when I realize everything is a lot more slippery than it really should be, I'm a little confused, and my confusion tumbles out of my mouth.
"How are you so wet?"
She ducks her face into my neck and holds on tighter, mumbling, "I used some stuff before I came out here."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah, waterproof ... stuff."
If she prepped with some waterproof lube, that means she was planning this all along. I don't think I could wipe the grin off my face if I tried. "Oh, baby, you're gonna be one dangerous woman, aren't you?"
She pulls her face from my neck, still a little bashful but meeting my eyes—guarded confidence shining in hers. "I'm your dangerous woman."
Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine. "Damn right you are."
As my tongue moves with hers, I grab her hip and grind up against her, her arms still tight around my neck. When I hit her at just the right angle, she gasps. The feel of my piercing rubbing against her combined with seeing what I'm doing to her, I'm afraid I'm going to shoot my load before I ever get inside of her. But my worries are all for nothing, because she's as ready as I am.
She nuzzles my neck, kissing me there and whispering into my ear. "Now, Edward." I push against her again, and she groans. "Right now."
"Yeah?" I ask, a little breathless as my heart tries to pound its way out of my chest.
She nods, tightening her hold on me. "I want you inside me."
With my forearm along her spine and my fingers in her hair, I use the other hand to grab my cock, rubbing it through the slickness of her pussy. When it's right there, I pause until she looks at me.
"I love you, Bella," I whisper, my lips touching hers as I slowly push into her. There are no barriers, no latex separating us—she got a shot at her six-week check-up—so there's nothing to dull the sensation.
The warmth of the water has nothing on the heat that envelops me, and the sensation is a sharp contrast to the bite of the cool night air swirling around us. My body trembles, not only from the feel of her being wrapped around me, but also with the restraint of trying to hold back, from trying to resist the urge to thrust into her.
"You good?" I ask, my voice shaking along with the rest of me as I slowly ease my way into her.
She nods furiously, her eyes closed, her tongue peeking out to lick at her lower lip. "So good."
Weightless and wound together, we're suspended in the water as I push. My breaths come faster the deeper I sink into her, until finally, I'm completely inside her.
The feeling is almost indescribable. It's the first time I've been inside a woman since I got the appa almost a year ago, and as much as the past several months of waiting have sometimes felt like torture, I can say they were so fucking worth the wait.
With a slow pull, the steel in the head of my cock tugs just enough to send a shockwave up my spine. And apparently, it feels good to Bella, too, because when I slowly push and pull again, the keening cry that escapes her lips is almost enough to send me over the edge.
Neither of us speaks, only soft whimpers and muffled groans can be heard as we move, the water rippling and splashing against us. When my lips aren't on hers, they're on her neck or wrapped around one of her nipples. I don't suck too hard, but they're still sweeter than I expect. I try not to think about why that is.
I grip her shoulders as we move, carefully pulling her down against me in time with my thrusts. Her fingers tighten and tug at my hair as we move together. Even at the slow pace we're moving, I already feel like I'm going to explode. But she needs more.
With mindful steps, I walk us backward, my lazy thrusts into her never stopping, even as I lower us into shallower water. When we reach the steps, I settle on one, leaving my shoulders barely peeking above the surface of the water. My hands fall to her hips, and I peer up at her as she hovers over me. Closer to the fire pit, the glow of the flames lights her face and I swear I've never seen her look more beautiful.
And she's mine.
With one hand at her hip and the other woven into her hair at her nape, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Slowly, she begins to move, and as she does, my kisses trail down her neck, my lips and tongue trying to taste every inch of her damp skin.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I rasp, my lips a breath from hers. "Do you like that?"
She doesn't answer, but I don't expect her to. I lift my hips, plunging into her a little more forcefully each time she comes down, my grip on her tightening. One hand cradles her head as she leans back, and the other snakes between us, once again finding her clit. I wrap my lips around a nipple and rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.
And it's exactly what she needs.
In all the times I've watched her come, it's never been like this. Her eyes squeeze tightly closed and her breathing picks up. Her breathy moans get deeper and more desperate sounding as her nails dig painfully into my skin, until finally, she shatters, my name cried into the darkness overhead.
Her pussy tightens around me, pulsing in ways I've never felt before. I want to sit here and watch her, but it's too much. I fight the urge to close my eyes—I really do—but the pleasure coursing through my body is too overwhelming, and I go careening over the edge with her. White, blinding light explodes behind my closed lids as heat burns through my veins and a groan claws its way out of my throat. My balls tighten and my cock pulses in time with her body, and it feels like the waves crashing inside me will never recede.
But eventually, they do.
Blood rushes in my ears as tremors continue to wrack my body, my hold on my wife never loosening. My mouth is dry and my whole body feels like a live wire as my heart pounds. For a split second I think I might go into cardiac arrest. We're a mess of tangled limbs, and I'm unsure where my body ends and hers begins.
But when she shifts in my arms, the orgasmic haze starts to clear, and my eyes blink open. When I look up and see Bella's shining gaze and contented smile, the weight of what just happened finally settles over me.
"That was ..."
I cup her cheek in my palm and kiss her. "Yeah, it was," I murmur against her lips.
"Thank you," she replies, sitting back a little, my cock slipping out of her.
Bereft of the warmth of her body, I wrap my arms around her, bringing her to my chest. "What are you thanking me for?"
She runs her fingers through my hair as her gaze travels my face, until it finally meets mine. "For being so patient with me. For waiting." She presses her forehead to mine and closes her eyes. "For loving me."
"I do," I whisper. "I love you so much."
Wrapped in each other's arms, we float across the pool, back to deeper water. Our lazy kisses and soft touches make her smile, and nothing could drag me out of her arms right now.
When the first streak of light explodes overhead, Bella looks up, her eyes full of wonder. "Oh!"
I look up as the next burst lights up the sky. "Must be midnight."
With her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist, she kisses me softly, whispering, "Happy new year."
"Happy New Year, baby."
A/N: EEP! I can't tell you how nervous I am about posting this chapter. Lol. There was a lot of build up, and I hope it met some of your expectations. Was it worth the wait? Do you think things look different for them in the morning? Anxiously waiting to hear what you think.
**POSTING SCHEDULE CHANGE** For the foreseeable future, I'll be updating every two weeks. I'm down to four chapters in the bank, and I know I'm going to catch myself at this rate. I'd rather be consistent with biweekly updates than leave you hanging down the road. Things have just been too unpredictable for me to keep up with once a week. Thanks for understanding!
The best way to stay up to date with what I'm up to is to check out my FB group, Sunshine Fics. I share exclusive teasers and teaser pics for this story and others. I'm most active on FB, but I'm also on Twitter at CSunshine1220.
Be kind.
Stay safe.
Stay well.
Lots of love,
~Sunshine
