Page 117 of Marriage (Red, White &) Blues

“Bringing you home.”

“You found—” I started, but he shook his head cutting that idea right off.

“It’s taking too long. I can’t stay away from you. It’s done, babe. Maisie and Dee miss you. The house isn’t the same without you.”

My heart melted. Positively melted. And in the next breath, Blake put a knee to the bed, laying me back and—okay, so we’d established there were different levels of kisses. Regular kisses. Romance novel kisses. Erotic romance kisses. Erotica kisses. And straight-up porn.

All I could say was that Blake skipped right over any of the romance level kisses to porn kiss me in a way that I’d never experienced before. I couldn’t even describe it, aside from saying it was hard and punishing and turned me on—like a light switch. He smelled like sweat and cologne. The smell drove me wild or wilder.

“You my good girl, Glory?”

Slowly, I agreed with a head nod.

“Good. I want you to suck me off.”

My mouth went dry. That tone. Kind but commanding.

“Glory?” he prompted and I licked my lips. “On your knees.”

I scrambled onto my knees. His words shot a trail of heat down to rest in my belly. Then he moved to stand in front of me. His knees hit the side of the mattress. I unbutton his jeans, ripping the zipper open. No boxer briefs. I pushed the jeans down around his hips allowing his erection to spring free. It slapped me on my chin.

“Now, Glory,” he ordered. My husband. The man who changed my life wanted my mouth. Who was I to deny him any longer. I gripped him at the base to get a good hold. He was so big that I usually had trouble getting my mouth around it. Don’t laugh, but I sniffed it first. His cock smelled of body heat and arousal. A heady combination, indeed. Then I darted my tongue out to lick the tip. It tasted salty with a hint of sweet. I looked upat him and he snickered. “I snacked on pineapple the whole way here.”

Pineapple? God, I loved this man. I darted my tongue out again, tightening my grip and rimming the head. Blake hissed and I opened my mouth wide to take more of him in. He stared down at me, watching my every move. Then I shoved my hands inside his jeans, running my fingernails up the soft hair on the backs of his thighs to cup his ass. He clenched, shivering, shoving his cock to the back of my throat and I gag. He tried to pull out but I kept him right where he was, collapsing my cheeks I sucked so hard, bobbing my head. He thrust forward to meet me, but as I drew back, he gripped the back of my hair, keeping me exactly wherehewantedmeand this turned from a blowjob to him—well, there was no delicate way to say this, he fucked my face.

So turned on, he used zero finesse, and I felt like I was choking on every down glide.

“Been dreaming of this,” he admitted, squeezing his eyes closed and grunting, yet he ripped his erection from my mouth. I looked up at him confused. “Not cuming in your mouth. I want you naked.”

I heard his words but continued to sit on my knees, too turned on to function, sex drunk—absofreakinglutely sex drunk. He got tired of waiting and grabbed the hem of my sundress, ripping it up over my head. My nipples poked out from my bra like little gun barrels. My pink cotton panties were soaked. He used his teeth to pull them down my legs.

“Tug your nipples and spread for me.”

Reaching behind my back, I unclasped my bra, tossing it to the other side of the bed and lay back, spreading my legs wide. At the first tug of pinky flesh, I hissed. Blake sucked my—yes, I was about to say it again—he sucked myclitinto his mouth, sucking hard and my bottom shot up off the bed.

“Sensitive,” he mumbled. Yes. Wacky pregnancy hormones did that. Instead of going back in, he moved unhurried and with soft caresses up my body, until reaching my bump. He cupped it in his large hands, kissing it right above my belly button. “My baby’s in here. Growing. You’re a miracle, Glory.”

He kissed up and over my belly, giving attention to each breast, up my neck and then as he reached my mouth, he glided inside my sex. “Touch yourself while I fuck you, sweetheart.”

Blake sat up in an upright position on his knees, draping my legs over his thighs.

“Now,” he ordered. “I want to watch you get yourself off while I’m inside you.”

As Blake’s good girl, I had no choice but to do as he said, gliding my hand down to press the magic spot. He started moving. I pressed and rubbed, and used my other hand to tug my nipple.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, thrusting, moving the whole bed, the joints creaking and the headboard cracking against the wall. I bit my lip, trying desperately to hold back the cry because when the cry came, so would I. Faster. Faster. Hard and rough, just the way I liked it, until we reached the frenzied peak. “You getting close, baby?”

“I—” I lost it, soaking his dick and the bed under me, and so did he. Spilling out. I would never get tired of the feel of him cuming inside me.

“You?” he teased, still on his knees between my thighs. His hands rested on his jeans and his eyes never left me, my body, while flashing me a very pleased-with-himself grin.

“I think we needed that.” I patted the bed next to me to get him to lay down.

And right then, as he moved to my side, I decided that if he wanted porn, I’d porn him the rest of the night. Well, okay, with a few stops for bathroom breaks, for something to drink, to havedinner and take care of our fur-babies—porn took a lot out of a girl—but fortification complete, I rocked his world.

As a matter of fact, we porned it up until we passed out from literal coital exhaustion, and then we porned it up again the next morning. I ended up calling off from my day’s volunteer jobs because as Blake got dressed to get us breakfast, he decreed, “Now that we’ve had our reunion, it’s time for ‘we’re having a baby’ sex.”

My insatiable husband, dear readers.

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