Page 132 of It's Always Been You

“Cat, I still would have been fine if you never came around. I was completely happy with just the two of us. Also, I was away with the SEALs so much at that time, I didn’t want to leave a pregnant wife at home. But when we made plans of me quitting, that’s when we had the talk.”

“Hmm . . . so this could be some residual doubt trapped in my subconscious or something?”

He stroked her hair. He wanted to fill in all the blanks in her lost memory. “Very likely. First thing we’re going to do, well, in a couple of hours, is get you an appointment with your woman doctor.”

“Obstetrician. And it’s a Saturday.”

“I’ll call Dr. Ryan for a referral anyway. We’re getting you the best, sunshine.”

“I can’t believe I got pregnant from those two times the condom broke.” Caitlin stifled some laughter.

“I’ve got determined swimmers, babe.”

“Yes, we nearly tore up your office that day. You were insatiable.”

“If I remember right, you were the one who was impatient for me to come home,” Travis said smugly. He had been working late that Thursday and had been the lone occupant in the office when Caitlin showed up in a trench coat with nothing underneath but a lace bra and panties. “I nailed you right against the office door that first time.”

“Yes, then you pulled out and spread me over your office table.”

“I fucked you with my mouth.” He heard her breath hitch; his dick responded. He shifted and had her under him. “I licked every crevice of that sweet little cunt of yours.” He pulled off her nightie and started raining kisses on her body. He rolled her nipple on his tongue, loving the feel of her arching against him, pushing her body into his. Then he moved lower, taking his time pressing his mouth against the sensitive skin between the junction of her thigh and hip. Her legs opened in response. He inhaled her arousal and grew harder. He’d never get enough of her, and this was affirmed when he dipped his tongue right into that ambrosia.

Six yearslater

“Give me one more, babe.”

“I can’t. I can’t, just . . .”

“Cat, you don’t give me one more, you’re not getting my cock.”

Whimper.

Travis had been alternately fucking her with his tongue and fingers. He wore her out late last night, and she dozed off right away. She sucked the ever loving hell out of his cock both with her mouth and pussy so he zonked out as well. Early this morning, she snuck out of bed and took a shower. Without him. It was a Sunday morning. They always showered together.

So now he was giving her endless orgasms. Without his cock. And she was writhing for the ultimate release, which was him moving inside her.

He withdrew his fingers and pushed her thighs apart and resumed feasting on her. He had since laved off every trace of her floral citrus soap. What was left was a heady musk of pure Caitlin. Even now after six years, her feminine scent drove him insane. He could eat her forever, except his dick wouldn’t be happy. And right now the fucker wanted some action. Caitlin spasmed against him and moaned, her release spurring him to growl against her pussy. He held a palm on her lower belly and pressed down on that point he knew drew out the intensity of her orgasm.

“Travis, oh, God, oh, God . . .”

He crawled up her body, hooked her legs under his elbows and plunged inside her, pounding her into the mattress with each powerful stroke. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she continued to whimper and moan in pain or pleasure, he was beyond control now. He briefly kissed her. “Come on, sunshine. Suck me inside you. Suck me dry, babe.” He watched her tilt her head back as she cried out again. “Fuck . . . come around me, babe . . . Fuuuuck!” Her inner muscles clamped down on him, pulling him into the tempest of her own climax. He wanted to roar, but he kept his voice low and growled into the curve of her shoulder instead. He shivered,his release running the length of his spine in diminishing spasms.

He pushed up on his elbows, his breathing still heavy as he framed Caitlin’s face tenderly. “I love you, sunshine.”

“Love you, too, Travis,” she whispered back.

After all these years, he was just as crazy for her. His slowing heart rate picked up a beat as strong emotions overwhelmed him. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more each day, but I do. You fucking own me, babe.”

Her fingers reached up to trace his jaw. “As I belong to you.”

Travis turned his head to kiss her hand. “You’re damn right you do.”

Her brows furrowed. “I’m so sorry about the past few months—”

His fingers traced her lips to stop her from talking further. “Shh . . . what are you sorry about? Marriage isn’t all about sex, babe—though I’m thrilled we’re back on track. You didn’t freeze me out or anything. You were still you; you just had to stop being a superwoman. You were exhausted and—”

There was a soft knock on their door. They both froze, eyes locking with each other, before they burst into muffled laughter.

“Looks like someone’s awake,” Caitlin said as she grabbed her discarded nightie and made her way to the bathroom.

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