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“Right now,” she confirmed with the same seriousness to her tone. She flipped the top of the lube and doused his dick in the cold liquid, working it up and down his shaft with one hand.
Then she lifted her other hand to his mouth and cupped it right under his lips. “Spit,” she requested, almost shyly.
He did as she asked—locking eyes and smirking before spitting his saliva into her hand.
“I want to feel you everywhere tonight,” she sighed as she brought her hand to her pussy and spread his spit over her folds.
He shifted forward to lift her up, intending to move them both up to the bed. But she grasped him by the shoulders and thrust her hips forward instead.
“No. Right here. Right now. I can’t wait.”
He nodded in understanding and swallowed down the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. “Put me inside you, beautiful. Put us back together.”
“Stronger than ever,” she vowed as she pressed her forehead into his and lowered herself onto his dick.
He grasped her by the hips and guided her body up, then slammed it back down until he filled her to the hilt. She cried out in pleasure, then moaned “again” as she craned back and gave him the most gorgeous view of her neck, her breasts, her belly, her thighs.
After a few more thrusts, she stilled, pressing down in his lap and maintaining their connection while she sought out his mouth. Her tongue stroked his, her teeth nipped at his lips. It was a slow, tantric caress that reminded him that they weren’t in any sort of rush tonight.
He kissed along her jaw and up her neck. He sucked on the little pulse point he knew she loved, right below her ear. But he didn’t stop there. He worked his way down her body, biting her shoulder, licking her collarbone. When he reached her breasts, he glanced up, only to find her eagerly nodding in encouragement as he kissed along her scars.
He could feel her eyes on him as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her hips started to move in tandem with his licks. He moved from one breast to the other, savoring her, cherishing her. Licking and sucking and moaning his desire against her skin until he felt her pussy flutter around his cock.
“You gonna get off from watching me suck on these gorgeous tits, V?” He didn’t wait for her reply, only doubled on his efforts, enjoying every second of this, knowing that the love and trust they shared was cosmological. He was made to love this woman. Everything about her was perfect for him.
When he knew she was right there, he reached down and pinched her clit, sending her spiraling as she pulsated around his cock. “You’re mine, V. Forever.”
The way she was screaming… the way her body convulsed and pulled him in deeper… it was almost enough to make him spill his own release. But he was nowhere near done savoring his wife tonight, so he held back and let her ride out her orgasm alone.
When she finally stopped pulsating and making those adorable, breathy moans, she wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled his head down to rest against hers.
“Will you redo the engraving on my eternity band?” she asked.
Rhett reached up to cup her face and searched for the meaning behind her request. “I can,” he replied hesitantly, unsure of what she was really asking. “What do you want it to say?”
“Forever. I just want it to sayforever. Noorabout it. It’s you and me, Ev. You and me forever.”
Chapter thirty-six
Tori
Shewokeupinthe middle of the night, wrapped in her husband’s arms, curled up on her side. She panicked when she realized she had fallen asleep laying in a position other than her back, but with the way Rhett was spooning her, there wasn’t a stitch of discomfort anywhere in her body.
She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand to confirm it was still early—just three. They had only been asleep a few hours. He must have felt her rustling beside him because he unconsciously tried to roll her on her back.
“I’m fine,” she insisted through a yawn. She wanted him to hold her. She hadn’t felt this close to him in ages, was starved for that connection. She wanted as much of him to be touching as much of her as possible, even as they slept. Hoping to drive that point home, she wiggled her ass back into his crotch and smirked triumphantly when he stopped trying to readjust her position and instead ground his erection into her back.
“Come here,” Rhett said softly, his voice husky with sleep. She rolled over to face him, scooting as close as physically possible as he wrapped her in his arms.
She reached up to cup his cheek, then peppered both sides of his jaw with kisses. Her body writhed against his as her hands ran up and down his bare arms. Every part of him was so familiar. Yet she knew she’d never get her fill. She let her hands slowly trail down his chest, her fingertips teasing the path of his happy trail before they tangled in the soft curls surrounding his dick.
“Do you want me?” he asked, vulnerability and hesitation coating his words.
“Always,” she murmured in reply. She wrapped her hand around his solid cock and pumped him once, that spark flaring between them they could never seem to quench.
He pulled her even closer and kneaded his hand into the small of her back. She was tender but still dripping wet thanks to the two orgasms he had shot off inside her earlier that night. She used their combined fluids to coat his dick, then positioned him at her entrance. Together, with his hand on her back and his cock in her grasp, they reconnected their bodies in a slow, sensual motion.
Neither one of them made any effort to take over or dominate the moment. There was no rush or frenetic energy like earlier that night. They just lay there in honor of their reunion: feeling everything and reforging the intensity of their once-in-a-lifetime love. Every now and then, one of them would grind against the other or let out a little moan. Feeling her husband buried so deep inside her stilled her racing thoughts and calmed her anxious mind. He grounded her. Galvanized her. Filled the emptiness inside until she finally came back to herself and felt whole.
