Page 86 of Dearly Unbeloved
“Yeah. Of course I’ll stay married to you. It’s you and me. Well, and the bunnies.”
“I’ve missed the three of you so much,” she says, her face falling a little.
I reach for her hand, sliding her ring onto her finger. “We’ve missed you, too. But you’re home now. We’re all home now.”
“I’m with you, honey,” she says, sliding my ring on my finger. “Of course I’m home.”
EPILOGUE
ROSE
Sierra groans into my mouth, and I swallow down the sound. Our tongues dance together, fast and unrelenting, and she tastes like chocolate and the room service espresso martini she ordered in lieu of coffee this morning. I ordered a salted caramel latte with Irish cream liqueur, because, although we’re not planning to be blackout drunk this time, it only makes sense to have a little buzz to pay homage to the last time we were here.
I drag my lips down Sierra’s body, pushing the top of her robe off so she’s naked except for her collar and her ring. I’ll never get used to the sight of her. I’m as obsessed with her body as I was the first time I saw a sliver of her waist when we first moved in together.
She cries out as I circle her nipple with my tongue, sinking her fingers into my hair.
“We don’t have time for this, honey,” she whimpers, but she makes no effort to move.
“I can be quick.”
“Since when?”
Valid. “They’re not going to start without us,” I say between licks, and Sierra thrusts her head back into the pillows. “We have time.”
“You forget that I know you. You’re going to say we have time, get me off, then rush me to get ready so we’re not late—oh, fuck.”
I nudge her legs apart and press my thigh between them until she’s squirming. As if by instinct, she bucks her hips, grinding against my thigh.
She’s not wrong. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“Rosie,” she groans. “No fair. I want to play, too.”
I make a show of sighing as I rise up over her, tossing my hair over my shoulder. I’m going to regret fucking it up when I need to make it presentable.
“How do you want me, wife?”
Sierra’s pupils flood her eyes as I hover above her. She licks her lips, and I chuckle. Message received.
I turn around so I can straddle her face with my back to the headboard. Sierra doesn’t even wait for me to settle before she pulls my hips down and runs the flat of her tongue over my clit.
The instant zip of pleasure propels me forward. I lean over and press my middle finger inside her while I take her clit between my lips. Sierra moans against me, and I almost fall apart, but I close my eyes, forcing myself to hold out a little longer.
Making Sierra come is my favorite thing in the world, followed closely by coming at the same time as her. And it feels right today to soar together.
I massage her G-spot with my finger, alternatingbetween sucking her clit and blowing, until she’s twisting in the sheets. She grips my ass so hard that it hurts a little, and the pain just drives me closer and closer to the edge.
My hips move of their own accord, so I’m practically fucking her face, and she meets every grind of my pussy with a stroke of her tongue.
I press a second finger inside her, and she gasps, tightening around me. Over the past few months, I’ve learned her body by heart, and I know she’s close when her legs start to shake. I increase the pressure of my fingers, she pulls me harder against her mouth, and we tumble into bliss together.
She closes her thighs around my head as she comes, but neither of us slows down as we coax each other through it. I would happily stay here, my head trapped between her legs, getting her off again and again, and I’m seriously considering it when an alarm blares.
I sigh and pull my fingers out of Sierra. It’s never enough.
Dismounting her face, I lick every drop of her from my fingers as I jump up off the bed and cross the room to turn my alarm off. As soon as I’ve turned it off, a pillow hits my back.
I turn around, raising an eyebrow at my wife. “What was that for?”
