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I slip the neon pink plastic ring on Ruth’s left hand, and she sucks in a sharp breath, beaming up at me with glossy eyes before staring at her hand in wonder. There’s a matching grey silicone band on my left hand already. The officiant is saying something, but it’s noise, just a buzzing in my ears as my focus locks onto Ruth. My bride. My fuckingwife.
“With the power vested in me by the state of Arizona, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Everett, kiss your bride, man.”
Well, fuck, you don’t need to tell me twice.
One hand tangles in Ruth’s hair, tipping her head back to meet mine as I dip to her lips. She’s warm and sweet and she tastes like home; she licks at the seam of my mouth and pushes her tongue past my lips, rubbing it against mine like it’s the last thing she might ever do. I swallow her quiet whimper as I tug her to me, pressing our bodies together from head to toe. Fuck,fuck, she’s the most perfect fucking thing. And she’s my fuckingwife.
My wife. I have a wife now. I’m someone’s husband. Ruth’s husband. I kiss her eagerly, desperately; tongues and teeth clashing as I wrap her hair around my fist and tug gently. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her back to bed and show her just what being her husband means.
Chapter forty
Everett
The house is quietwhen we return, and we sneak in like teenagers.
After a second attempt at getting ready for bed, I emerge from the bathroom to find Ruth waiting for me, again.
Naked.
I exhale shakily, feeling my skin tighten over every inch of my body as the blood rushes south. I’ve never seen anything, anyone, more beautiful thanmy wife, resplendent in lamplight, wearing nothing but the ring I put on her finger.
I strip off the T-shirt I’ve just changed into as I crawl into the bed beside her. She reaches for me immediately, pouncing and kissing me hungrily, like it hasn’t been just a matter of hours since the last time I was buried inside her.
Rolling over her, I tear my lips from hers and kiss a line along her jaw, down the column of her throat, and suck at the ridge of her collarbone. The spot right in the dip, the one my tongue takes extra time to lick, has her whimpering with need.
“I want your cock,” she sighs, arching into my hands. I use my thumbs to harden her nipples into peaks before lowering my head to taste them.
God, she’s like the first rain after a month of drought.
“Patience, baby girl,” I admonish lightly. “I gotta get you ready for me first.”
I move down and settle between her legs. With one hand splayed on her pelvic bone, I lower my head. Fuck, her scent is dizzying, intoxicating,perfect. She smells like home. I press open-mouthed kisses to her pussy, darting my tongue out to taste her. God, she’s delicious.
“Holy mother fuck,” she whimpers.
“Is this okay?” Her head is pressed back into the pillows, her hips lifted into my hand. She looks half-ravaged and entirely fuckable, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I might combust. She hums.
“Answer me, baby girl. I need your words, or I don’t go any further.”
“Yessss,” she hisses. “Don’t fucking stop, Ev.”
I lower my head again.
“God, if I were at death’s door, your pretty cunt would be my last request,” I murmur against her. A little nip of my teeth here. A lick there. I clamp my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth, loving it with my tongue, burying my nose in the soft tufts of hair between her thighs. I love that I’m the first, last and now the only one who gets to taste her. It drives me fucking wild.
“I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.
“Good. Feed me, baby girl. I’m gonna need the energy for all the things I plan on doing to you.”
One more press of my thumb against her clit and she unravels, clamping down on my tongue and filling my mouth with her sweet juices. She writhes beneath me, squeaks and whimpers falling from her lips as her body trembles, coming down from its high. And then, as I continue to spear her with my tongue, she quakes a second time, coming with a scream.
God, I’ll never get over hearing her scream my name when she comes. My perfect fucking wife. I palm my cock with my free hand, jerking it roughly through the fabric of my briefs. I’m so fucking hard, and it aches in the most delicious way.
“I hope you’re getting naked,” Ruth says after a moment, without opening her eyes. “Because I need you inside me right now.”
“So greedy, baby girl.” I raise myself onto my knees and remove my underwear, my cock springing free. “So greedy for my cum, huh? My beautiful cock-greedy wife and her cock-greedy cunt, desperate for my cum.”
I settle on my back beside her and pull her into me. She grumbles, pinching my side.
