Page 176 of Reverie

Winter steals my thoughts when she rolls her lips in to suck me down until I bump the back of her throat.

Then she damns me to Hell when she swallows against me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at that,” I bite out. She preens at the praise, and using her hands and mouth, she works to keep breathing while taking me down her throat.

She does so good for several minutes before she overwhelms herself. When she gags, I pull out of her mouth, and a string of spit suspends between us when I take a step back.

Winter. My wife.

I surprise her when I pull her up with more gentleness than she likely expects, and kiss her. It’s hungry, angry, hard, but passionate. I return her energy, trying to tell her, show her, that I’m here. I’m with her.

And she’s here with me too.

Breaking off our kiss, I guide her to the open door of the helicopter. The simpler position would have been to take her from behind, bending her over the bottom of the threshold.

Instead, I say, “Get in,” and she scrambles to enter the helicopter at the rear. I follow behind her, shutting the door.

Her chest rises and falls as she takes in big bellows of air, and I put both of my hands on her cheeks.

“You’re okay,” I say. I mirror slowing my breathing, and she does as I do.

Inhale.

Exhale.

She nods, biting her lip. She releases a sharp sound in her throat, a sob.

“You’re okay, Sunbeam. Feel me.” I put her hand on my chest where my heart thrums against my breastbone.

“I’m okay,” she repeats. Her fingers flex against my flesh. “I’m okay.”

I bring her lips to mine, kissing her with everything within me, channeling the fact that I’m freaked the fuck out too.

“You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she chokes.

I put her hand on my hard cock. “Feel me,” I say.

“Fuck me,” she replies. She shifts to the edge of the seat, spreading her legs wide. She looks like a goddess positioned likethis. Her stomach is swollen with my baby; her cunt is dripping from arousal that I stoked within her.

“I know I keep saying it, but I am the luckiest man on the entire planet, Winter,” I say, running two fingers up and down her slit.

“How did we get this way?” she says, her words turning into a moan.

“Maybe to make up for all the bad shit we’ve gone through in the past. Maybe it’s just our time to be happy.” I press into her inch by inch, reveling in the hot, wet clench of her around me.

“So let’s be happy, H,” she whispers.

I kiss her in agreement.

My strokes pick up speed until I’m pistoning in and out of her and she scores her nails in the flesh over my biceps.

“Hunter!” she yells, and her thighs tense around me. She comes and comes as I rub her button in the way I know gives her the most pleasure.

“I love you so much,” she says, cresting for the second time, strangling my cock.

“Always. Transcendentally,” I rasp out. She squeezes me once more, and it’s game over. I blow inside her, pressing deep so she gets every drop.