Page 67 of Love You Already
“My wife has issued a challenge.” His voice echoes around the room like a king at the arena speaking to his loyal subjects. “She thinks I am unable to please her in time. Should I show her how wrong she is?”
He cups his hands around his mouth as he chants, 'show her! show her!'. I laugh at his silliness, even as I wait to see what's coming next. There's never a dull moment with Lachlan, a fact I'd somehow forgotten with our time apart.
When he stops speaking, he reaches for my ankle. I'm yanked down the bed. His hands move with a flurry as he strips me bare in record time. I'm panting, aching, desperate for him to take me.
“Need you. Now. Get up here, Superstar. Show me what you've got,” I demand the moment I'm naked and spread out before him. I scoot back slowly, my moves meant to seduce.
His eyes shine with barely restrained control. Muscles bunch. His jaw locks tight.
“Fucking gorgeous, wife. Let me have a taste. Pretty please.” His voice drops deeper, his gaze more serious as he slips his clothes off piece by piece. He's not wearing all that much since he was just at practice, a fact I'm thankful for given he's decided to draw out the whole process.
I lose my cool the second his cock bounces free from his boxers. I lean forward, crawling across the king-size mattress to get to him. He might say he's starving for a taste, but he's not the only one.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his length, my grip firm as I bring my tongue forward for a taste. Lachlan growls at the first swipe. His fingers move through my hair, shifting it out of my way and giving me more room to explore.
I hum my thanks while working his crown past my lips. It's a stretch given how thick he is, but I'm no quitter. There's just something about having the weight of him on my tongue, something about having him at my mercy, that makes me ache to be filled.
Time passes in a blur as I sink into giving him my all. My fingers squeeze, and I shift his sack as I suction my mouth around his length. It's a balance of keeping him on the edge without sending him over that I mastered in our time together at the ranch.
Fed up with my teasing some time later, my husband lifts me and throws me back on the bed. He moves like lightning, darting forward and latching his lips over that sensitive bundle of nerves. In just seconds, I'm coming with a cry on my lips. My overachiever doesn't stop there. He pushes me through two more orgasms until my body trembles and I'm telling him it's too much.
Only then does he rise to his knees, grab his cock, and sink inside of me. “Home,” he grunts as he thrusts wildly. “Feels like fucking home buried in this perfect pussy.”
I nod, my throat clogged with a mix of love and desire. He's giving me everything he has, his heart bared and vulnerable. I move my hands to cup his face. Our eyes lock and I let him see all of me. I give him just as much back. He needs to know he's not alone.
“I'm yours, husband. From now until the end.”
He comes with a shouted curse as his cock swells, pulsing shot after shot deep within me. I soak it all up since I know we're on a tight timetable. Still, I don't let the thought ruin my good mood. Nothing can do that now that I have Lachlan back in my arms.
A chime rings out through the apartment, startling me and sending him into a fit of laughter. He kisses me on the tip of my nose as he gently slides free.
“That would be the pizza.” He pulls up his gym shorts as he throws a wink my way. “Told you we had time.”
I watch him strut from the room in a daze, my heart beating a million miles an hour. I can't even be mad at his teasing for the way I'm cum drunk off his lovemaking. I eventually manage to roll off the bed and get decent enough to go into the living room after a quick stop at the bathroom.
“I was about to come bring you out here, Ace. Didn't know if your legs were working yet.”
I slap his chest. “They're working fine enough. I do need to recharge though. Give me the carbs!”
At my grabbing motion, he ushers me to the boxes lining the dining room table. He's flipped them open to reveal two deliciously decked out pizzas with all the meat topping a girl could want. My mouth waters as I dive for a slice.
“YUM!” I mumble around the oozing cheesy goodness.
Lachlan laughs, then dramatically acts out eating at a more normal rate. I roll my eyes, then proceed to demolish two full slices before slowing down.
“That was just what I needed.” Patting my stomach, I eye a third piece. Wait it out, my gut tells me. Nodding to myself, I turn to look at the man beside me, only to find his eyes already on me. “What?”
“I think I'm going to retire when this current contract is up. I signed a three-year, no-trade contract with Houston, which means I'll need to finish that. But then after I'll be free to do whatever. To be wherever.”
I can't help the way my eyes go wide or the shock that tears through me. “That's not a lot of time, Superstar. I can't fathom you not playing when you're doing exceedingly well this year.”
He shrugs as he pokes at a slice in the box. “I don't like being away from you. The ranch and your family have become a part of me in the short time I was there. Being away, even for just a short time, has been hard. By the time the three years are up, I'll be ready to give this all up if it means I get more of you, more of us.”
“But what about our kids!?” I slap a hand over my mouth at the outburst.
“Got something you want to tell me, wife?” He looks down at my stomach like he might somehow gain x-ray vision to see into my uterus.
Shaking my head, I attempt to formulate something that will make sense to him. In the end, I go for honesty.