After a beat, she relaxed in my arms and tipped her head back to meet my eyes. “Thanks.”
I brushed her hair back. “For what?”
“Trying to help me relax.”
“Did it work?” She was so damn beautiful, her gaze soft as she looked at me with want, which I was there for.
“Think so,” she whispered as she brought her hands up to pull my head to hers. Our mouths meeting, the kiss deepened faster than I could’ve imagined as a hunger for my wife overwhelmed me. She nipped at my lower lip, tugging it into her mouth and sucking at it before she moved along my jaw to bite the lobe of my ear.
I worked to stay in the moment, ignoring my body’s desire to hurry. No, that would not do. Nothing wrong with fast sex sometimes as long as Grace came first, but not today, not this time.
I paid attention to her body, and Grace was everywhere. Her hands slid from my hair, to my back, to inside my boxer briefs. One of her legs was wrapped around mine, pulling me to her core as she ground against my cock. Yeah, getting aroused wasn’t going to be an issue she was dealing with today.
As my mouth moved down her neck to the top of her boobs, I paused. “Do you want me to skip your breasts completely?” I knew being blunt might cause her to get embarrassed again, but better to ask than fuck this up.
She paused, one hand on my ass. “Um, how about avoiding the nipples?”
I loved how she phrased it like a question, as if she wasn’t sure. I didn’t give a fuck if milk was all over us. I mean, she was a superhero, first carrying our baby and keeping her healthy, now nourishing her with milk she produced. I thought it was amazing.
But moving on. I’d avoid her nipples for now even though they were hard under the cotton, begging for attention. I figured I’d just leave the tank as is and kiss the rest of her breasts through it. Maybe that would be the most comfortable for Grace for the first time. I knew she’d mentioned that her boobs were more sensitive than usual, so I moved gently, tracing with my tongue across her cleavage, then around the side with open-mouthed kisses, continuing down to her belly.
“Aidan,” she moaned, making my body alight with desire. Damn, I hadn’t wanted to pressure her, but God, I’d missed her. It wasn’t sex—though that was great—it was the connection to the woman I loved more than anything. It was the closeness I felt when we were together.
“Yeah, babe?” I nosed her tank up a little, placing kisses, nips, and more across her belly, working to keep her feeling good.
“I haven’t even gotten my hands on you,” she whispered, her legs pushing in on either side of me, a good sign I was on the right path.
“Beg to differ, Gracie—your hands have been all over me.” I sucked on a patch of her belly near her C-section scar. God, I didn’t want to think about that right now. I’d freaked way the fuck out when she had to go in for that surgery but had tried to remain outwardly calm. Thank God I was allowed to go with her. I would have melted down otherwise, but talk about powerless. I was grateful for this reminder in the form of a dark line across her pubic bone that my wife was a badass and deserved an orgasm, if possible, right now.
“I mean, you know…”
I bit back a snort. “I’m sorry, Grace, did you become bashful? Are you referring to my dick?”
“I mean, yeah?” She was breathless, so I was done with this conversation. The woman was trying to be unselfish when I wanted this to be all about her.
I fought for patience. “Grace, if you touch me, it’s going to be all over. Four months, remember—I’m on a hair trigger over here. Let me make this good for you for a while, and then we can have the fastest sex in history because I’m so aroused by you I will not last long. Cool?”
She giggled, which was a sound I’d missed. Glad she was good with me laying it out there. “Go ahead.”
I continued down, tugging her underwear off and tossing them somewhere behind me. It didn’t matter where. Mine were staying on to give me the smallest bit of control over myself until I got her there.
I’d told her we didn’t have to make orgasms the goal for the night, and we didn’t. But my logic here was that she was worried about arousal, and I’d read about how hormones fucked with lubrication. I figured if I could get her there with my mouth, maybe that wouldn’t stress her out as much as manual stimulation. Lube was fine, but we were starting here, and then who knew where we’d end up. It was zero hardship to find out, that was for damn sure.
Once I settled between her legs, she tossed her legs over my shoulders. I sucked at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, rubbing the stubble on my face over her legs as I looked up in the flickering light at this woman I loved. The thought that came to me over and over was how damn lucky I was that she was mine and I was hers. Her gaze on me said she was here for this.
“Still good?”
“So good.” She panted. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised.
I lowered my mouth and placed a kiss to her core, which had the immediate effect of making her hips lift as she moaned, pleasure rolling through her body. I debated telling her to keep it down—I knew she didn’t want Mia and my mom to hear anything—but fuck it. I didn’t want her trying to limit herself. Mia would survive—Mom would grab her if she woke. And my mom was ridiculously sex positive, and I couldn’t imagine she’d say anything to Grace. Me, on the other hand, I was sure she’d make some crack.
Moving on.
I stroked my tongue up from her opening to her clit, twirling my tongue around it and pressing light sucks to that little button of nerves. Grace couldn’t hold back, her hips moving mindlessly as her breath came in short gasps and she moaned. I lost time in her, continuing the pressure on her core as I eventually slid in a finger, then two, paying close attention to how she reacted. She was close. I could feel the small flutters of her walls.
Focusing on her clit, I kept the pattern consistent as I watched her writhe with desire above me, need flooding my body as I held off my own orgasm, waiting for her to tip over that edge. With a few more strokes of my tongue and one with a finger, she finally came and her legs clenched around my shoulders as she cried out with a beautiful moan. I slowed down the pressure on her core as I held my tongue against her clit until her body became boneless with a sigh worthy of the weeks and months we’d lost. I followed her body back up, kissing my love into every spot I could find before I moved to capture her mouth in a hard kiss.
