I walked her back to the bed and pressed her back against it. When she was in the position I wanted, I eased down her naked body, stopping to press a kiss to her belly before moving lower. I parted her legs even more with my palms, opening her center to me.
I dipped my head and licked down her slit.
Savannah hissed loudly and I acquainted my tastebuds with the flavor of her pussy, devouring it.
In seconds, her body rewarded me with a gushing of liquid from her orgasm. Nothing felt better than making her entire body tremble for me. And I fucking flew fighter jets for a living.
When I sat up, Savannah immediately lifted as well and circled her arms around my neck, bringing our lips to a searing kiss. She moaned against my mouth, and I felt my entire body warm with a burning need only one woman had ever inspired in my lifetime.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” I said as I pulled back.
She paused, then nodded. “Okay.”
I pushed her back against the bed and wrapped her legs around my waist. She felt so good as I eased inside of her without a barrier for the first time in sixteen years that it stole my breath.
Savannah didn’t move, either. For an undetermined amount of time, we lay facing one another, our eyes burning into one another’s.
Right then, I had one regret in this world.
The fact that this coupling wouldn’t result in a pregnancy. The only time in the years since I’d gotten my vasectomy that I wanted to reverse my decision.
“Ace,” she whispered, a plea in her voice.
“I know,” I said, then pressed a kiss to her lips. I began moving my hips, and she held tighter onto my neck.
We moved with the familiarity that came only from knowing another so profoundly that our souls were intertwined.
When Savannah squeezed her eyes tightly and arched her back, I let myself watch the orgasm take over her entire body. I reveled in it.
And when her pussy muscles clamped around my rod, I couldn’t hold back any longer, either. Another time, I could make this last a while, but not that night.
I shot my load off in her, blanketing internal canal with my bodily fluid. Again, sorrow filled me knowing that even without the barrier of a condom, the chance of us having created a baby that night was practically zero.
I leaned in and kissed her after pushing away the regret. “I love you,” I whispered to my wife for the first time in sixteen years.
“I love you, too,” she said back.
I fell against the bed a satisfied man that night. I cupped her body to mine and held on tight. For the first time in a very long time, it felt like everything might be all right.
That possibly, somehow, the promises I’d made to her in that ambulance when we were rushed to the hospital weren’t in vain.
But first, I needed to speak with my father.
CHAPTER23
Ace
A week had passed since I’d found out the truth of what my father had said to Savannah.
It’d taken another few days of Savannah talking me out of driving over to Houston. It was only my promise to her, and the fact I had to work, that kept me off of my father’s ass for this long.
But it couldn’t wait any longer. I headed over on my motorcycle, let myself in with the key under the mat, and took up a seat at his dining room table.
“I know you’re in here,” Joel’s deep voice boomed through the house as soon as he stepped over the threshold. “I saw your bike outside.”
Heavy footsteps padded from the front door to the kitchen and over to the dining room.
“I parked it right out front. You should’ve seen it,” I affirmed, glaring at Joel as he came into my line of sight.
