She tugs slightly before I feel the covers over my head pull away. Continuing to eat her, I flick my eyes up to meet hers. She’s sleepy, sexy, and I wish I could crawl inside of her body right this minute. She’s absolutely breathtaking.
“Eli,” she hisses, her hips rolling as she climbs higher and higher toward her ultimate fall—her release.
I hum against her clit, which causes her to whimper. I know she’s close. I can practically taste it. And taste, I do. Over and over. Keeping my attention on her, I watch as her eyes slide closed and her head falls backward as she arches her back.
Then she really presses her clit against my tongue, and I know it’s time. I turn up the heat by flicking her with more pressure until I hear her gasp. Until her thighs press hard against my ears, until her muscles tighten, and then until she relaxes with a moan.
She comes against my tongue, and it’s fucking spectacular. I don’t take my eyes off her for a moment, not even after I’ve finished lapping her release. Not after I lick my way up her body and not after I slide inside her warm, wet center.
“Eli,” she sighs, her hands finding my biceps.
My lips twitch into a smirk as I wait for her to become accustomed to my intrusion. I know that I could fuck her right now and it wouldn’t hurt her. We’ve had sex every way possible, twice, since being together. But that’s not what this is.
Later, we can have fun quickly, but this isn’t that.
At least not right now.
Lowering my head, I shift closer to her and touch my mouth to hers. “Thank you, sunshine.”
“Thank you?” she asks breathlessly against my lips.
I hum as my hips begin to roll. She moans, and I swallow the sound before I respond to her. “Yeah,” I murmur against her mouth. “Thank you for this beautiful life. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being you.”
Before she can respond, I press my lips against her hard and kiss her breathless while I move inside of her. I make love to my wife. My woman. The mother of my children and the other half of my soul.
DON’T GO BREAKING MY HEART
WRENLY
TWO YEARS LATER
It’s stifling hot today. The humidity in the air is making it hard to breathe. But it’s an exciting day, and as much as I want to smile about it, be happy about it, I’m miserable. Standing, I clear my throat and take a step backward.
Ryan’s hair is perfectly combed with gel. He’s wearing pressed shorts, a collared polo shirt, socks, and Converse. He’s also got a Minecraft backpack strapped to his back with a matching lunchbox.
It’s his first day of kindergarten.
When a palm presses against my back, I turn my head and look up to see Eli standing beside me. But he’s not looking at me. His focus is on Ryan. Opening my mouth, I start to ask him if he’s okay. I watch as his jaw clenches, then he shakes his head once before he clears his throat.
“You wanna homeschool him?” he asks before he turns and looks at me.
I blink, then I laugh softly. Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek. “I would love to homeschool him, but you know how much he loves to play. Loves to learn and loves the other kids. I think it’s good for him.”
Eli swallows. “I don’t want to leave him there.”
Ryan has been in day care or had nannies his whole life, but this hits differently. At day care, if Eli gets out early from practice or the gym, he will pick him up, and they pal around together. That option is now gone, and I think that’s what he’s thinking about more than just not wanting to leave him there.
“He’s going to have so much fun,” I say. “You’ll see.”
“Well, I hate it. I can hear my heart cracking inside my chest about him being gone,” Eli grunts, then shakes his head once before he grumbles. “When I was in school, kindergarten was three hours long. Who the fuck decided on this full-day bullshit? Texas is wack.”
Pressing my lips together, I start to get ready to walk out the door. We can’t be late this morning. This is a big day for Ryan. Once we’re all loaded in the car, Eli reluctantly drives toward the elementary school.
We’ve already done the meet-the-teacher night. We’ve dropped off his supplies, and he knows where to line up in the gym before class. We were told that we could walk him to the gym during the first week, which is what we’ll be doing today.
As Eli drives through the streets of Fort Worth, I can’t help but think about where I was five years ago. I could have never imagined that this would be my life. That I would be living with this man beside me. That I would be his wife and the mother to both of his children. I could have never pieced this together even if I’d tried.
Eli reaches across the center console of the car and laces his fingers with mine. He squeezes but doesn’t say anything.
