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Because I am wholeheartedly hers in all senses of the word, and nothing in this world will change that.

Not even my own insecurities.

CHAPTER 44

Eliza

My fingernails dig into Coleson’s chest as I swivel my hips, his cock going deliciously deeper inside me. He holds my ass, each cheek in one palm, as he guides me up and down his hard length, our breaths coming out in pants.

“Yes, Wife,” he gasps. “Your tits, fucking hell. I love how you look when you are bouncing on my cock.”

His words burn through me, and I ignore the ache in my thighs. I should probably do my squats since I’ll be on top for a while with him healing from his injury, but as I move, maybe I like the ache. It feels good. I just need to get my endurance up so I’m not panting like a deranged hippo. He squeezes my ass as he pulls my cheeks apart, the stretch incredible as he fills me. I bite my lip, keeping in my moans and cries since Elliot is in the room beside us and Peepaw is in the room across from us. I should feel dirty for making love to my husband on Christmas morning in a house full of my family, but I don’t.

Not even a little bit.

“I want to taste you.”

I shake my head. “We’re both right there, and I’ve got so much to do for breakfast.”

He scoffs at me before lifting me off his cock with ease and then up his chest. Before I can scold him, he has me by the backs of my knees, holding me up over him. “Hold on to the headboard, Wife, and watch me show you that the only thing you need to do is come all over my fucking tongue.”

Holy Christmas balls.

“Coleson,” I breathe out, but I do as he asks, grabbing on as he lowers me to his mouth. He holds me like I weigh nothing, my pussy hovering over his hot mouth as he licks his lips. His fingers bite into the backs of my knees, and I swear I could come from the way he looks at my pussy. As if it’s the only meal he ever wants. When his tongue curves around my clit, I bite into my wrist to keep in the cries, and then he tsks me.

“I want to hear you.”

“I can’t,” I pant, shaking my head. “They’ll hear us.”

“Good. They’ll know you’re still thoroughly taken care of by your gimp husband.”

“Coleson,” I warn, my knuckles white from holding the wooden headboard. “I can’t.”

He eyes me, and when that wicked grin comes over his mouth, I know I’m going to be averting my gaze from my family the whole day. “Challenge accepted.”

I groan in defeat, but then he licks me. I whimper as I take my wrist between my teeth, trying to suppress a moan. He kisses my clit, then my lower lips, before he says, “Finger yourself while I fuck your pussy with my tongue, Wife.”

“Are you trying to kill me dead?” I hiss at him, and he grins.

“I haven’t had you like this in eight years. I want it all.”

I scoff and correct him. “Three weeks, Coleson.”

“Eternity,” he throws back at me. “Now, do as I say.”

Oh, I love him. I groan his name while I move my finger along my taut nub. I’m so wet, and the first press of my fingers has my other hand about to break the headboard in half. His tongue slides into my entrance, licking and probing my pussy until I’m a mess of whimpers and cries. When I come, I break the skin on my wrist as I ride out my orgasm, and he chuckles beneath me. He kisses my lips, my thighs, even my entrance as I draw in deep breaths.

“I love this perfect pussy.”

Without realizing it, I’m moving, and then he fills me to the hilt with his cock. My head falls back as he holds my breasts in his hands, molding and squeezing them while taking time to roll my nipples between his fingers. I move up and down his cock, feeling him pulsate inside me. He’s almost there. He grips me by my hips, moving me quicker as he thrusts up into me. Our bodies crash together, and the sound is so unbelievably crude, I swear I could come right then and there. I reach behind me, taking his balls in my hand, rolling them, and that does him in. He comes with a hiss, arching up into me as I squeeze his cock with my pussy to milk him of every bit of his release.

I fall to his chest, and he wraps his arms around me, our lips meeting. I can taste myself on him, and I sigh deeply against his thick lips. The kiss is all tongue and nips, which are my favorite. While he was in the hospital, I was careful when I kissed him and touched him since I didn’t want to cause him any harm. It was a long two weeks in the hospital, and I’m surprised we made it with only those little kisses. It wasn’t until the third night in our rental that I let him take it further. Not this far, though.

These last three weeks have been rough, mentally and physically. I hate driving, but I’ve made the trip from Nashville to Knoxville and back with no hesitation. I don’t like leaving Coleson for long, but someone has to run the coffee shop. I’ll take driving over all the torture they put him through. And yes, it’s torture. My husband has been poked, prodded, and moved entirely too much, in my opinion. It kills me when he is in pain. Though, he tries to hide it.

My lips move from his lips to his jaw as our eyes meet. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Wife,” he whispers, kissing my bottom lip. “No pain whatsoever.”

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