Page 22 of Vengeance

Reaching up, she cups his face, and he leans into her hand. “You are not responsible for this, Colt. You didn’t do this, and you alone can’t fix anything.”

“I just don’t want you to ever feel like I’m not doing my job.”

“Your job is to love me. To love the kids. Continue coming home to us, and you have.”

Tears sting at his eyes. “But I haven’t always. I just... I feel like I do nothing but fail in one way or another. I never want you to be disappointed that you decided to stay.”

“I love you,” Lex says and shifts to put them face to face. “I always have, and I always will. You were the first boy I ever had a crush on, and you are the only man who has ever made my heart race just by looking at me. Being without you felt like death, and I never, ever want to do that again. There is absolutely no disappointment as long as you keep showing up as my husband.”

“I wish I had as much faith in me as you do.”

Her lips find his, and she shifts to straddle him. At his age, he’d expect to start slowing down on how many rounds he can go in a night, but when it comes to his wife, he can make love like he has the hormones of a teenager instead of a mid-thirties man.

Her hands tug at his sweatpants, and he lifts his bottom to help her slide them down his legs. Instead of pulling them off, she leaves them at his knees and kisses down his chest. His eyes follow her as she licks his erection before gently sucking on the head.

“Fuck,” Colt hisses.

“You once told me I suck cock like a porn star,” she says with a giggle and slides him back into her mouth until he hits the back of her throat. Over the years, she’s trained her gag reflexes, and he stares in awe at this sexy woman fucking him with her mouth.

His fingers tangle in her hair as she toys with him, bringing him to the edge and backing away. “Lex,” he begs.

“I would never blow a failure. You remember that,” she says with a smirk, and he loves her even more.

Their love language has always been physical touch. Sex is how they communicate, and giving him pleasure without taking her own is her way of telling him she sees him differently than he sees himself. That she loves him and has the utmost faith in him, and he really, really loves her communication method.

“Lex, fuck,” he hisses.

Her hand grips the base of his cock and strokes as she sucks, her mouth paying special attention to his tip. Her free hand slips down to play with his boys, and he knows it won’t be much longer. She knows exactly what he likes, and he can’t think about anything other than her hot, wet mouth and her hands on him.

“I’m gonna come,” he moans and feels his body tighten up.

Moaning with him in her mouth, the vibrations deep in her throat, pushes him over the edge, and he finds his release in her mouth. His body jolts as she sucks him dry before releasing him. “Feel better?”

“I fucking love you,” he says and rests a hand on his chest. “Fuck.”

“I know you won’t believe a word I say, but you tend to believe my mouth when it’s on our favorite part of your body. I assume it’s your favorite because it’s mine.”

Colt grabs her and pulls her up to straddle his face. He smells her need, and before she can say a word, he latches his mouth onto her. When he went through all his shit after losing Casey, he’d had sex with her without bringing her to the finish line. He refuses to ever get off without making sure she does, too, ever again.

“Colt,” Lex gasps as one hand grips his hand on her hip while the other braces on the armrest of the couch. “Fuck… me.”

His tongue laps at her opening, entering her a few times before finding its way back up to her clit. He circles it, loving how swollen she became while going down on him, and he moans as her breathing picks up.

Sucking her nub into his mouth, he knows it won’t be long. When her hips buck against his face, his hands move to massage her ass while the hem of his shirt she wears hits his forehead.

“Colt...” she moans, her thighs tightening around his head. “Ah!”

Her body jolts, and he slips two fingers inside her, pressing into her favorite spot. She screams out again, this time making her entire body shake. He feels her muscles pulse around his fingers, and he gently scrapes his teeth on her clit.

“Fuck!” she cries out, and when he releases her and removes his fingers from her, she falls back onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” he asks with a laugh.

“That was good,” she says with a giggle and rests a hand on her chest, just like he had. “That was really, really good.”

Moving, Colt climbs up and settles next to her. His hand slides up the shirt and cups her breast. At one point she considered getting implants, and he prays she never does. She’s perfect as is.

“Lex?”

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