Page 79 of Interception

“You know how I feel.”

“I don’t. You’ve been through a lot lately, and I need to hear you say the words. I won’t do anything without your say-so.” Her movements are stilted and unsure—not what I’m used to from her. When her hand slips between us, her fingers trace the hard length of me, and she moans in response, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss.

There’s nothing friendly or hesitant in the way her tongue twists and tangles with mine.

“Say it, Zee. You have to say it because if I start, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m desperate to feel you beneath me… my wife.”

Her hands roam frantically before fisting in my hair, pulling me hard against her. “Fuck me, Coop.”

“Are you sure?” If she says no, I think I might die. I’m praying to every God I can think of for her to say yes.

“I want you.”

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” I reach for the hem of her t-shirt, eager to feel her soft, supple skin on mine. My mind fractures into a million tiny pieces—sensory overload. If I don’t calm down, I’m going to shoot my load before I even get her naked.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you.” To hear those words fall from her lips is more than I can handle. She messes around with my pants, trying to unzip them, but I’m too impatient. I’m done trying to wrestle her out of her clothes. I grab the fabric of her t-shirt and rip the damn thing off before making short work of her bra.

With her back against the living room wall, I cup her breasts, now more voluptuous than they’ve ever been. “Holy Mother of God. Your breasts are fucking perfect.” I have no earthly idea why she’s self-conscious. She feels incredible. I only wish the lights were on in here to get a proper look at her, but I’m not going to push her.

I kiss my way down her neck, my cock aching to be inside her. My memories of the noises she makes when she’s aroused pale in comparison to the real thing. I nibble, kiss, and nip my way to her breasts before sucking her nipple into my mouth. Holy shit, I’m going to lose it any second. I try to calm myself with a few sports statistics, but I can’t get enough of her. Fisting her hands in my hair, she cries out for me to continue, so I move to her other nipple, taking it into my mouth in one long suck.

What the fuck?

Liquid fills my mouth, and it takes me a second to realize what’s happening. I gag, pulling away and spitting Zee’s breastmilk on the floor. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Zee. I didn’t mean to milk you. I completely forgot that could happen. It’s not like it’s happened before.”

“Oh my, God. I’m so embarrassed.” She moves to grab her shirt off the floor, but there’s no way I’m letting a little breast milk deter me.

“Don’t you dare cover yourself up. I’m going to grab a glass of water, and when I get back, you better be naked.”

“You don’t have to do that, Coop. It’s not exactly a turn-on.”

“Strip. I won’t tell you again.” She needs a firm push right now because I know she’s frustrated.

I quickly run to the kitchen and swig a full bottle of water. I just couldn’t keep that taste in my mouth. It freaks me out, but not enough to kill my raging boner. I’m throwing off clothes as I make my way back across the room. It’s so fucking dark in here, the only thing that alerts me to Zee’s state of undress is the fact that I trip over her leggings discarded on the floor.

I swear I’m as giddy as a teenage boy who’s just discovered what his junk is capable of. I stub my toe on the edge of the sofa, but fuck it, I’m not going to torpedo my chances with a broken toe. I’ve played with worse.

When I can make out Zee’s shape, I reach out and pull her into my arms, my lips crashing down on hers with an urgency I can’t tame or harness in any way.

She tastes sweet like lip gloss and sex—sultry and altogether delicious. “Bedroom now.” I can’t even form a coherent sentence right now.

“The babies are in there.”

“Guest room?” I suggest as my hands caress down her side, cupping her sumptuous ass, ready to carry her up the damn stairs.

“We won’t hear them if they need us.”

“Then where?” I can’t hide my frustration, desperation clawing at every nerve ending in my body.

“Couch. Ottoman. The goddamn floor, Coop.” Ottoman it is. I find my way in the dark, lowering her onto the plush suede oversized ottoman in the center of our living room.

“I want to see you.”

“Shut up, Coop. Just fuck me. You don’t need the lights to guide you. I know it’s been a while, but you know your way around.” She’s not wrong, and I’ll take whatever she’s ready for.

“Yes, ma’am.” Thank fuck! We’re finally going to consummate our marriage. It’s back-to-front and upside down, but we’ve arrived at the same place in the end—our happily ever after.

Her body feels so good, I’m in sensory overload. I want to kiss every inch of her all at once. I crave teasing her for hours on end, drawing every ounce of pleasure I can wring from her body, but at the same time, I want to fuck her hard and fast, throwing us both headlong into a long-overdue release we both need.

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