Wes did his best to stay awake and cherish every little thing about his wife—the way her chest rose and fell with quietbreaths, how she snuggled against him and felt so warm, and the way her lovely scent filled him—but, eventually, sleep came and he drifted off, knowing that he was a damn lucky man. The luckiest in the world.
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Ellie was excited and exhausted after the long flight back to Montana. Although she hadn’t spent much time in Cielo Springs, she could see it as the perfect place to start over and make new memories. They hadn’t discussed it yet, but she had no intention or desire to return to Michigan. She was also greatly looking forward to finally being alone with her husband. The moment they stepped into the house, she jumped him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and slamming her mouth against his.
They kissed long and hard, speaking without words. They didn’t need words when their hearts and souls were so completely in sync. Their tongues stroked, bodies straining against each other, searching for completion.
Ellie finally broke the kiss and released her hold around his neck. Slowly, she slid down the length of his body then sent him a sultry smirk. “Are you ready to take this to the bedroom?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been ready.” He swept her off her feet and carried her down the hallway. When he reached the bed, he tossed her on it and she grinned up at him. She didn’t think of it as just Wes’ bedroom any longer, but their bedroom. And, right now, she couldn’t wait to make some new memories in there.
Wes sat down on the edge of the mattress and the moment he reached for his prosthetic, Ellie slid off the bed. She droppedto her knees and brushed his hands away. “Let me,” she murmured.
With ease, she removed the limb, fitted sock and liner. She loved how vulnerable he was with her and knew how much courage that required. Especially for a man, a former SEAL who’d been taught strength and self-reliance were so important. It didn’t make him weak, but so much stronger because he could share the deepest, most private parts of himself with her and have no fear of being judged. Had he guarded himself, it would’ve closed them off from experiencing the deep intimacy they shared.And that would’ve been tragic,Ellie thought, as she dropped a series of kisses all over his beautifully damaged leg.
His courage to live and respond from his heart was the most profound sign of bravery and masculinity. Ellie never had to pretend with him and they accepted each other, flaws and all, on an intrinsic, soul level. They saw each other’s imperfections as perfections.
“I need you,” he whispered, voice deep and harsh with desire.
Ellie sent him a wicked smile and began tugging his pants and boxer briefs down. “I know.”
He chuckled, then reached back, grabbed his shirt and pulled it off. “Someone also remembered how to be cocky,” he teased and tossed the t-shirt.
Speaking of cocky and masculine.Her gaze skimmed down his naked body then shamelessly zeroed in on his upright cock. It was big, thick and, if she didn’t know better, reaching new heights. She wrapped her hands around him and squeezed,admiring how he grew even more. “I also remember exactly how you like to be touched, my love,” she whispered.
Wes leaned back on his elbows and she flicked her tongue out, circling his tip. Teasing and squeezing, she explored his hard length, twisting her hands up and down from root to tip. Locking gazes with him, she sucked him into her mouth and noticed the way his nostrils flared and how his hands fisted the bedspread.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he rasped, hips popping up off the mattress. She sucked him deeper, teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Until her eyes watered and she nearly gagged. “Get up here.”
Pulling back and releasing his cock with a pop, she stood up.
“Hurry up and get out of those clothes before I lose my mind.”
She sent him a naughty smile, quickly stripped and then joined him on their bed. His attention moved to the bandage on her shoulder, but her arm was feeling much better thanks to some painkillers and her husband distracting her.
“How’s your arm?” he asked, voice low and concerned.
“Fine. How’s yours?” She nodded to the matching bandage wrapped around his upper arm. They’d both been grazed in almost the exact same spot, but somehow that didn’t surprise her. It’s like they were twin souls, destined to experience the same things.
“Fine enough to do this.” He grabbed and flipped her onto her back so fast, she let out a surprised squeal.
“I forgot how quick you can move.”
He growled, lowering himself between her thighs, and nipped her bottom lip. “Let’s start slowly. Even though it’s probably going to kill me,” he murmured, hand skimming down her side then disappearing between their bodies. “I want to savor you.”
“Mmm…” Ellie arched up, pressing her aching pussy against his palm. His long fingers began to stroke and tease, slipping past her folds and sinking into her core. Lifting her hips, encouraging his thrusting fingers, she moaned when his thumb found her clit and began rubbing. It didn’t take long before she fractured, clenching down on his fingers before he withdrew them. With dazed eyes, Ellie watched him coat his cock with her wetness and desire speared through her.
Getting situated on his elbows, Wes gripped his glistening cock and pumped his hard length once…twice…spreading her juices all over himself. When he dragged his engorged tip along her wet seam, Ellie dropped her legs open in welcome.
“Wes, please…” she begged, needing to feel every inch of his steel length thrusting deep. She wanted to be fucked into oblivion and made love to all at the same time. And that was a technique her husband knew how to do extremely well.
The moment he surged forward, she arched beneath him with a cry. The feel of him stretching and filling her was the most delicious experience and she wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass, rising up to meet his strong strokes.
Every experience with him left her breathless. She’d been a nineteen-year old virgin the first time she’d slept with Wes,but Ellie knew how special their connection was and she’d never questioned it. Giving her virginity to Wes that long ago night on her birthday had been the best decision and every time they were together, he still had the ability to make her feel special.
Sliding her hands up and around, she dug her nails into his back as she felt the pressure and fluttering begin all over again. “Wes…” she cried, lower body tightening. Pleasure shot through her body and his thrusts picked up. Hard, fast, wild. Another wave of intense bliss hit her hard and she shouted his name to the heavens. He shuddered hard above her and filled her with his hot release. Dropping down beside her, Wes pulled her close and kissed her fiercely. When they finally pulled apart, she saw the wonder in his soft, brown eyes.
“You’re being really quiet,” she said, slightly worried, but keeping her tone light. “Usually you’re more vocal.”