Page 14 of With You

“Want my cock?” he taunts.

I clench around him. “Like my next breath.”

Deacon drags out his fingers and slaps my ass, the emptiness has an unintelligible sound leaving my mouth. He shuffles usboth up the mattress, maneuvering us till he’s leaning against the headboard, thighs spread wide and cock resting beautifully against his stomach.

His lust-filled eyes dance over my body as he strokes himself, smearing his pre-cum up and down his length. Searching for the lube, I find the bottle within arm’s reach and liberally squeeze some into my palm.

Straddling his thighs, I wrap my hand around him and make a mess of his cock. His large hands reach around to my ass, squeezing and caressing. “Make sure you’re ready too.”

Our gazes lock as he spreads my cheeks. Still slick, I know this is just for show, and like a good husband, I perform. I run my fingers down my crease and tease my hole, even my own touch too much. I breach myself, one digit and then another, and when Deacon teases my rim, adding to the pressure and the pleasure, I beg, “Please, Deac. Fuck me. Please.”

Nudging me forward, my hands land on his shoulders, catching myself. My head falls between us, and I have the perfect view of him lining his beautiful cock up with my ass. His crown presses against my hole, and my head snaps up as we both groan in anticipation.

His hand reaches for my face, his thumb skating across my jaw, the switch from greedy to gentle unmissable.

“Let me watch you fall apart, baby,” he says. “I want to see you come on my cock.’

The words are filthy, but his voice is nothing but tender. I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming yet welcome. My chest aches with the feeling of coming home, content with the sense of belonging that comes with loving and being loved by this man.

His hand curls around my neck, bringing my mouth to his. The kiss is full of adoration and reverence as he wordlessly hands me control.

In complete sync with one another, I take and he gives, over and over, up and down.

“I love you,” he says against my lips, our bodies flush, his cock buried deep. “I love being so wrapped up in you that your heart beats for us and my lungs breathe for us. There is no beginning and no end, there’s just you and me.”

I want to cry and I want to come, my heart so full it feels like a stretched balloon, my dick so hard it throbs. His hips rock up into me, his cock nudging my prostate, and every part of me feels like it will spill over. I slam my mouth to his as he wraps his hand around my heavy length, unable to formulate the right words, knowing my body will do it justice.

I rise and fall in desperation, riding him, using him, owning him. He wants to start every day with me and I want to end every day with him. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as tingles race down my spine and my balls tighten in anticipation. Our bodies move in a heated frenzy. The love between us is palpable, Deacon and I trying to encompass the magnitude of our love in every movement.

Thrust. I love you.Stroke. I want forever with you.Touch.I would die without you.Kiss. I will always choose you.

“Deacon,” I cry out. “I’m so close.”

“Me too. Come with me,” he commands as his hand pumps my shaft. “I want to see you come all over me while I fill you up.”

Between the promise of what’s to come and the adrenaline of the day, I welcome the familiar free-falling feeling as my body explodes in euphoria. The orgasm rocks me to my core, and I shout as thick ropes of cum spill onto Deacon’s stomach.

“So fucking beautiful,” Deacon growls, effortlessly rolling us over till my back is flat against the mattress. My legs are spread wide, my body open for him, as he brutally thrusts into me. I feel his cock pulse and twitch inside me as his climax hits. He moans in my ear as his cum floods my hole.

My chest rises and falls, my body lazy and lax, as we both come down from the high, neither one of us able to speak, neither one of us wanting to move. We stare at one another in contented silence, nothing else in the room besides the smell of sex and the sound of both of us breathing.

Deacon’s cock softens and I dread the thought of him leaving my body. As if he can read my mind, his gaze catches on mine, and I gasp as he replaces his shaft with his fingers, pushing his cum deep inside me. It’s possessive and primal, and just another way to remind me I’m his and he’s mine.

No beginning. No end.

Only him and me.

Me and him.

Husbands.

PART 2

THE LIFE WE CHOSE

JULIAN

Looking down at the baby girl in my arms, I slowly but reluctantly begin to lower her into her crib. Swaddled tightly, she is the epitome of peace, an absolute contrast to the tired, screaming baby she was only minutes ago.

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