Page 268 of Keep This Promise
She nods. “Yes, and when I was sick, you were there.”
I push her hair back. “Always.”
“Then there was richer or poorer.”
That’s a very complicated one. We are incredibly rich with money neither of us wants to touch.
She moves to the next button. “No matter what, that’s not an issue for either of us.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Then there’s the love part, which I have quite in hand.”
I smile. “That’s a good thing. Honor was another,” I remind her.
“Yes, I recall. And obey was one, which I just did.”
My shirt falls open, and I nod. “Yes, you did very good with that.”
Sophie’s eyes find mine. “The better or worse part we brushed past.”
Because it’s too hard to think about. Almost losing Eden and then her isn’t something I ever want to think about again. I want to move forward, forget all the bad things that happened, and rejoice in what’s to come.
“I think we endured the worst.”
“I agree, husband. Now, I’d like us to have the good. Is there something I can do to make that possible?”
“Come stand here,” I tell her.
She does. Sophie is always incredibly sexy, but when she lets me take control like this, I want to fall to her feet and pay homage to her.
“Take my clothes off.”
She pulls my pants off, grinning at me as her hand wraps around my cock. She pumps a few times, and her name falls from my lips as she releases her hold.
“Now what?” she asks.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
She drops down, giving me a coy smile as she looks up at me from under lust-heavy lashes. I take my cock in my hand, jerking it a few times as she watches. “I want to touch you,” she confesses.
“Then touch.”
Her hand replaces mine, stroking with perfect pressure. “I love you.”
I rub my thumb against her cheek. “I love you.”
“I want to show you.”
“You do every day,” I tell her.
Sophie shakes her head. “Not this way.” Her hand falls away, and her lips wrap around me. I moan as she takes me deep, the heat of her mouth moving through my veins like liquid fire.
“That’s it, baby, suck my cock.” I rest my hand on the top of her head, forcing myself not to push her down harder.
Then she moves her other hand to my wrist, doing exactly that.
“Fuck!” I groan and grip her hair. I set the pace but manage to use a bit of restraint, savoring every second. She takes me deep, moving up and down in a steady pace that has my head spinning.
