Page 122 of Sweet Escape
“I’m going to run you a bath,” I say. “Stay put until I get back.”
“Sir. Yes, sir.”
“You’re playing with fire, Pretty Girl,” I say with a backward glance as I pad down the hallway toward our bedroom.
“Maybe I want to get burned,” she calls after me with a giggle.
Olivia Sullivan, my future wife, submerged in a bathtub with bubbles up to her neck, might be the death of me. Her head is tipped back against the side of the tub, her pink-tipped toes peeking out at the bottom as she hums a quiet tune.
I hold out one of the big, plush yellow towels, the ones she bought specifically because they wrap all the way around her body. “Come on, baby mama. Time to get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“You’ll see.”
She steps out of the tub, and I let my eyes rake over her body as I dry her off inch by inch. Her breasts are fuller, her hips wider, and there’s a trail of fresh pink stretch marks on her belly. My favorite part is the horizontal scar tucked beneath her bellythat reminds me to cherish every moment I have with them, like it could be my last.
“You’re drooling, Big Guy.”
“Can you blame me?” I smirk. “Have you seen yourself?”
“Right back at ya.” She pops onto her toes to kiss my cheek. “But hurry up, I want my surprises.”
I toss the towel to the side and guide her to the sink, pressing down on her back, encouraging her to lean over the vanity.
“Just one taste first.”
“Wilder—”
“Shh. It’s my turn to eat breakfast.”
I kick her feet apart, locking eyes in the mirror as I drop to my knees and spread her cheeks. Burying my face in her perfect cunt, I lick her from ass to clit, and she releases a full-body shudder. “Mmm. So goddamn sweet.”
I take my time working her up, bringing her right to the edge of her release, her body shaking beneath my touch.
“More. Please.”
“You want my fingers?”
“God, yes.”
“Mmm. It’s been a while since you called me that.”
“Wilder. Please, baby.”
“You beg so prettily.” I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy, stroking her walls as I continue to devour her with my tongue. She clenches around me. I slide my thumb through her wetness and up to her ass. She lets out a guttural groan as I slowly push inside and add a third finger to her pussy. My fingers work her over, stroking against her G-spot, but it’s not until I suck her clit between my lips that her body convulses and she gushes all over my beard.
“Fuck yes. That was so goddamn sexy. Such a good fucking girl.”I stand and slap her ass, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
Her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, her eyes hazy as she smiles lazily back at me. “Did I just squirt on your face?”
“Fuck yeah, you did. Wanna do it again?”
She slumps down on her forearms, closing her eyes. “I don’t think I can move.”
I chuckle, reaching for a washcloth to clean us up before wrapping her in a plush bathrobe and kissing her temple.
“Do I get my surprises now?” she asks.
