Page 157 of Fall I Want
“You’re a dirty girl.”
“You like it,” she quips as soon as the fresh air hits our cheeks.
“No, Pumpkin. I fuckingloveit.”
Chapter 37
Zane
The next morning, after I eat Autumn for breakfast, we go downstairs, where I prepare the batter for a batch of pumpkin pancakes.
Autumn sits at a high bar stool in the kitchen, looking so pretty in one of my old T-shirts and plaid pajama pants.
“This smell reminds me of the coffee shop in the fall,” she says.
“Do you want to return to work?” I ask. Her vacation isn’t even over for three more weeks, but it’s not something we’ve discussed in depth. Whatever she wants to do, I will support her. It’s her decision. The deal was she would go back on November first. I selfishly don’t want her to.
“I think I want to try to write again and decide later,” she tells me confidently. “You inspire me so much.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you.” I drop the spatula in the bowl and move to her, sliding my fingers through her hair to kiss her so damn softly. “Stay right here. Okay?”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a surprise!” Quickly, I jog up the stairs and enter the closet, pulling out a gift bag. When I return to the kitchen, she’s grinning wide as I hand it to her. She pulls the tissue out and unwraps the golden paper.
“A new laptop.”
I nod. “The best for my pumpkin. I’ve waited a month for this moment.”
She sets it down on the countertop and stands to hug me tight. “Thank you.”
“I’m already your biggest fan,” I say, smiling and kissing her. So damn happy that she’s taking the steps to go after her dreams. “Think you’ll make that deadline?”
“It depends on howinspiredI am.” She waggles her brows.
I reach around, grabbing a handful of her ass, capturing her lips. “Mm. I look forward to helping with that.”
She laughs against my mouth, pulling me to her. “You do without even trying.”
This pleases me. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, reaching forward and slipping her hands into my pajama bottoms. I’m already hard for her again.
I swallow as she strokes me. Her eyes twinkle with want and need. My wife craves me.
“If you keep it up, I’ll fuck you right here on this counter,” I growl as she peppers soft kisses along my stomach. I fist my fingers in her hair.
“You’d be a whole lot cooler if you did,” she mutters against my lips as I pull down her bottoms. Autumn lifts her shirt, nipples hard as pebbles. With my arm around her waist, I move her closer, capturing her nipple and flicking it with my tongue. She moans out as she continues to stroke me, then she drops to her knees in front of me.
My perfect girl opens her mouth wide, taking me in.
“Careful,” I warn when she shoves me to the back of her throat. She looks up at me, greedily working me with her hands and her hot mouth.
“Show me,” I say, and she removes her shirt completely. Hertitties bounce and I place my hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her down farther.
“Fuck,” I growl. If she keeps it up, I will fill her throat full of my hot, sticky cum. I desperately need inside of her.
She works me to the brink, and right before I come, I pull away, her lips popping. With hooded eyes, she bends forward, licking at the pool of pleasure that leaked from my tip.
