Page 61 of Unbreak Me
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
EVE
The sight of my husband on his knees is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. His dark hair is soaked as water droplets fall down his face, catching on his long eyelashes. His full lips are in a grin as he slides my wet, lacy thong down my legs. He nips my ankle before he slowly makes his way up my leg. By the time he gets to my inner thigh, I’m a quivering mess. He’s always been able to make me feel alive, but tonight, knowing he’s my husband has amplified my need for him.
His tongue finds my center, and I moan as I dig my fingers into his soft hair. The white tile feels cool on my back as I lean on it for support. He takes his time, and his light scruff teases and tortures my sensitive skin.
He throws my leg over his shoulder as his fingers dig into my behind, holding me tightly at his mercy. Moaning against my skin, he goes deeper with his tongue as if he can’t get enough of my taste.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you spread wide for me,” he breathes against my skin.
I slide my hand down and make a vee with my fingers, opening myself more to him. He groans in appreciation as he gains access to every part of me. His tongue flicks my sensitive bud, causing me to whimper from the ache that is growing. He pulls and sucks on it before his tongue dives deep again. Sparks shoot down my legs as my orgasm builds.
“Ryder, please.” I rasp out. I’m so close to the edge, but he’s stopping me from going over.
“Is my wife not patient?” I feel him grin against me as he throws my words back in my face.
He brings me to the edge again, and I try to move against his scruff, but he holds me in place, giving me just enough to drive me mad with need. Moaning, I release his hair and reach up to grab my breast, trying to find relief. My whole body is sensitive as I pinch my nipple, causing a deep throbbing in my center.
He pulls back and watches me, the heat in his eyes evident. He loves it when I touch myself. I release my other hand and squeeze them both as I tease and pinch myself.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he rasps out as I grab them harder and moan.
“I want to cum on my husband’s tongue now,” I say, sounding more like a plea. My words have the effect that I wanted.
His eyes become wild with need as his mouth devours me. He wastes no time in giving me what I want as my walls start to tighten, and a blinding wave of pleasure rakes through my body. I cry out his name as my body pulses around him. His moan vibrates against my skin, sending sparks through me. The only thing holding me up is his strong arms grasping my ass. My body completely surrenders to his touch, wanting to melt into him.
He leaves no trace of me untouched. When he’s finally satisfied, he stands, holding me up with his body against the tile. His lips find mine, and he shares my taste on his lips. I feel himhard against me again, and he grins against my cheek as I start to wonder if my body can handle another orgasm. Has anyone ever died from too many orgasms? I bite my lip as my mind wanders. He laughs before releasing it with his teeth.
“Don’t worry. I’m giving you some time to recover before I bury myself in my wife. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then I’ll make us a snack. You are going to need the fuel.” He winks at me before grabbing the body wash. I can’t help but grin at his boyish look. There are definitely worse ways to die, and I can’t think of a better way to go than dying from pleasure given at the hands of my gorgeous husband in front of me.
I dipmy spoon into the cherry garcia ice cream and moan. “I can’t believe you remembered this was my favorite. I’ve been craving this.”
I’m sitting on the island with my feet dangling over the side as my husband leans against the counter and watches me. After our shower, we munched on some appetizers from the wedding before he surprised me with a pint that he pulled from the freezer.
“How could I forget? You begged me that one night to get out in the pouring rain because you had a craving that was so bad, and I quote,I will die if I don’t get some tonight,” he laughs, reaching over and scooping some out of the container we are sharing.
I remember that night. It was a couple of days before I left. It’s always been my favorite flavor, but that night, I couldn’t wait until the next day because the craving was so bad. In fact…
“What’s going on in the head of yours?” He eyes me when he senses my mood change.
“I just realized I craved this all through my pregnancy with Ryland. It was worse in the beginning, and that night, I was pregnant. We just didn’t know it yet,” I say softly. “What if…”
“What if you are craving it now because you are pregnant?” Setting his spoon down on the counter, he steps between my legs. I nod and glance down. He lifts my chin with his fingers and searches my eyes. “Tell me what’s got that worried look on your face.”
“I know we said we would let fate decide the timing, but I’ve thrown a lot at you these past three weeks. I’ve had three years to get used to being a parent, and now you may be thrown into two all at once. I just don’t want it to be too much for you too soon,” I sigh.
“Do I look like someone who is worried?” I study his face and take in the excitement brimming in his eyes. His lips stretch into a smile, and I can’t help but grin back.
“No,” I chuckle as I feel his joy radiating off of him, releasing any doubt I have.
“If you are pregnant right now,” he says, putting his hand to my bare stomach, “then I’ll buy the whole damn supply of cherry garcia for you.” We both laugh before he turns serious. “I’m not worried, Eve, because it’s you. If the last years have taught me anything, it’s to grab onto the happiness while you have it right in front of you and another daughter or son…I can’t think of anything that would make me happier.”
I put my hand over his on my belly. “I can’t think of anything either,” I whisper, getting excited at the thought that another part of him could be growing inside me right now.
Smiling, he bends down close to my lips. “You have a little ice cream right here…” his tongue comes out to taste the corner of my lips. “Mmmmm. I think this might be my favorite flavor, too.”
“Maybe you should have a little bit more,” I smile and dip my finger in the ice cream before placing some on my neck.
