Page 35 of Wild Ever After
“Mmm hmm…” she agreed.
He helped her to her feet and kissed her soundly, sweeping his tongue in her mouth, sharing in the taste that was all him. She’d always loved that he kissed her after she blew him. He wasn’t afraid of his own cum, the same as she wasn’t afraid of hers. She loved the taste of them together most of all.
“Thank you,” he whispered, hugging her close, the water beating down on her quickly turning from lukewarm to cold. It was becoming even more uncomfortable than the tile had been on her knees.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, beginning to shiver.
Harry reached around and turned the shower off. “Let’s get you out of here, dried off, and into bed.”
“I’m not tired anymore.”
“I didn’t say you were going to be sleeping.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He waggled his eyebrows while toweling her shoulders and arms. “Oh.”
Her pulse began to pick up speed at the prospect of more play. The indulgence of hours of play used to be reserved for Sunday’s in the Walker household and often in either the early, pre-dawn hours before the kids woke up, or late at night after the kids were in bed. Playing in the middle of the day had become something of a new thing once their youngest moved out.
It had taken Bella a while to figure out what to do with her Sundays, from morning to the midnight. She’d eventually taken to reading the day away or binge-watching movies and television shows. She cooked decadent foods and simply comforted herself.
She’d missed the play, the intimacy, the connection with Harry.
She needed those things back.
And it looked like, for now, for this moment, and this Saturday after her birthday, she was going to get them.
“I can dry myself, you know,” she said when he rubbed the towel over her very sensitive nipples and under her breasts.
“Yes, I do know.” He spent more time than necessary on her belly and hips. “But allow me, please, Ms. Independent.”
Was he teasing her?
She’d always been independent, but she was even more so now.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he said as though he was reading her thoughts, while moving the towel down her thighs and over her shins and calves. “I’ve never wanted you to be dependent on me for more than your pleasure.”
He knelt and dabbed at the water on her feet.
“Harry…”
“I’ve never wanted more than your happiness. I’ve never wanted to be less than your soul’s happiness, Bella. You were incredible when I first met you and you’re incredible now. You gave me and our family everything. You gave me your faith and your trust that I would always watch out for you and never strip you of that which made you, you.”
He looked up at her and she lost the ability to breathe at the look of reverent adoration in his eyes.
“I love you as much today as I did the day I first saw you. I won’t squander this second chance to be your husband and your dominant. I will not give you up and I will never send you away again.”
The vow he made was more solemn than the one he’d made when they married and one she took to heart even more.
“I know and I won’t squander this second chance to be your wife and your submissive.”
He hugged her, his arms wrapped around her hips, his head resting against her lower belly.
This man. This strong, confident, dominant man was on his knees… For her.
She’d never known love could be this way, so encompassing after so long.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice thready and filled with tears. “Thank you for coming for me.” She took a shaky breath when he let go of her and made to stand. “Sir?”
