Page 84 of Hideaway Whirlwind
“I didn’t know a person could love another this much,” Elliott says, his broad shoulders shaking. “Every day, I keepthinking, surely this is it—my heart can’t get any fuller without bursting. But then you go and do something like this, and—”
“Elliott…”
He takes a shuddering breath and lifts his head.
“That’s how much I love you, too.”
“I know.” He stands partially and brings his right hand up to cradle my face, his ring from Meredith warm on my cheek. “I can feel your love like a living and breathing entity, all the time.”
“It is,” I say, meeting his lips for a kiss. “It’sreal.”
The next time the nurse enters my room, it’s to find Elliott asleep with his head once more on my lap, his big body contorted to fit the majority of his frame on the bed with his long legs and feet hanging off the end.
“We’re going to need another minute,” I tell the nurse, at peace with holding Killian and my bear close to my heart as the storm outside rages on.
* * *
16 years later
“Wake up, Mama,” Elliott whispers after turning off my alarm, gliding his hand up and over my hip to cup my stomach beneath the comforter, spooning me from behind.
“A few more minutes,” I beg, pushing my face into my pillow.
“Do you need help waking up?” He nips at the crook of my shoulder with a soft chuckle.
I hum, clenching my thighs and rubbing my feet together. It’s myfavoriteway to wake up, though my husband, without fail, always asks beforehand.
The bed shifts when Elliott slips off the mattress, sliding me to the edge with me still curled on my side, only my bottom hanging off in the open air.Ooooh, so this is the one he’s going with. I bite my bottom lip and arch my back when Elliott flips my long T-shirt up and works my panties down my thighsjuuuuuustenough.
His chest rumbles with a deep growl of male satisfaction when he kisses one asscheek, spreads my pussy lips, then pushes his middle finger inside me, testing how ready I am. And, oh, I’m already getting there, letting my mouth fall open with a moan when I shift my top knee higher toward my chest.
“Oh yeah, Mama. You’re feeling good, aren’t you?”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy.”
Elliott pushes a second finger inside me once I’ve adjusted. I’m full-on fucking his fingers, rolling my hips back and forth when Elliott’s wet thumb brushes my backside. We’ve tried, over the years, to fit more than two of his fingers back there, but his cock is simply too big to fit more than an inch inside. Of course, when I told him that, he said it brought him as much pleasure as it would to be inside me, his ego stroked.
It hasn’t stopped us from finding other ways to have fun with it, though, and I know that’s exactly where we’re headed when he brings me to orgasm on his fingers and flips me on my back instead of immediately filling me with his dick.
“It’s going to be cold,” he says with a grin, his broad chest bare when he turns the side lamp on so he can find his cute silver-framed glasses and put them on before he opens the top drawer of his nightstand.
I’m already shivering before he’s popped the cap on the bottle of lube we keep stocked, and I kick off my panties. I hook my hands behind my knees, offering myself to my husband, who has never once made me regret choosing him. The lines of his forehead and beside his eyes have etched themselves deeper over the years, his eyesight having worsened faster than we expected, but his hair and beard are as thick as they ever were, his body and heart as strong as a man more than half his age, his clever mind sharp. He’s still a force to be reckoned with.
And so is his hard cock, which he preps with lube, then my ass after shoving his sweatpants down. I breathe in deeply with each slow thrust of his right index finger into my ass, then an added second. I empty my mind of tension when he presses his crown against my entrance. It’s a simultaneous attack, his left thumb on my clit while he applies pressure to my ass. I try to remain relaxed beneath his watchful eye, which is why he needed his glasses in the first place, while he takes cues from any small changes in my body language.
“Still feeling good?” He knows the answer isyes, but I love that he continues to check in with me.
“So good. The best, Daddy.” I try to swallow, pulling my knees up higher as I bear down against his crown. “Keep going.”
“Almost there,” he says, adding more lube. “Deep breath, Mama.” As soon as I follow his instructions, he exhales harshly, pushing past the last bit of resistance until the rim of my ass swallows his crown. “Ah, fuck, I’m in.” And that’s as far as he’ll go.
He gives me a few moments to collect myself, his breathing labored as I squirm. Only when I’ve adjusted to this newfullness does he lube up his left index and middle fingers and feed them into my pussy. Being stretched by both his fingers and the head of his cock while he also strums my clit is a pleasure unlike any other. He doesn’t even thrust in and out of my ass to find his own pleasure. I do that for him as I writhe under his touch. With as wet and sensitive as I am after my first orgasm, it doesn’t take long to build toward my next climax.
“Yeah, you’re feeling good, alright,” he rumbles, working his fingers in and out of me faster as my mouth falls open with a long, breathy moan. “Fucking love it when you dance on my dick, Mama.”
“Yes, yes—” I moan gutturally when he adds a surprise third finger, upping the tempo as he plays me like an instrument.
“And I love the way you take me.” He chokes on a breath when my ass clenches around his swollen, fat tip. “So good to me. So good. You’re gonna make me cum, just like this.”
