Page 60 of Wake Me Up
“I wish you could stay.” She seems conflicted. “At least for a while so I could help out with the situation going on in your pants, but I feel—” She stops, looking down. “I feel weird, being here, in a house I shared with Jamie. A house that holds so many memories with him, you know? Plus, it’ll be our first time together.” She cringes. “I’m sorry.”
I clutch her chin, pressing my lips to her cheek. “Freya, you have nothing to apologize for.” I move my hands to hers, holding them. “I’ll wait as long as you need. I’m all in when it comes to you.” I kiss the corner of her mouth before I pull back and wink in an attempt to lighten the mood. “As long as I can sext you, I’ll be a happy man.”
“Consider it a deal,” she says sweetly, standing on her tiptoes and brushing her lips to mine. “Just so you know … I’m not going back to work for at least another week, and tomorrow, my mom is coming over to stay with the kids while I run some errands. Will you be home? I’d love to come see you.” Mischief covers her face. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll even benaked.”
“Well, in that case, fucking right I will be home,” I say, my cock twitching, just imagining her showing up naked at my house.
Grazing her fingertips under the waistband of my briefs, she bites down on her lip. “In that case, see you tomorrow, big guy.”
I pull her against me, kissing her neck. “Yeah, and you can be reminded of how big I am,” I growl against her flesh before dragging my tongue against her skin.
She lets out a sound that’s a mix of a moan and a giggle before she steps back. “I’ll walk you to the door,” she says, smirking.
And as I follow her to the door, my brain can hardly function because all I’m thinking about is her coming to my house tomorrow. And I fully intend to take her to my bed.
Iwalk through my house one last time, making sure it’s clean and that everything is perfect. I don’t want to get ahead of myself here, but today might be the day …
I might get to fuck my wife for the first time.
I’ve thought about it so many times. I’ve covered my hand in cum, and I’ve dreamed about it too. And if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be okay with it because she’ll be worth the wait. But at the risk of sounding like a pig, I really, really hope it happens.
The camera alerts me that a vehicle is in the driveway, and I know it’s her. I don’t want to come off like a pathetic loser, but I also don’t want to be the kind of husband who doesn’t greet his wife at the door, so I walk to the door and pull it open just as she’s getting out of her car. Her face lights up when she sees me, but there’s also a certain look of bashfulness she wears, and I’m guessing that’s because when we left things last night, it seemed like we might be getting naked and rolling around today.
Fuck, I hope so.
“Hey, beautiful,” I drawl as she heads toward me. “You look pretty today.”
She doesn’t say anything back, but just moves closer to me. I hold my hand out, but she doesn’t take it; instead, she steps right up to me and angles her chin up. Her palms cup my face, and she drags it downward until we’re kissing. Her kiss tastes sweet, just like everything about her, and my dick jolts.
Pulling back, she smiles up at me. “Hi there,” she coos. “Nice to see you.”
I don’t know what’s gotten into her today, but I like it, and when she drops her hand down, I grab it and lead us into the house, hoping she’ll be completely naked and underneath me soon.
Tripp playfully lifts me up and sets my ass on the granite countertop before nudging my legs apart until they are spread enough for him to step between them. He looks good enough to eat today in his gray sweatpants and navy-blue T-shirt that hugs his muscles in all the right ways.
Today is the day I’m going to have sex with my new husband, and I’m a little self-conscious. I’ve had three kids, and I certainly don’t work out every day or watch what I eat the way he does. My skin is soft, not hard. Then again, the way he’s always digging his fingertips into it, maybe he likes soft and squishy.
He drives his head into my neck friskily, running his nose along my flesh. “Fuck, you always smell so good, darlin’,” His lips suck on my skin, making me practically pant. “And I already know you taste good.”
His cock swells in his pants, poking against my heat through my leggings, and I fasten my legs around him tighter.
“I want you inside of me,” I breathe out. “Please …”
He pulls back, smirking down at me. “You don’t need to beg me to put my dick inside of you, baby. I’d do it anyway.”
He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me down the hallway and into his room. It’s tidier than any room in my house—but what should I have expected? He lives alone.
Gently, he tosses me onto his bed and stares down. Reaching for my leggings, he slowly peels them down, along with my thong, and tosses them on the floor. My eyes fixate on the huge bulge in his sweatpants, making me squirm beneath him.
“Like what you see, darlin’?” his thick, Southern accent drawls deeply. “You want to watch it get hard in my hand?”
Nodding quickly, I chew on my lip so much that I’m surprised it’s not bleeding.
When he peels his sweatpants down, his cock springs free, and I don’t know how it could possibly get any harder or bigger. If it does, I panic it won’t fit inside of me.
Tripp must read the fear in my eyes because he smirks. “You’ll take it just fine, baby. Don’t be scared. I’ll go easy.”
His hand wraps around the base of his cock, and his chin lifts slightly as he starts to work his hand up and down over his length.
