Page 62 of Wake Me Up
Luckily, she’s so wet, allowing me to easily slide further as she stretches to accommodate me. And soon, she’s thrusting her hips against mine in an attempt to push me deeper.
“That’s it, my good girl,” I coo. “Feel good, baby?”
“Y-yes,” she chokes out. “Fuck me, Tripp. I need all of your cock right now.”
“Such a fucking slut for your husband’s dick, aren’t you, baby?” I grunt, thrusting harder and faster.
“Yes,” she says through seemingly gritted teeth. “I want to be your slut. Always.”
Something about the wordalwayshas me fucking her even harder than her saying she wants to be my slut. Fuck, this woman turns me on so much, and I thrust my hips back and forth, loving the sting of her nails digging into my flesh.
Her hand drops lower, burrowing into my ass cheek and pushing me deeper into her heat. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly and bringing our mouths together.
I’m going to come, and I’d tell her so that she knew, but I can feel her pussy starting to throb. She’s coming right along with me.
Our motions slow down, but my thrusts stay deep as I pull back slightly and stare into her eyes. Her mouth falls open, and her nails press into my skin, no doubt leaving a mark. We don’t say a word as she pulsates on my cock, and my cock explodes deep inside of her tight, soaked heat. Instead, we both exhale sharply, begging for air because neither of us can fucking breathe.
And when it’s over and our souls have returned to our bodies, I tell her a truth because my feelings for her are undeniable, and I’ve never wanted someone so badly before.
“My whole life, I’ve been unbreakable. But you have the power to send me into fucking ruins, Freya.” I stop, staring into her eyes so she knows my words are real. “And I don’t think you even see it.”
Her lip trembles, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. “I love you,” she whispers. “So much that it scares me.”
“I promise you, there’s nothing to be scared of.”
Her eyes dance between mine as more tears stream down. “Okay.” She swallows with a nod. “I trust you.”
I can’t help but to kiss her lips roughly. And as I collapse beside her, pulling her body against mine, I realize I could go my whole entire life and I’ll never want another woman. She’s all I want or need.
I hold Freya in my arms, both of us still completely naked, like we have been the past hour. I know she’ll need to go soon because she has real errands to run, but I want to keep her here as long as I can.
I run my fingers over her stomach, and she giggles before putting her arms around herself.
“Would you stop playing with my stretch marks? It’s kinda rude.”
I frown. “Freya, you have the sexiest body I’ve ever laid my hands on,” I tell her, shoving her hands out of the way and grazing my fingertips along her again. “I noticed these tiny little scars. Where did you get them from?”
She grows quiet and stiff under my touch. “Aviana’s delivery was pretty scary. I knew I didn’t want any more kids after that.”
Leaning forward, I push her gently away from me so that her back is against the mattress, and I press my lips to one scar before running my lips to the next. I’m not sure what happened during her labor that made her have those types of scars, but I don’t want to press her for information on it either. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.
Relaxing back, I pull her against my side again.
“Speaking of Avy, I wanted to run something by you, but it’s okay if you tell me no.” I don’t want to come off as an idiot for what I’m about to ask her because I know there are certain rules for her recovery after brain surgery. “Once Avy is feeling better and gets the all clear from her doctor to resume normal activities, would it be okay if she went to a concert?”
I can feel Freya’s cheek move against my side, telling me she’s smiling.
“I don’t see why not,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my ribs. “A concert, huh?”
“The other day, she was talking about loving the Jonas Brothers.” I stop, grimacing a bit because I’ve never listened to a single song of theirs. “They are coming to Boston next month. Would that be enough time for her to recover?”
She sits up, looking me in the eye. “You want to take Aviana to a Jonas Brothers concert?” She puts her hand against her lips. “Are you serious, Tripp?”
“Are they bad? Do they sing songs with swear words?” I panic. “I thought they were a boy band, but I didn’t do much research. Sorry, I—”
“No, no. They are not bad, and they are indeed a boy band,” she says, stopping me by pressing a finger to my lips. “I just can’t believe you would think to do that.” Her eyebrows pull together. “You’re always so damn thoughtful.” She cups my cheek. “Avy is going to freak out, Tripp. You have no idea.”
“I just … I guess I feel like I do a lot of stuff with the boys. You know, batting cages with Cane, where he kicks my ass and embarrasses me, and all the lessons with Cash. I want to do something for Aves too.”
