Torn (34 page)

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
      

I tried to swing my legs off the bed to stand and remove my dress, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back toward him. “What are you doing? I have to take this off,” I said, waving my hand over my wedding gown.

“No way. We’re going to have sex fully clothed. Don’t you know you’re supposed to leave your dress on the first time you make love to your husband?” I loved nothing more than feeling Eli’s naked skin pressed against mine, but the thought of having sex with all our clothes on
was
kind of a turn-on.

“Okay,” I conceded, positioning myself so I was hovering over his exposed length. “But first I want to taste you. Is that all right with you,
husband
?” I asked, my desire shining bright for him to witness. His answer was a sultry lick of his lips and a small thrust of his hips. His thumb placed at the base of his cock, he held himself upright for my mouth. The sight was erotic.

It was perfect.

A single moan escaped before I made contact, the tip of him rubbing against my lips. He was so hard I was sure it was painful, but I wanted to take my time, explore the steely length of him and taste his essence as a drop of pre-cum appeared.

The tip of my tongue licked his excitement, my warm breath coating him and making him writhe underneath me.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Stop teasing me, woman.” His pleas were muffled, his tone gruff while he waited for me to suck him.

“Because it
is
our wedding night, I’ll give you what you want.” I flattened my tongue and ran it over him, from root to tip. “Do you like that?” Closing my lips over the top of him, I pulled him in deep, tasting as much of him as I could fit, which was only about half. He was rather wide, and long, and if I had any hope of not gagging I had to take it slow.

“You have no idea how sexy the view is from up here,” he groaned, tilting his hips and pushing himself further into my mouth. He restrained himself enough so he wasn’t too rough, but his body was telling me to pick up the pace or else he would have no choice.

“Patience,” I whispered, but he didn’t hear me, too many expletives falling from his mouth while he tried to control himself. Circling my fingers around him, I pleasured him faster, my hand aiding in my attempt to make him fall apart. I was hungry for him, wanting his release more than anything right then, but for some reason he tried to stop me.

“No…Kalista…stop,” he writhed. “Don’t…don’t make me come yet,” he cried out, but I was already on a mission. I lifted my eyes to meet his and I almost came myself from the look on his face. The muscles of his neck strained, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth as he held on to the last strand of sanity. He was so close…so close that if I didn’t slow down, he would explode down the back of my throat in less than ten seconds. But I was greedy, and I wanted all of him.

Taking him as deep as I could, the hollows of my cheeks sucking him hard as I pulled back, I flicked the tip of my tongue over his head, twirling it around and around until he filled my mouth, hot salty ribbons of his climax shooting down the back of my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed himself in and out, over and over again, fucking my mouth and milking every last bit of pleasure he could.

Once he’d come back down, he fell from my mouth with a small popping sound. Sitting up straight, I wiped the corners of my mouth proper-like, as if I was dining in an upscale restaurant and had just devoured an expensive meal. Then again, Eli
was
priceless.

He laughed at my display, the sound low and sexy, music to my ears. Then his face took on a serious expression before he spoke. “I wanted to come inside you, not in your mouth. Not the first time, at least.”

I straddled his waist and held his eyes with mine. “But I was hungry,” I pouted, a mock apologetic smile kicking up my lips. “You wouldn’t want me to starve, now would you?” I wasn’t relenting and he knew it. So he caved.

“Of course not,” he admitted, pulling me up his body until I hovered over his mouth. “And now it’s time for
me
to eat. But first, I want you to turn around and brace your arms on the headboard.” I did as instructed, standing and twisting around until my back was to him. Backing up, I lowered my body until my pussy was directly over his face, my arms resting on the back of the headboard to steady me. I was in reverse cowgirl, but over his mouth instead of his cock.

“Hmmm…I’m very hungry, but I’m going to make this quick because I have this incessant need to bury myself inside you.” Without another word, he licked me, bracing my body by placing his hands under my thighs, allowing me to give him some of my weight so I could fully enjoy his assault.

“Yes…yes. Right there,” I moaned, the feel of his mouth pushing me closer to the edge. His lips sucked on my clit as his tongue feasted on me, harder and harder until I was rocking back and forth, chasing my orgasm faster than ever before. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure, my body convulsing on his tongue that when I threw my head back, I hit the wall behind me. Not hard, but enough to make a sound. But a little knock on the noggin was nothing compared to the feeling of losing myself to my husband.

“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting me with his arms which were braced under my legs until I was standing on the bed again. “I heard that.” He chuckled once he realized I was completely fine.
      

“Yes. I’m fine. But know I would smack my head again and again if it meant I was going to have such powerful orgasms,” I laughed back. Taking a few steps, I turned around to face him, lowered myself and straddled his waist. He helped me lift my gown, multiple layers of tulle underneath momentarily hampering my ability to own and possess him with my body.

Finding the seam of my white lace panties, he moved them aside, lined himself at my entrance and pushed inside me as I was still gripping the hem of my dress. I let go of the material and instantly placed my hands on his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt as I steadied myself.

Eli reached up and traced his fingers over my collarbone, teasing my flesh as he ran his hand up and behind my neck, bringing me down to meet him. “You feel so fucking good, wife.” He smiled, his tongue parting his lips as he licked them teasingly. His eyes became hazy the more he moved, the seduction of his hips pumping into me, sending my pleasure into overdrive.

I met him thrust for thrust, his resolve weakening the closer he came to flying off the cliff with me. “Baby,” I purred, my gyrations creating the perfect friction to bring me that much closer to convulsing all over him again.

His sweet breath danced over my face as he looked lovingly into my eyes. “I love you so much,” he groaned, driving himself deeper into me with each word.

“And I love you.” I captured his mouth and owned him, showing him with my kiss what I couldn’t express with mere words. “I’m so close,” I warned, impaling myself on his cock as the shards of pleasure threatened to destroy me.

“In that case,” he gritted, grabbing hold of my hips and rocking me back and forth on top of him. He was unbelievably deep, hitting every sensitive nerve he could, driving me closer to the brink. His movements came faster and faster until we were both spiraling out of control, my head thrown back and my breath stifled in my lungs.

His hand circled my throat as he roared out his release moments later. He never applied much pressure but the possession he demonstrated was intense, enough to draw out my pleasure a few seconds longer.

I truly belong to this man, as he belongs to me.

Later on, as we lay in each other’s arms, he asked me a question I wasn’t expecting to hear. “Do you want more children? Because we can certainly work on it as soon as you’re ready.” His lips tickled mine and it was the most welcome feeling. I loved having him close, feeling him against me, the air he breathed mixed with mine. A tiny piece of our souls joining together for all time.

I’d meant to break the news to him earlier but I was waiting for the exact moment, and it seemed the time had finally arrived to make my confession.

“Funny you should ask me that,” I said, turning my head to see his expression. “Because you’re going to be a father again sooner rather than later.”

KALISTA

“B
reathe, baby,” he whispered in my ear, the warmth of his words doing nothing to distract me. “Breathe,” he repeated, grasping my hand tightly in his. I tried my hardest to focus on something. Anything. But the pain was too great.

I guessed what they said was true: a woman remembered the pain of childbirth like that of a migraine. You know what it felt like, but forgot the intensity until you were experiencing it again. Although to compare a headache to pushing a tiny human out of your body was simply ludicrous.

When I’d had Holden, there was pain, yes, but it never lasted as long. Luckily, he was a rather quick birth. My water had broken and four hours later, he’d come into the world with a healthy, high-pitched scream.

This delivery was much, much harder. I was older, for one, the toll of the pregnancy having greater effects on my body. I was constantly exhausted, barely having enough strength and energy to get out of bed in the morning the past two weeks. While I was thankful it was time, I was a little scared, as well.

Agony ricocheted through my body, a cry hurling from my mouth before I even knew it was coming. “Oh, my God!” I screamed, squeezing Eli’s hand so hard I saw him wince. I’d been in labor for ten hours already, and it wasn’t going very well. The doctor said I was only two centimeters dilated, so I had quite a ways to go. The thing was I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I knew I had no choice, but wishing away the day was soon becoming my favorite fantasy.

“You’re doing good, baby,” Eli comforted, brushing the hair off my forehead. “Real good,” he repeated.

While I loved my husband dearly, the sound of his voice was grating on my last nerve. “Honey,” I said, turning to face him as another contraction ripped through me. “If you say one more fucking word, I’m going to kill you,” I threatened, clenching my teeth and trying my best to breathe through the pain.

My mother walked through the door as he was probably about to apologize, bringing a cup of ice chips with her. She witnessed the distressed look on my face and quickly rushed to my side. Handing me the cup as soon as my body relaxed, she ushered Eli away from the side of the bed.

“Why don’t you go and get something to eat, Eli. You haven’t left her side since you two arrived last night.”

“I don’t want to miss anything. I wasn’t there when Holden was born, so I want to experience everything right along with her,” he told my mom. The subject of him not being present when his son was born was a topic we’d discussed a few times, working through the regret on both sides. So when he said the words aloud again to someone else, they didn’t quite have the negative effect they had months before. I’d forgiven myself for the decisions I’d made back then. But then again, I didn’t have a choice; Eli hounded me until I relented, acknowledging our lives worked out exactly as they were supposed to have.

Who can argue with destiny?

“The only thing you’re going to miss out on is seeing your wife in pain, and while I admire you wanting to help her through this entire process, you need a break. Plus, I’m sure she’s threatened you already. Right?” She arched a brow, waiting for him to tell her what she already knew. Was she standing outside the door when I said that? I knew he understood it was the pain and nothing more. I loved him with all my heart, but right then, I could only take so much.

“Your daughter threatened to kill me if I said another word.” He smiled, letting both of us know he hadn’t taken it to heart. “But you’re right, I am hungry.” Leaning over the bed, he kissed my forehead before retreating. “I won’t be long.”

Once he left, I allowed my guard to shift and fall. I tried my hardest to remain strong in front of Eli, knowing damn well if I broke down in front of him, he would feel helpless and it would cause more stress on the both of us. He hated when I cried. He said it broke his heart, and I knew he told me the truth. I could see it in his eyes, the sadness my own tears caused him. Luckily, I didn’t cry in front of him often, only when the hormones had done a doozy on my emotional state.

Lying in bed, experiencing contraction after contraction, the pain was so great sometimes I thought it was going to kill me. I chose to be angry and lash out, or simply be quiet while I bared the brunt of the burning tearing through me.

So I needed the release my mother’s visit offered. One tear after another slipped down my cheek until I was full-on sobbing into her arms. She knew enough not to say a word, simply offering me her love, wrapping me in her arms as she stroked my hair. After a few minutes, I’d finally calmed down enough to collect myself again, pushing back from my mom so I could lie back. And no sooner did I shift my position than another wave of pain had me doubling over.

“Mom, please…please ask,” I blew out a couple breaths, “the doctor if I can have the epidural now,” I huffed, coming off the last wave of the toe-curling contraction.