Page 63 of Bound Hearts

Peppering kisses up her skin, I hook my arms under her thighs, keeping her firmly in place. My tongue finds the source to drive her wild.

Touching her swollen clit, I press then circle, tasting her slick heat, extra sweet today. I draw the pattern repeatedly on her pussy, then run my tongue down and up. Her breath catches, and her body lifts off the mattress, attempting to rub her pussy against my mouth. My hands stamp her back down so she can’t move. I’m relentless and continue my movement, letting my tongue dip inside of her. Her moan is shamelessly loud, and her hands travel her body up to her breasts.

My cock strains from swollenness, and I watch her pinch her nipples while I continue to taste her pussy, dying for my cock. I suck her clit, intent on moving us to another position.

“So fucking good,” I murmur against her folds, feathering my lips up to her belly. “I can’t get enough of you like this.”

She smiles lustfully. “I’ve noticed. You worship my body.”

Unhooking my arms from her legs, I move, ensuring my eyes remain on her, determined. “Trust me. I’ll do it even when you’re not growing our baby inside of you.”

I run my hand along the side of her body, encouraging her to lie on her side. I move a pillow so she can rest her knee on it. From behind her, I rest on my side, entwining our limbs, skin to skin.

There is no wait, I need to be inside her. I guide my cock straight to her pussy, and I enter. Confident with my positioning, I bring my arm around her, my fingers playing with her clit as I begin to move slowly.

This isn’t going to be rough or fast.

Today, it can’t be.

We are already consumed by one another.

The difference today is that when she laces our fingers together as she joins me, stroking her at that little bud that can send her over the edge, then dragging my hand to draw up the curve of her belly and straight to her heavy, round breast, I visibly see something now distinct and forever.

We are both wearing rings.

Because she is now my wife.

17

SUTTON

Gently, I knock on Elodie’s open office door where she is reading a paper and chewing on a pen, and the sound causes her to look up with an immediate smile forming.

“Hey, what brings you to these parts? Wait…” She palms her forehead for theatrics. “You’re not here for me, you have a fiancé down the hall.” She grins.

Slowly, I walk in and hold up my hand to display my ring finger proudly. “Husband,” I clarify.

Instantly, she turns giddy, jumping and flapping her hands like a damn penguin. I let her have her moment while I sit down on the chair opposite her desk. “So it happened.” She quickly goes to her office door and shuts it, then joins me by occupying the empty chair next to me. It’s not too surprising after we warned our friends of our plan. They’ve been waiting for our cue to do it.

“A few days ago, actually. I wanted to tell you in person.”

She calms and sinks back into the chair with a wry smile. “Ah, that’s where Foster disappeared to. I saw him briefly when I came in the other morning, then poof.” She clicks her fingers. “Gone and never returned.”

“Yeah, and we also had an ultrasound.”

“And?” Elodie is over-the-moon happy for me right now; it’s apparent.

I can’t shed my smile even if I tried. “A boy.”

Elodie is about to combust in her seat. “A boy! I had a feeling he would be.”

I snicker. “You and Foster both, I seemed to miss that instinct.”

She touches my knee in comfort before releasing her touch. “Ninety-nine percent of pregnant women don’t have that instinct, you’re fine. Now, tell me more. Where did you get married?”

“His place, well, our place now. Only the judge and us.” It was perfect. No big fuss. Most people may think we were too casual, but I felt comfortable in my skin with every word I said.

“Hmm, and you won’t let us throw you both some sort of congratulations dinner or something?”