13. Evie

Chapter 13

Evie

Mouth stuffed full of my husband's cock as he held an iron grip on my hair, there was no other choice but to obey his filthy command.

I might be the one down on my knees, but I held all the power in this position. He was unraveling before my very eyes. I did this to him—made him lose all control. And I fucking loved it.

Moaning from a combination of his words and the insistent throbbing between my thighs, I felt his dick swell a split second before the first spurt of hot cum slid down my throat. He was shoved so deep that I couldn't taste it, but I was entirely focused on making sure I swallowed every drop as he demanded.

When he began to soften, I kept sucking, and he released me suddenly, stepping back enough that his cock slipped from my mouth.

"Jesus, Evie," Jenner panted. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

Feeling more myself than I had in ages, I taunted, "What? More than you can handle, hotshot?"

He barked out a laugh. "Fuck, I've missed you."

Rising to my feet on shaky legs, I cocked a hip. "Are we going tit for tat on proving that? Or am I going to be getting off alone in my room?" I flashed him a sexy smirk. "Just like every other night I've spent under this roof since I've been back."

That was enough to spur Jenner into action. Even with his pants down around his ankles, he was lightning-quick, closing the gap between us and gripping two fistfuls of my ass before lifting me onto the island.

"What did you just say?" His tone bordered on deadly, but I knew he'd never hurt me. My teddy bear of a man was still there, buried deep under a haze of lust.

I simply shrugged. I knew I was pushing his buttons.

A growl vibrated through his chest. "Are you telling me that you've been across the hall, touching yourself this whole time?"

"'Course not." When Jenner narrowed his eyes at what he deemed a lie, I clarified, "Toys are much more effective at getting the job done."

I gasped when his fingers dug into my flesh so hard I knew he'd leave bruises.

"You always were a smartass." His voice was husky and low. "Let me rephrase my question. Who were you thinking of when you came, baby?"

There was no use in lying, so I told him the truth. "You. It's only ever been you, Jenner."

An eyebrow arched on his handsome face, a question in his eyes.

I gave a subtle nod in reply.

We'd always had this canny ability to speak without words, and it was a comfort to know that hadn't changed.

Jenner knew I came to college as a virgin and that he was the first man I'd ever had sex with. Our silent exchange told him that he remained the only man I had ever been with, even with all our time spent apart.

His Adam's apple bobbed on a swallow. "There's been no one else for me either, Evie. I couldn't move on. Not when I still loved you."

My heart threatened to explode. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined us finding our way back together. Not after how I'd left.

Since my return, I'd been so worried that he'd grow tired of the drama I brought into his life, dreading the day he would ask me to leave. That fear had been sufficiently laid to rest.

He was going to fight for me, for us, for our new family.

Everything was finally right in the world again.

With trembling hands, I reached up to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, skimming my hands over his muscles as I worked lower. Pushing the sides wide, baring his stunning form, I didn't hide my appreciation for his hard work in the gym. I hadn't thought it possible, but he was even more ripped than the last time I'd seen him naked.

"Had a lot of free time on my hands," Jenner murmured, nuzzling my neck.

I tipped my head back on a sigh, loving the feel of his lips on my skin.

My fingers trailed over the rounded muscles of his shoulders, taking my time relearning every hard plane of his body. "Looks like it was time well spent."

"No." He pulled back, gripping my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. "I would have rather had you."

A sudden wave of sadness crashed over me. I'd caused us so much unnecessary pain.

"Hey," he said softly. "You're here now. Nothing else matters. Okay?"

Squeezing my eyes shut as I nodded, I desperately tried to keep the tears at bay. I was so sick of crying over everything.

I dared to peek at him, and so much love shone back at me that my breath caught in my lungs. I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as an overwhelming rush of emotions threatened to drag me under.

My throat was tight, but I managed to confess, "I love you, Jenner."

His arms banded around my waist, pulling me tighter against his chest. "I love you, too, baby. So fucking much."

"Will you show me?"

Jenner pulled back and searched my eyes. "Promise you're never going to leave me again?"

Swallowing around the lump lodged in my throat, I nodded. "Promise."

Hands moving to cup my cheeks, he poured all the love he felt into a tender kiss. My position on the counter put me at the perfect height to feel the brush of his renewed erection nudging against my inner thigh.

Smiling against his lips, I reached down and grabbed it, relishing the sound of his groan as he tore his mouth away.

"Don't even think about it," he warned.

I gave him an exaggerated fake pout. "But I just got it back."

With a playful roll of his eyes, he gripped the back of my thighs and pulled, making me squeal as my back met with the cool marble of the kitchen island.

"We have all the time in the world for you to use my cock for your pleasure, babe. But right now, if I don't get to taste you, I might die."

Sighing dramatically, I waved a hand. "Very well. If you must."

The sound of his pants being kicked away reached my ears as Jenner's hands skimmed along the waistband of my trousers. He pushed my shirt up enough that I could pull it over my head. Brown eyes like melted chocolate roved over my bared skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Fingers trailing lightly over my waist and over my belly, he said reverently, "You were always so beautifully soft. Fucking perfect."

My teeth descended on my lower lip. No one had ever appreciated my body in its natural form the way Jenner had. He saw every flaw as an asset and worshipped them all.

"Lose the bra, baby. I want to see every stunning inch of you," he commanded. "It's been too long."

Arching my back, I reached a hand between my body and the marble to flick the clasp before slipping the garment down my arms and tossing it aside. Jenner went to work undoing the fly of my pants and sliding them down my legs.

"Goddamn. My wife is looking fucking delicious spread out on my kitchen counter," Jenner rasped.

Hearing him call me his wife gave me a small thrill. Even when we were divorced, a part of me had always known I belonged to him. I hadn't realized he felt the same.

With his warm hand on my bare ankle, he moved his touch higher, lightly grazing over the dimpled skin and faded stretch marks along my inner thighs until he reached the edge of my panties. Both of his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin there without dipping inside.

My hips bucked, trying to make contact where I was throbbing for him.

His responding chuckle washed over me like warm honey. "Tell me how much you need me, Evie."

A whimper flew past my lips. "Please, Jenner."

"Hmm." His hands moved back down to my knee to tease the inside of the joint, and I let out a whine. "That didn't seem like quite the right answer."

Desperate for relief, I had zero patience for his games. Sitting up on my elbows, I lowered one hand to shift my panties over my ass, wiggling out of them and kicking them off.

"If you're seeing fit to tease me, then I'll handle it myself," I taunted, putting one hand between my legs and rubbing a firm circle over my clit.

Keeping eye contact with Jenner standing between my open thighs, I silently dared him to take action.

Raising an eyebrow, he held my gaze until my soft moan split the air, and then he dropped it to stare at my pussy. Oh God, his intense attention there had the first sparks of an orgasm firing off, and I rubbed faster, chasing my pleasure.

Back bowing, my muscles locked in preparation. And just when I was about to tip over the edge, an iron grip locked around my wrist and wrenched my hand away. I let out a desperate sob as my release was stolen from me.

Leaning down, Jenner pressed his tight torso to my chest as he held my arms immobile beside my head. I tried rocking my hips, seeking friction any way I could get it, but he had me pinned tightly to the countertop.

His lips were a breath away from mine; his voice was husky but held a trace of amusement. "I'd almost forgotten what a feisty girl you are."

"Let me come, Jenner," I begged.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he crooned. "You're going to come plenty."

"You're talkin' an awful big game for someone who has failed to take action," I shot back, breathless.

"You want action?" Jenner practically snarled.

"Maybe too many years out of practice, and you've forgotten how to please a woman." I let a little sass leak into my tone.

His chest vibrated as a growl worked its way up his throat. "You're going to pay for that."

"And yet, you're still talkin'."

That final remark seemed to spur him into action.

The warmth of his body was gone so suddenly that I shivered at the loss. It took a minute for my mind to figure out exactly where he'd gone, but when I felt his hot breath fanning against the slick flesh between my thighs, I caught up right quick.

My eyes rolled back into my head on a deep moan at the first pass of his tongue. "Oh God."

He pulled back, eyes peeking over my pussy. "Is this what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes," I hissed as he swirled the tip around my clit.

When he speared his tongue inside me, I nearly levitated off the counter. One of his thick forearms banded over my waist, holding me down as he feasted on me without mercy. His mouth didn't need words to express that he never thought he'd have the chance to taste me again—it showed in the way he ate at me greedily.

"Jenner," I breathed out.

The hum he let out had me jolting against his face.

"Did you miss this, Evie?" His words were muffled against me, but I heard him clear as day.

Panting, I confessed, "Every minute of every day."

That must've been the correct answer because Jenner latched onto my clit, tugging gently with his teeth as he thrust two fingers inside me, curling them just right so I saw stars. A ragged gasp split the air, and I found myself barreling toward a hard-earned release. No one else would ever own my body like my husband, and I'd been a fool for thinking I could live without him.

Pressure built at my core, coiling tighter and tighter. Even with the warning, I wasn't prepared for the intensity of the climax Jenner coaxed from me. A surprised scream flew past my lips as tears leaked from my tightly shut eyes, and violent tremors left me trembling uncontrollably.

I was vaguely aware of Jenner moving from his perch between my thighs as I lay limp across the island. This would have to be my bed tonight because there was no way I had the energy to move.

"Fucking hell, baby. You taste as sweet as I remember." The words were said as Jenner kissed a trail up my belly before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Moaning, I willed my heavy arms to move to push him away. I couldn't take any more.

A weak hand pushed at his face, and he merely smiled against my flesh.

"Oh, honey. You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"I can't," I protested, my voice hoarse from screaming.

His teeth toyed with the hardened nipple in his mouth while his fingers plucked its twin. "I think we both know you can, Evie." He chuckled. "Maybe you're the one who's out of practice."

Damn him for throwing my own words back at me. And I hated that he was probably right. A self-manufactured orgasm had nothing on anything Jenner could provide.

I sighed in relief when he abandoned my breasts, but it was short-lived as he tugged me into a sitting position. Slumping against his chest, I threw my arms around his neck. Holding tightly to the man I'd always loved, I could hear his heart beating strongly—a heart I knew had never stopped beating for me.

That knowledge warmed me down to the tips of my toes.

"Think you can walk?" Jenner murmured against my hair.

A scoff sounded from my throat. "No way."

Pressing a soft kiss at my temple, his hands moved from my upper back to my ass, gripping two fistfuls. "Not a problem. I've got you."

In an instant, I was held tightly in his strong arms, and we were moving through the house.

One of the most intoxicating things about being with Jenner was his ability to throw me around with ease. When he lifted me, there was never a grunt, a huff, or any signs of strain. He made me feel weightless.

Setting me down on unstable legs, he continued to support me as he spun me around and bent me over the arm of the couch. His hand on my back pushed my chest further into the cushions so that my toes barely touched the ground.

"Jenner." I wiggled my ass, wondering if he was going to fuck me or spank me. Honestly, I could probably handle a spanking better than another orgasm.

His calloused palm slid over the wide globes of my backside, squeezing roughly as he spread me open for him.

Guess that answers that question. A hard fucking from behind it is. God help me.

"Do you know how many nights I dreamt of this pussy?" His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.

My head thrashed on the couch cushions. "Tell me."

"Every fucking night, Evie. It didn't matter that you were gone. I only wanted you."

I whimpered as he notched himself at my entrance. "I'm yours, Jenner."

"Damn right, you are."

He thrust inside me so forcefully that I cried out, clawing at the couch, trying to get away. I was too sensitive, and it felt like I might actually split apart at the seams. I hadn't been kidding when I told him I couldn't handle another.

"Fuck." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Being inside you feels like home."

Jenner's hand tangled in my hair as he set a punishing pace. My hips were slammed against the arm of the couch so hard that I knew I'd have a line of bruises across my lower abdomen.

I was mindless with pleasure as an endless stream of sobs slipped from my parted lips. A second orgasm slammed into me before a third came right on its heels.

Grunting behind me, Jenner forced out through what I could only assume were clenched teeth, "That's right, baby. Take my cock like you were born to do. Let that pussy milk me dry."

His words didn't just tip me over the edge; they threw me over with such force that I blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure crashing over my body.

I was just coming to when I felt Jenner's cock slip from inside me, accompanied by a rush of warmth.

His ragged breathing mixed with mine, and I felt him hovering behind me.

"Damn, if that isn't the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen. You bent over the couch in our home, with my cum dripping out of your pussy."

Almost if on command, the pussy in question clenched, and Jenner groaned as cum audibly leaked onto the floor beneath me.

A soothing hand grazed over my sweaty back, and in a flash, the kind, caring man I married was back. "You did so well, baby. Let's get you cleaned up."

Gently, as if I were the most precious thing on Earth, he pulled me into his arms and carried me up the stairs, where he ran a warm bath in the master suite. Climbing in behind me, he held me tight, whispering words of love and promises of our future together.

Falling asleep against his chest in the king-sized bed inside the master bedroom was as natural as breathing.

I was exactly where I belonged.