31. Leyland

Leyland

The first thing I noticed as I woke was the quiet. I turned my head to find Clementine still in bed, curled on her side, the blanket just barely covering her as she slept peacefully.

This was my favorite way to wake up, with her beside me, unguarded, the weight of the world nowhere near her shoulders. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just that—it was the way she made me feel whole.

Last night’s conversation played in my head, the vulnerability in her voice when she admitted her insecurities, the way she clung to me, seeking reassurance. It stayed with me, twisting something inside my gut.

Clementine was my everything, and the fact that I’d let her feel anything less than completely wanted made me ache.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She shifted slightly, murmuring something soft and unintelligible. A smile tugged at my lips; I loved her ass something fierce.

The faint sunlight illuminated the curve of her bare shoulder, the line of her collarbone, and the smooth skin of her thigh where the blanket had slipped. My hand followed my gaze, lightly grazing her skin as I leaned in to press a kiss against her shoulder.

She shifted again, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake.

I kissed lower, trailing down the line of her arm, then along her back and side, savoring the way her skin felt against my lips. As I made my way lower, I moved between her legs, brushing my lips against her inner thigh. She stirred, her breathing deepening as her body responded.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked sleepily as her gaze locked onto mine. A small, drowsy smile curved her lips as she whispered, “Leyland?”

“Good morning, baby,” I murmured, kissing her until my lips and then tongue met her clit.

Whatever she had been about to say had turned into a soft gasp as I continued my languid pursuit.

“Leyland,” she breathed again, gripping my face with both hands as her hips bucked instinctively toward me.

I took my time, though, relishing in her every reaction, in every whispered plea that fell from her lips.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmured against her, pausing just long enough to meet her eyes.

Clementine responded by arching into me as I brought her closer and closer to the edge with the measured flicks of my tongue. The sounds she made were intoxicating, each one spurring me on as I worshipped her with my mouth.

She always tasted fucking amazing and I could never get enough.

“Fuck, superstar,” she groaned deeply, her body trembling beneath me.

She cried my name over and over, her voice breaking in the most beautiful way as she came undone against my mouth and tongue.

I didn’t move immediately, letting her come down from the high as I pressed soft kisses along her thighs, stomach, and hipbones. Finally, I moved up her body, capturing her lips in a kiss that was deep and slow, filled with everything I couldn’t put into words.

“I love you,” she whispered.

My response was immediate.

“I love you more.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slipped inside her slowly. Clementine fit me perfectly, like she was meant to take me and me alone in this life and the next.

Her nails dug into my shoulders and back as I began slowly stroking the best pussy I’d ever had.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” she whispered, voice trembling against my skin.

I wrapped my fingers gently around her neck, while pushing her right leg up further to bury myself deeper.

“You’re everything I need and want in this life and the next,” I murmured, eyes pinned to hers. “I’ll never stop being yours.”

Our rhythm built slowly, each movement purposeful, as if we were rediscovering each other all over again. I pressed kisses along her neck, murmuring soft praises against her skin.

“You’re taking this dick so good, baby.”

She dug her nails into my back, and I smiled. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.

“Never.”

The intensity grew, the room filled with the sounds of us—moans, gasps, whispered names. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a testament to the love we shared, to the bond that nothing could break.

When we reached the peak together, her body trembled beneath mine, and I held her closer, pressing my forehead to hers as I followed.

“I really want to have your baby,” she blurted, still breathless.

I froze, her words unexpected but every- fucking -thing. My body was still humming from the intensity of what we’d just shared, but now my focus was entirely on her. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, skin still slick with sweat, but it was her eyes—soft yet certain—that pulled me in.

“You mean that?” I asked, knowing we’d talked about waiting at least three years into marriage.

She nodded, her hands sliding up to frame my face.

“I’ve thought about it a lot,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I want it, Leyland. I want us to grow our family as soon as we can. I want another part of us.”

A grin tugged at the corners of my lips before I could stop it.

“Tiny, you just keep finding ways to make me love you more.”

Her laughter was quiet, a sound that sent something electric through me.

“Is that a yes?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, pulling her close until our foreheads brushed. “You’ve already given me so much. The thought of more, more of you, of us—it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Her smile widened.

“Then let’s make it happen,” she whispered against my lips.

“Right now?” I teased, my voice taking on a playful edge.

Her laughter broke through the stillness, her arms looping around my neck. “You’re damn right. I’ll schedule an appointment with my doctor to get this implant out. In the meantime, let’s see if we can make this morning unforgettable.”

A new chapter had already begun to unfold between us. This was our life, one we’d built from love. And as her slick walls wrapped around me, I knew there was nothing else I could ever want.