Chapter Fifty-Eight Wade

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Wade

I kiss her with so much need that I lose myself to her completely. To this woman I love more than my own life.

The mother of my child.

Ivy moans as my tongue trails the column of her throat. I nip gently along her sugar-scented skin and I feel her swallow; the need I feel to connect with her right now is so fucking intense it pulses through my blood like a drug.

My hand slides into her shorts, to her already wet pussy, as I spread her thighs apart with my knee, anchoring her against the wall.

"Jesus Christ, Trouble, are you trying to kill me?" I ask as I find out she has no panties on under her little fleece shorts. I slide my middle finger into her, and her pretty mouth pops open in a moan.

"Not a bad way to go," she murmurs into my neck as she whimpers with my touch.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me … is this going to be okay …?" I trail off, asking her permission because fuck, I have no idea what's allowed and what's not with early pregnancy. But fucking hell, it better be allowed.

She nods and smiles at me.

"We're good." She giggles as I pull her shorts from her body before her words even leave her mouth. She kicks them off her ankles as she leans up to kiss me and presses her perfect tits into my chest. Everything about her is warm and soft against me. Something about my need now feels more profound, like she's really mine—part of me lives within her now, and I can't explain why but that thought alone makes me feral for her.

I add another finger into her and unbuckle my belt with my other hand, losing my t-shirt as Ivy pulls it over my head. I should take her to her bed, but fuck, I'm too desperate for her to even move. I can take my time later, but right now, I need to just be inside her. I lift her small frame up the wall.

"Wade …" she moans, her tongue darting out over her juicy bottom lip as she props one arm up onto my shoulder, pressing her pussy against me. I feel how wet she is and I take my bottom lip between my teeth, sucking in a sharp breath. Her free hand comes down between us and wraps around my hard cock. She runs the tip of me through her soaking pussy, as desperate for me as I am for her, and we both moan into each other's lips; it's the only sound in the quiet space.

Ivy's eyes shoot to mine right as I'm sliding into her, they grow heavy as I stretch her and she's sinking down onto me, and a whimper leaves her lips as the familiar warmth of us floods my chest.

"You feel … we feel …" she tells me, gutting me, because fuck, I know.

"So fucking good …" I trail off, at a loss for words.

"Yeah, that …" She breathes out with the tiniest smile as her fingers move to tangle in my hair.

I move slowly, effortlessly, letting her surround me, letting her take me, like she already has, taken me and made me completely hers. My hands roam her silky skin and I just feel with everything in me. I feel like I've never felt before. I look down to where we connect and groan at the sight, watching us move together.

Up …

Down …

"So beautiful …" I say, working her hips with my hands. "I'm fucking home inside you, Ivy," I whisper as I fill her as deeply as I can.

"That's good, Wade," she says in a breathy moan. "Because I never knew home until I found you."

My eyes screw shut with the sheer force of her words as my mouth comes crashing down on hers. I groan into her, drinking her in as I feel our bodies work together, mine to withdraw and hers to pull me back in.

She shudders around me, her eyes flutter closed.

"So fucking mine . Always." I claim her.

"Yes, baby … I'm yours. And you're mine," she chants in a moan as she works herself up and down my cock like she was fucking made for me.

I grip the sides of her body, holding her still as I take over. I fuck into my perfect pussy. Ivy threads her fingers tighter through my hair and leans into me, running her lips across my jaw, nipping my skin with her teeth when she reaches my earlobe, my cock pulses inside her with the sting. My hands roam her body as I inch her up the wall with every thrust, her tits bouncing against me. When her hands leave my hair and slide down my arms, biting into my skin, I kiss her deeper. It's messy, chaotic, and perfectly us, as our bodies move in sync against the wall.

She whimpers and starts to clamp down around my cock.

"Wade …" she whimpers. "Don't stop."

"Never …" I tell her, as I grunt with the pleasure of her begging to come.

"I'm going to …" she mumbles as her eyes flutter closed and her head falls forward.

"Come, Ivy. You're fucking stunning when you come, it's the most exquisite sight I've ever seen," I tell her, watching her mouth form into a perfect little O as a deep breathy moan leaves her.

"Fuck yes, Wade … more," she whines, and it sets me off as our bodies tangle together and her ankles twist tighter around my waist.

Heat licks across my skin, my head lolls back as I grip her hair, winding my fingers in it. I kiss her with so much fervor her breath catches as I spill myself into her with one more deep thrust, just as she comes all over my cock. My fingers dig into her hips and my free hand is wound in her hair, holding her here. Tight to me. Right where I'd like to keep her forever.

We breathe in unison when it's over and I press my forehead to hers. The connection between us feels unbreakable. It's harmony. It's the fireworks and goddamn harp strings I've seen in the movies as I realize this is it, this is my life forever. She is my purpose. I'm hopelessly hers as long as she'll have me.

"I love you so goddamn much. My everything," I tell her, feeling the need.

A special kind of high that I'm realizing I only get from four words in the entire English language settles in my chest as she whispers, "I love you, Wade."