Looping my arms under his, my nails dig into the skin of his upper back before he breaks the kiss again. “I’m right here, baby. Always,” he mutters, pressing soft kisses down my neck.
When his mouth stops in the crook of my neck and his teeth graze the area gently, I dig my nails even further into his skin. He lets out a throaty groan and the area between my legs begins to throb in response. Breaking away from him briefly, I raise his shirt over his head, but his eyes never leave mine. My heavy breaths and my racing pulse are all I can hear as his mouth curves into that sexy, crooked smile, a familiar mischief filling his eyes. He holds my stare and slowly kneels to the ground, his hands grazing lightly over my tummy as he makes his descent. When he lifts the bottom of my tank and presses his soft lips to my growing stomach, my hands fall helplessly to my sides.
He slides my yoga pants down my legs, his fingers lightly skimming over my bare skin, trailed by butterfly kisses and soft brushes from his tongue. A whimper escapes my throat when I feel his warm breath though the drenched cotton of the only remaining article of clothing on my lower body. He places a tender kiss right between my legs, the pressure from his lips causing that entire area to throb. I arch, curving into his mouth. His lips stay in place, rapid breaths against my trembling sex making me shiver while he hooks my thong with his thumbs and tears it away from my body with a single movement. My legs spread slowly on their own accord as he pushes his tongue into me, licking and parting my folds. I bite back a scream and grab a fistful of his hair while he slowly flickers the hypersensitive knot with the tip of his tongue. When his hands move from the back of my legs to cup my bottom, squeezing it and pushing me onto his tongue, my body shamelessly grinds into his mouth. His lips tighten as he starts sucking my tender swollen nub, and my body ferociously gives in to the fiery waves of pleasure rippling through my core. Fingers still lodged in his beautiful light brown hair, I release my hold as every single muscle in my body relaxes.
Placing one last kiss between my legs, he rises, slowly moving his tongue up my body as he stands, lifting my shirt in the process and throwing it to the side. While licking and nipping my neck, he unclasps my bra, slowly sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms. His hands cup my breasts, tenderly and rhythmically kneading them. Blake lowers his head and his mouth delicately surrounds the tip of my breast, sucking and flicking the sensitive skin with his tongue. The pressure between my legs starts to build again as he gently bites my nipple and releases my breast from his mouth. After performing the same erotic routine on my other breast, he presses soft kisses across the top of my chest and up along the curvature of my neck.
Once our lips finally meet again, he plunges his warm tongue deep into my mouth and I close my eyes. I meet him greedily stroke for stroke, stealing each breath from him. My hands travel downward to hastily unbutton his jeans and tug them over his hips, hooking his boxer briefs on the way down. As soon as they hit the ground, he steps out of them, and turns us around until my back hits the cold wall behind me. Our lips never part, and as his naked body caresses every part of mine, I open my eyes and meet the green eyes of a man on the brink of losing control.
“You are mine forever. Mine,” he whispers into my mouth, giving my lips a chaste peck before briskly turning me around to face the wall. I place my forearms and palms flat against it, rolling my forehead against the wall and enjoying the cool surface on my burning skin. Feeling his warm chest on my back and his hardness pressing against me, my stomach tenses as his fingers slowly trace up my sides, over my shoulders, and over my arms, his body enveloping mine. Lacing our fingers together, he squeezes my hands tightly, keeping his mouth to my ear. “Mine,” he gasps.
He dips himself down, his warmth hovering over my entrance. I instinctively arch my back, allowing him the access he needs to bind us together, as one. He sucks in a breath and plunges inside me with a growl. I moan as he fills me, our fingers tightening instinctively. His lips find the crook of my neck and his teeth painlessly sink into the tender spot between my shoulder and neck, subconsciously completing his hold of me. He keeps diving into me with deep rhythmic thrusts, his teeth never loosening their gentle hold.
A deep raspy breath escapes his throat and with one last lunge into me, my entire body convulses around him while he shudders and collapses onto my back. His teeth release my skin and his tongue lazily licks the sensitized area, followed by gentle kisses.
“I guess it’s safe to say I missed you,” he laughs, withdrawing slowly from my body. I turn, wrapping my arms gently around his neck, and embrace him. Letting out a content and relaxed sigh, I concur. “I’ve missed you. All of you.”
As I move toward his ear, I say the only thing left to say. The one thing I hope he never forgets.
“It’s our family, Blake. Please, never doubt that.”
Looking me directly in the eyes, he reaffirms with emphasis, “Our family.”
Scooping me up, I giggle as he carries me to our bedroom, where we spend the next few hours making love, holding each other, feeling the baby kick, thinking of names, and laughing and joking about almost everything.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not worried about the mess we left all over the living room floor. There’s only one thing that I am concerned about.
No more wasted time.
“Rylie! Please come pick up these skates before someone gets hurt!” I yell from the top of the God awful stairs. I used to hate them, but there is no word in the English language that could possibly describe the way I feel about them now.
“Mommy, can’t you get them?” Rylie whines, jumping her way up the steps in her Hello Kitty rainbow striped swimsuit. I don’t think she’s quite ready to let go of summer just yet.
“Wait, was it me who took them out of your room, rolled them down the stairs twenty times in a row, crashed them into the wall every single one of those twenty times, and then left them sitting there for someone to trip over? Was that me?”
Rylie, catching onto my massive sarcasm, just smiles during my interrogation. “Mommy! You know it wasn’t you! It was me!”
I try to contain my smile. “Well?”
“Oh, okay,” she huffs, dragging out the last word. “I’ll put them up, but it was forty-two times, not twenty.” She continues her journey up the stairs and I belt out a laugh.
Sarcasm mastered.
I grab onto the railing and make my way down, the smell of brewing coffee waking my groggy senses. Entering the kitchen, my heart swells with the sight before me. Blake, dressed in his white v-neck t-shirt and red and navy plaid pajama bottoms, sitting at the kitchen table with Nycole and Kyndall. He smiles contently as he watches them play a game of checkers.
“Who’s winning?”
I walk up behind him and wrap my arm around his neck, bending down to kiss him. I feel him smile when my lips touch his cheek. After taking a tiny whiff of leather and soap, I run my fingers through his hair because I can and walk to the cabinet to grab a glass.
“Me, of course,” Kyndall says, not even bothering to look up as she concentrates on the board. Nycole lets out an aggravated sigh, rolling a black checker piece between her fingers. The only black checker piece in her possession. I glance over at Kyndall’s overflowing collection and then back at her. “She cheats. Remember that.” Nycole gives me a half-smile in return, before once again focusing her attention on the game.