allowing it to consume me. His eyes are now locked with mine, and I can see the familiar ring of purple around his iris e s, the sharp green that sparkles like crystal. No one I ’ ve ever known has had eyes this color. He continues to pump in and out, sliding to the very tip, teasing and then burying himself in my pool of desire.
I can ’ t distract myself any longer. “ Evan , ” I say his name with anticipation and warning. “I can ’ t…I can ’ t wait.”
“Don ’ t, just let go,” he says breathlessly as he picks up the pace pinning me to the mattress. He is in control, and it feels so fucking good to let him have it
“ Ahhh God , Evan! ” I come and free all the tension of weeks of worry, desperation, and fear. Deep abiding love and adoration pours from my body through my orgasm. I spasm around him wildly like an out of body experience. My soul watches as my body responds to his every movement, his every touch. Before I ’ ve had time to come down from my high, he releases my hands and slides my legs up over his shoulders penetrating and filling me fully. He rides out the storm, our bodies slapping together with an animalistic frenzy until he comes with a roar. Every muscle locks up, sweat trails down his rock hard chest over the mounds of muscle to mix with the ocean of desire between us. There must be a bigger word than love for this, an undiscovered adjective that would adequately describe what this is. I wish I could put into words the way this man makes me feel. The all-encompassing, passionate totally adulated way he treasures me; it ’ s overwhelming, devastating, absolutely addictive.
We exist because of each other, for each other, the two halves of a whole again complete. We can conquer anything, even a deadly brain tumor, resistant surgeon, crazy pasts with threatening demons. Together, we got this.
My handsome, satisfied husband sits relaxed in his hospital bed watching our families interact, opening gifts and eating food catered by his beloved restaurant. He is happy. For one blissful moment in time, he is enjoying himself. I’ve even seen him smile, more than once. Everything he wants is his and I yearn for us to enjoy this feeling long term instead of just temporarily.
I make my way to his side, stepping over Kylie and Tanner, who are playing with their new and very expensive toys, thanks to a certain overgenerous man.
“You’re too much ya know that?”
“What? I gave them Christmas presents,” he shrugs “You’re very extravagant Mr. Lawson.”
“Come here.” He pulls me down next to him on the bed lacing his fingers with mine and kissing my temple. “What else am I going to spend all of my money on? They are my family now; they may as well get used to it.” He relaxes into his pillows, and I roll my eyes. Nuzzling his face into my hair he whispers, “Where are your rings?”
“In my pocket.”
“And why aren’t they on your finger?”
“I thought we should tell them together.” He tugs my face to him with a finger under my chin.
“Are you all right with this?”
“Well I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter now do I?” That didn’t come out right, and it’s confirmed by his high brows and wounded expression.
“You would like not to tell them? Or you would like not to have to tell them?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I want to be married to you. I would, however, have liked to have been aware that I was marrying you. And a wedding would have been nice too.”
“You want a wedding? I will give you a wedding, anything you want. And I apologize for deceiving you but I had to be sure you were taken care of if…”
“Don’t, you’re going to be fine. Tricking me into marriage wasn’t necessary but I’m perfectly happy being Mrs. Lawson.” He pulls me even closer wrapping both arms around my shoulders for an affectionate squeeze.
“What are you two lovebirds talking about over here?” Sage calls from across the room. Evan and I look at each
I can ’ t distract myself any longer. “ Evan , ” I say his name with anticipation and warning. “I can ’ t…I can ’ t wait.”
“Don ’ t, just let go,” he says breathlessly as he picks up the pace pinning me to the mattress. He is in control, and it feels so fucking good to let him have it
“ Ahhh God , Evan! ” I come and free all the tension of weeks of worry, desperation, and fear. Deep abiding love and adoration pours from my body through my orgasm. I spasm around him wildly like an out of body experience. My soul watches as my body responds to his every movement, his every touch. Before I ’ ve had time to come down from my high, he releases my hands and slides my legs up over his shoulders penetrating and filling me fully. He rides out the storm, our bodies slapping together with an animalistic frenzy until he comes with a roar. Every muscle locks up, sweat trails down his rock hard chest over the mounds of muscle to mix with the ocean of desire between us. There must be a bigger word than love for this, an undiscovered adjective that would adequately describe what this is. I wish I could put into words the way this man makes me feel. The all-encompassing, passionate totally adulated way he treasures me; it ’ s overwhelming, devastating, absolutely addictive.
We exist because of each other, for each other, the two halves of a whole again complete. We can conquer anything, even a deadly brain tumor, resistant surgeon, crazy pasts with threatening demons. Together, we got this.
My handsome, satisfied husband sits relaxed in his hospital bed watching our families interact, opening gifts and eating food catered by his beloved restaurant. He is happy. For one blissful moment in time, he is enjoying himself. I’ve even seen him smile, more than once. Everything he wants is his and I yearn for us to enjoy this feeling long term instead of just temporarily.
I make my way to his side, stepping over Kylie and Tanner, who are playing with their new and very expensive toys, thanks to a certain overgenerous man.
“You’re too much ya know that?”
“What? I gave them Christmas presents,” he shrugs “You’re very extravagant Mr. Lawson.”
“Come here.” He pulls me down next to him on the bed lacing his fingers with mine and kissing my temple. “What else am I going to spend all of my money on? They are my family now; they may as well get used to it.” He relaxes into his pillows, and I roll my eyes. Nuzzling his face into my hair he whispers, “Where are your rings?”
“In my pocket.”
“And why aren’t they on your finger?”
“I thought we should tell them together.” He tugs my face to him with a finger under my chin.
“Are you all right with this?”
“Well I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter now do I?” That didn’t come out right, and it’s confirmed by his high brows and wounded expression.
“You would like not to tell them? Or you would like not to have to tell them?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I want to be married to you. I would, however, have liked to have been aware that I was marrying you. And a wedding would have been nice too.”
“You want a wedding? I will give you a wedding, anything you want. And I apologize for deceiving you but I had to be sure you were taken care of if…”
“Don’t, you’re going to be fine. Tricking me into marriage wasn’t necessary but I’m perfectly happy being Mrs. Lawson.” He pulls me even closer wrapping both arms around my shoulders for an affectionate squeeze.
“What are you two lovebirds talking about over here?” Sage calls from across the room. Evan and I look at each
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