Page 4 of Everything After (Everything Trilogy)

LILY

During the first twenty-four hours of Alfie’s visit, we made it out of bed to eat, but not out of our suite thanks to room service.

We’d played drinking games, got hammered, but sobered up enough to make love a couple of times during the night.

However, our connection felt different, to the point where I sensed an undertone of desperation from Alfie I had never experienced before.

“Is everything okay?” I asked when I noted him frowning in thought as he ate breakfast.

Glancing up at me, his expression instantly brightened when he glanced down at my naked body and nodded. “Sure.” With his reassurance I shrugged my previous observation off.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” I asked while I busied myself spooning some berries onto my breakfast cereal.

“No. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather stay naked, snuggled up with my favorite girl and watch some movies,” he admitted while he poured another coffee.

I cocked my brow in surprise. “Favorite girl?”

“Yeah, your mom is a close second… then there’s my sister, Layla,” he teased, chuckling. He flashed me his trademark, lopsided grin, tugged me from my seat and sat me astride him.

“I haven’t finished eating,” I mumbled against his lips when he pulled me in for a kiss.

“You can eat me,” he muttered, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I gave it a gentle nip and held it between my teeth.

“Ah, now that’s on you,” he mumbled, his tongue still trapped.

“Huh?” I huffed out.

Alfie ground his hard cock against my sex, making his APA tease my clit.

Releasing his tongue with a groan, I tangled my fingers into his soft sandy-blond hair and began to massage his head.

Giving him my best seductive smile, I wriggled my hips for greater contact.

“On me?” I asked incredulously, then chuckled.

“You get hard if the wind blows the wrong way.”

“Or you blow me… I mean feel free… if you’re still hungry,” he teased back, placing his strong hands on my hips and pulling me down harder. “I don’t know how I survived for weeks on end without being inside you.”

Tilting me backward, he lifted my hips and positioned his stiff cock at my entrance.

A flood of desire soaked my core. Even though I had been feeling a little raw down there from overuse already, I would never have denied him.

Not when the connection we shared whenever we made love was an intrinsic part of what kept our love alive.

“Look at me,” he demanded, as he teased the head of his cock down my seam.

“Again?” I asked in disbelief. Slowly, Alfie’s seductive, lopsided smile curved his lips, and he pushed forward. As he penetrated me, his expression quickly morphed into an open-mouthed silent O in pleasure.

Once he was down to his root he adjusted us in his seat. His APA accidently brushed my G-spot, sending a thrill through my body at lightning speed, and making me squirm atop him. Palming my butt cheeks, he growled and rocked me slowly over him.

“All mine,” he whispered, sliding his large hands up my naked back, then slowly raked his nails down either side.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin, and I moaned in pleasure. “Oh, Jesus,” I whispered, falling forward until I’d rested my head on his chest.

“I’m not Jesus, but this does feel heavenly,” he mumbled, with a soft rumbly laugh that resonated in his chest.

Smirking, I sat up and met his lust-filled gaze. “Really, you’re still using cheesy lines after all this time?” Mischief danced in his eyes and my heart swelled with love.

“I like cheese,” he replied, shrugging with a boyish grin.

“How did we get here? One minute I was eating breakfast…” I began

Slap! “Are you complaining?” he queried with a sharp spank on my butt.

“You’ve got it made, baby. What more could you want?

You’re here with your hot husband inside you, food in your belly and food on the table.

” He reached over and picked up a piece of toast. “Bite,” he instructed, placing the toast in my mouth.

I did as he’d ordered and began chewing. “Can I at least have jelly on it?”

Still filling me up, Alfie grinned. “What a great idea,” he agreed, rocking gently in and out of me as he lifted the jelly pot from the table. Before I knew what was happening, he’d scooped out a blob of strawberry jelly and smeared it over my nipple.

“Wha—” I’d barely drawn a breath to speak before he’d placed his mouth over one, licked, then sucked it so hard that I felt the pulse between my legs. “Holy shit,” I muttered when a pleasurable stab of ecstasy ripped through me.

“Just as responsive as ever,” he whispered once his mouth left my breast with a pop.

His breath stirred my hair as a delicious shiver ran down my spine.

Alfie slid his hand up to my neck and cupped it from behind.

He held it firmly, and closing the space between us, took my mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.

As his hot tongue explored inside, the strawberry jelly taste burst on my tongue before he pulled his lips from mine.

“Nothing tastes better than when it’s been on your body,” he muttered gruffly, his voice thick with desire. “But breakfast can wait,” he demanded.

In one fluid movement, he tilted me backward, stood and held me to his chest. With me still impaled on him, he moved us from the breakfast table to the bed and laid me on my back.

Once he’d climbed over me and surrounded me with his limbs, he stilled. The raw, primitive gaze he gave me made my heart pound. Cradling my head in his hands he tipped his chin toward me. “Tell me you want me,” he ordered.

“All the time,” I responded.

“Say it. Use your words.

“I want you… need you,” I confessed. Even though he was already inside me, and I was wet for him, Alfie had wanted my affirmation.

“Promise we’ll be quick this time,” he mumbled before he spread my legs wider and watched himself take me.

My heart swelled with love when I felt the sexual chemistry thick in the air between us.

It made me wonder whether Alfie would still be as hungry for me if we’d had more time to spend together.

Lifting my legs, he rested the back of my knees over his shoulders.

Alfie linked fingers with me and stretched my arms above my head.

With his gaze still intense, he pressed our hands into the mattress.

Once he’d secured me where he wanted me, my husband rocked into me, slowly at first, then he fucked me hard.

“So good, right?” he suggested as his pace quickened.

I nodded speechless as his intense gaze held mine.

“Fuck, I’m not… going to… last,” he ground out as the muscles corded on his neck bulged and his jaw tightened.

My heart clenched when I saw them relax as his release washed over him.

Watching him struggle to keep his eyes open through his orgasm made me fall apart beneath him.

Dropping his weight onto me, Alfie chuckled into my neck. “Well, I didn’t expect it to be that quick,” he admitted, chuckling again. “I must be getting old.”

We lay in silence for a minute, and I basked in the feel of his strong heartbeat resonating with mine until it slowed to its strong, slow rhythm. Lifting off me, he took his weight in his hands. Hovering above me, Alfie flashed me an adoring smile.

“I love seeing you lose control like that,” I confessed. Reaching up, I ran my fingers through his soft, silky hair and he rested his head on my chest for a few seconds.

Once he’d slid out of me, he headed to the bathroom and brought back a washcloth and towel.

“Now what?” he asked, as he proceeded to wipe cum from between my legs.

“Now you can call room service and ask them to bring me some hot food. If this next twenty-four hours is anything like the last, then I’m going to need to keep my strength up.

Chuckling, he wandered over to the phone. “Can we have some warm pastries and anything else carb heavy for my wife please, she’s going to need stamina for what I have in mind today.”

“Alfie, you didn’t just do that,” I admonished as he replaced the landline phone on its cradle.

“What? You asked for food to keep your strength up. I was merely obliging,” he argued back with a wink.

“Well, I’m not facing whoever brings your order up. I’m going to take a shower… and put some clothes on before room service arrives this time.”