Page 104 of Finding Forgiveness
The kids are finally asleep, and this time is ours. We spent the evening outside, roasting hotdogs and marshmallows over the open fire, while the kids ran around and played. They seem to sleep much better when we’re here … maybe because our days are so jam-packed. Fingers crossed it stays this way throughout the night or, at the very least, the next hour or so. It’s not unusual to have one, or all three, of the kids crammed into bed with us.
I adore snuggling with my babies, but love my one-on-one moments with my husband too.
It’s our last night in Mudgee; we’re heading back home first thing in the morning.
Connor spent the last ten minutes working me over with his hand before he rose from the bed. I hear the familiar click of the lock as my sexy-arse husband creeps back towards me, ripping his T-shirt over his head as he goes. My eyes follow his every move.
After slipping out of his boxer briefs, he kneels on the side of the mattress, giving me one of those cocky smiles that hold so much promise—it’s a look that would surely melt my panties off if I was wearing any.
He moves into the middle of the bed, hovering over me. I am so hot for this man I’m already throbbing in anticipation.
Settling between my parted legs, he covers my body with his. I find inner comfort when his heavy weight has me pinned to the mattress. I open my mouth to speak, but he places his finger against my lips, stopping me.
“Shh,” he whispers. He removes his finger and immediately replaces it with his mouth. I whimper as soon as he rolls his hips forward and enters me, burying himself right to the hilt in one hard thrust. Every nerve ending in my body instantly pings to life. I’ll never get enough of this man or the way he makes me feel. He’s not just my lover, my partner, or the father of my children …he’s my lifeline. The air that I breathe.
Gone are the days of countless hours of foreplay or fucking each other senseless all night long. Now, we try and manage to steal a few moments like this whenever we can.
He draws all the way to the tip before plummeting back in, and we both moan in unison. His lips move to the side of my neck, trailing hot wet kisses down to my shoulder. I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankles, as my flattened palms skim over the hard muscles on his back.
“Fuck, Cass,” he groans into my ear as he starts to pick up the pace. “I can’t get enough of you … I want to climb inside this pussy of yours and never leave.”
If I didn’t have three tiny people relying on me for survival, I’d be totally down with that.
“Fuck me, Con. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He doesn’t disappoint, but when the sheer force behind his movements has the bedhead hitting the wall with a dull and steadythud, thud, thud,he stills to rest his head on my shoulder and grumbles, “Shit.”
“What are we going to do?”
“That noise will wake the kids.”
“We could move the bed away from the wall,” I say.
He lifts his head and grins. “You’re not just a pretty face.”
Rolling off me, he leaps off the bed. I follow suit. We move down the end, grab a bedpost each and slowly drag it across the floor and into the middle of the room.
“You think that’s enough?” I ask, looking over at him.
“Bring that sexy arse of yours over here, Mrs Maloney,” he orders, crooking his finger. My feet start moving towards him before my brain even registers. Like a moth drawn to a flame. When I’m within reaching distance, his hands grasp my hips and he tugs me closer. The kiss he gives me is so passionate, so hot, it curls my toes. “Don’t move.”
He heads towards the dresser and opens the top drawer. When he pulls out a pair of my underwear and holds them up, I’m confused.
He stalks back towards me, and when he stops, he says, “Open up.”
“Open what?”
He drags down my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Your mouth. If you want me to give you everything I’ve got, Princess, I’m going to have to gag you. I don’t want you waking up the kids when you scream.”
I grin and do what he asks.
He balls up the fabric and pushes it past my lips. I love it when he goes all caveman on me.
“Bend over,” he commands before bringing his hand down to slap it against my butt cheek. When he enters me again, he doesn’t hold back. It’s so hot that the moment he touches my clit I come, but he doesn’t relent. My fingers grasp the footrest so hard my knuckles turn white.
I widen my stance and push my hips back into him, greedily taking everything he gives. My nostrils flare as I struggle to get enough air into my lungs, but I don’t want him to stop …I never want him to stop.
His body leans over mine as he fists my hair in his hand and tugs my head back so he can kiss my neck. “You are my sweetest addiction, Cassandra Maloney,” he groans against my skin. “I love you so fucking much.”
I love him too.Truly, madly … deeply.
True love is like a ghost. It’s something everyone talks about but few people actually see. I’m one of the lucky ones because not only do I see it, I feel it every day of my life.