The Private Serials Box Set(110)

“I’ll give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted,” I said, my lips pressed against her hair. And I’d never spoken truer words.





Epilogue


Lena


I knew I only had a few minutes to accomplish my goal, and even though speed was not always a friend during sexy times with one’s husband, in this situation, speed was imperative. I opened the door to our master bathroom slowly, so as not to make any unwanted creaking, then quietly peeled off my clothes and climbed into the shower.

It was always a struggle not to stop and admire my husband’s beautiful body, even more so when soapy water was cascading down all the firm ridges and valleys of his muscular back. So it was no hardship on my part to put my hands on said gorgeous back and feel the hardened skin slippery under my fingers.

“Jesus, Lena. You scared me,” he said right after he’d nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Hmm,” I replied as I ran my hands around his waist, up over his ribs, then right back down again to find him hardening in my grasp. “But it’s a good surprise, right?”

“Definitely.” He spun in my arms and suddenly I was pressed up against the wall of the shower, his big hands under my thighs, lifting me and pressing me back. His mouth found mine and I groaned as my stomach flipped with his kiss.

Years.

Years later and his kisses still gave me butterflies.

I knew I would never tire of Preston, or what he could do to my body. I loved that he could still make me feel like a teenager experiencing my first love all over again. It was a quality I was sure you couldn’t find in just any man. No. It was special to my man. And I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.

With one hand wrapped tightly around my waist, his other hand found my breast, kneading and palming it with gentle yet firm pressure, fingers pinching my nipple, eliciting more moans from me.

“I hate to be a buzz kill here, babe, but we don’t have all the time in the world.” I gasped again as his mouth found my neck, internally rolling my eyes because I knew his mouth would leave a mark there—it always did—but outwardly not caring because, well, I just didn’t. If Preston wanted to mark me with love bites, I wasn’t going to be the one to stop him. His parents sometimes avoided looking at me when I showed up with a hickey, and Piper always rolled her eyes, but I simply didn’t care. Everyone knew how passionate we were about each other and sometimes I had the marks to prove it.

“What if I want to take my time?” His words were garbled against my skin, which felt awesome, but it also made me smile. He never wanted to be rushed when we made love.

“Well, you take all the time you need. I just put the baby down for a nap, but you never know when he’ll wake up, so you might not get to finish, if you get what I’m saying.”

“It’s only really important that you finish, if you get what I’m saying.”

I laughed. “That’s sweet of you, but it’s a big lie. You know just as well as I do that you need to get off just as much as me. It’s been days.”

That’s right. Days. Preston had given me so much—everything, in fact—but he’d paid the price as much as any man does with small children. The sex was spread out and not the marathon exploits we had been used to pre-babies. Now, there were hurried quickies and stealthy shower escapades as we tried to not only orgasm, but connect on that level we’d thrived on for so long. Most nights, sex was off the table because we were both so worn out, so sex in the middle of the day while the baby napped? Yup. It was our new normal.

I just wanted to feel him inside me. To feel how perfectly he fit, to get that rush that always accompanied him, to feel the calmness and rightness that came along with sex with my husband. Oh yeah, and to come. That too.

At my words he put me down, my legs wobbly on the floor of our walk-in shower, and he kissed me hard before spinning me around.

“Bend over; put your hands on the wall, sweetheart.”

Oh, hell, yes.

I did as he asked, aided by his hands on my waist, then his hand on my back, between my shoulder blades, gently pushing me down. When my hands reached out for the wall, his slid down my back, right along my spine, until he reached my backside, which he gave a gratuitous squeeze.

“Fuck, I love your ass,” he said, still squeezing and groping. I smiled lazily, enjoying his praise. His hand moved lower and slipped inside me. “Jesus, Lena, you’re soaked already.”

“I’m just—” I stalled on a gasp as he explored. “Anticipating what’s coming to me.” His fingers moved in and out, slowly turning and stretching me. “God, I love your fingers.”

“Not as much as you love my dick,” he said with an obvious smile in his voice.

“True,” I replied, also smiling. My smile faded when I felt his hardness pressing up against me, just barely there, but still making my heart skip a beat and my breath quicken.

“Do you want it?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock along my entrance, teasing me.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his voice hard and ridiculously sexy.

“I want you inside me, Preston.”

“Good girl,” he said as he sank into me slowly. I groaned with every movement, loving the feel of him sliding into me, filling me, giving me every single inch of him. “You feel so f*cking amazing, Lena. You always feel so perfect.”