Best Friends Don't Kiss(89)
“Uh, excuse me?”
I look up to find Ava standing in our kitchen, her body completely bare of clothes.
“Well, hello there, Ace.” Instantly, a devilish smirk consumes my lips, and I don’t hide the fact that my eyes move down her body, taking in every inch of her glorious curves. “I see you got all dressed up for the occasion.”
“I sure did.” She nods and bites her bottom lip. But then, her lips turn down at the corners. “Although, you appear quite overdressed for the evening.”
“My apologies,” I respond and don’t hesitate to remove my clothes, right there in the middle of our kitchen. First, my shirt. Then, my shoes and socks. And as I slide my pants and boxers down my legs, I ask, “And what exactly do you have planned for this evening?”
“Not sure.” Ava shrugs and bats her eyelashes. “Probably a little of this, a little of that.”
“Coy looks good on you, Mrs. London.”
“You know what else looks good, Mr. London?”
“What?”
“That big cock of yours inside me.”
Her words urge a raspy growl from my throat. And, if it’s even possible, that big cock of mine gets even harder, jutting out from my body as I stride over to do what I do best—make all my wife’s wishes and dreams come true.
With her in my arms and her legs wrapped around my hips, I lift my gorgeous, naked wife up so that her ass rests on the kitchen island, her thighs spread perfectly for me.
She is a fucking masterpiece, and I am here to worship at her perfect fucking feet.
Kneeling down before her, I place soft, openmouthed kisses from the tips of her toes all the way up her feet, her legs, and I don’t stop until my mouth hovers at the apex of her thighs.
“More?” I ask, and she inhales a whimpering breath, the shaky moment making her breasts push out from her chest.
“Yes. Please.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My mouth is on her pussy between one blink and the next, and the taste, the smell, the feel that is all Ava fills my senses.
This is fucking heaven.
Her fingers slide into my hair, and moans escape her throat as I kiss and lick and eat at her. Her thighs tremble, and her breasts move up and down with each stuttering inhale and exhale of her lungs.
It’s not long before her body clenches tight, her fingers gripping my hair tighter, as Ava shouts her climax into the silence of our kitchen.
Damn, I love making her come.
I try to give her a minute to catch her bearings, but as I stand there, pressing soft and gentle kisses to her belly and thighs and chest and neck, the need for her becomes too strong to deny.
Pulling her into my arms, I carry her from the kitchen, up the stairs, and I don’t put her down until we are in our bedroom and Ava’s gorgeous body is resting on top of our white linen comforter.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper as I move my body above hers. She responds by wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“So are you.” Her blue eyes stare deep into mine. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“Me too, Ace. Me too.” I press a soft and gentle kiss to her lips. “Can I make love to you, baby?”
“Please,” she begs, and a tiny tear slips out of one of her eyes.
I lean forward to kiss it from her cheek.
“I need you, Ava,” I whisper, and her legs and arms grip me tighter. “So much.”
A soft little moan escapes her lips as I slowly, so slowly, slide myself inside her.
And I just stare down at her, taking in the way her blue eyes look when she’s staring up at me. The way her cheeks are flushed pink. The way her lips part when I’m inside her.
I take a mental picture of every-single-fucking-thing that is my beautiful wife.
My Ava.
My everything.
“Soon, your life is going to seem very strange,” Ava says, her head resting on my bare chest and her eyes meeting mine. “You’re literally not going to be on Planet Earth. You’re going to be in freaking space, Luke.”
“I know.” I smirk down at her and gently run my fingers up and down her back. “It’s almost too surreal to think about.”
“I’m proud of you,” she says, smiling up at me. That smile is equal parts happy and sad. “I mean, I’m not a fan of you leaving me for six months and I’m going to miss you like crazy, but I’m so proud of you.”
“I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” I whisper and lean down to kiss her lips. “And I’m hoping you’re going to keep yourself incredibly busy at the galleries while I’m gone.”
“That’s the plan.” She smiles. “And you’ll be back in time to celebrate Christmas with me.”
“You bet your sweet ass, I will.”
“We’ll try to find a way to talk every day?” she asks. “Even if it’s just a short message.”
I pull her closer to my chest. “I won’t let a day go by without at least saying hello and sending you a song.”
When I was in training, there were times I’d have to be away from Ava for weeks at a stretch, and I started sending her songs every day. It was a way for her to know I was thinking about her.