It drags a long, low groan from his lips, making them vibrate against me, pulling out another moan from the back of my throat. God, how I’ve missed this. This feels so much better than the perfunctory, rough sex that we’ve been having. I never want to go back to that again.
Though it felt good and relieved the needs I had, there was still something missing, something so fundamentally wrong that made my heart ache despite enjoying his rough treatment. And now that we’re finally connecting again, I know that this is what was missing from our sexual encounters.
If it means accepting the fact that I’m his wife, then so be it. What has convinced me more than anything is his possessiveness of the baby. Even if I doubt his feelings for me, I can’t doubt the feelings he’s showing for our unborn child. He’s asking for my help, wanting me to guide him and teach him how to love. That’s got to count for something.
By asking this of me, it shows that he’s willing to admit when he’s wrong. It’s a good first step. It shows me that he’s more than willing to do what it takes for us to keep up this level of happiness.
He says our child will never want for anything, and even though Luke can’t promise to deliver love, he’s already showing it far more than he realizes. Hell, the sheer magnitude of it slams into me, filling me with a peace I’ve never felt before.
My body shudders as he brings me to the precipice of my orgasm. For a moment, I worry that he won’t let me come, but that’s the old way of thinking. If I accept that I’m his wife, I need to accept that he owns me. And that means all of me, even my orgasms. Closing my eyes, I settle into this new form of submission, feeling it out, seeing if it’s as scary as I once imagined.
But it’s not.
It’s safe.
It’s home.
Once more, Luke curls his fingers inside me as his lips pull my clit into his mouth to both suck on it and assault it with his tongue. All rational thought leaves as my orgasm rushes through my body. My fingers clench even harder as my hips jerk against his mouth.
Tears prick my eyes as Luke continues to finger me, drawing out my release, forcing even more pleasure onto my already-frayed nerves. At this moment, everything becomes clear. I never planned on getting pregnant, but honestly, what else would have brought us back together?
It’s as if our bodies knew from the start what we should have realized. As twisted as our lives have been, as fucked up as everything got, we were meant for each other. My body defied the odds and conceived, tying us together in a way that we might not have found on our own. It forced us to put aside our issues and arguments and really see the other person for who they were - the other half of our soul.
It doesn’t matter that Luke is coming to me with less than half a heart. I plan on having enough heart for the two of us, at least until his heals and he can offer more. Closing my eyes, I shoot up a grateful prayer that we managed to find each other again, even if it meant having an unplanned pregnancy.
Sigh hovering on my lips, I let Luke pull away. At first, I think he’s going to unzip himself and have sex with me, but the doesn’t. Instead, he skims his lips against mine, slipping his tongue in to intermingle with mine. That heady, decadent taste of my arousal explodes on my taste buds as he deepens the kiss.
“Let’s go, momma. Time to get you back into bed.”