Until Death Do We Part (Sex and Vows 1)

“Welcome home, stud.”

He closed the gap between us, his body flush against mine as he untied the apron and let it drop to the floor. “Did I miss a special occasion? Anniversary? Birthday?”

Like he’d ever miss anything so important. My hubby had a mind like a steel trap and never failed to spoil me rotten when the occasion called for it—or when it didn’t. “Nope,” I answered. “I just thought it was worth a little extra effort to welcome you home since we haven’t seen each other in two weeks.”

“A little extra effort?” He tilted his body away from mine and trailed a finger down a bra strap, along the top of the cup hugging my breast, and underneath the front clasp. His thumb slid over it and with a flick of his fingers, it opened. “Cooking me dinner might qualify as little, but doing so in nothing but lingerie, heels, and an apron is going above and beyond the call of duty. And that’s before factoring in your choice of color. You know how much I love to see you in white.”

I made a big show of glancing down at his hands which were kneading my tits while my bra hung open. “Almost as much as you like to see me out of it.”

“Can you blame me? How is it that you look even more gorgeous now than the day I met you?” His breath was hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “It shouldn’t be possible when you were already the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

I slid my palms up his chest, enjoying the feel of his taut skin and firm muscles, before wrapping my arms around his neck. “I guess I’m one of the world’s great mysteries.”

“You know I like to solve m

ysteries,” he quipped. It was true, he was quick to find solutions—faster even than most of the analysts I worked with. “I better do some in depth research to figure this one out.”

I held on tightly as he lifted me up onto the counter. “You’re going to need to dig deep, stud.”

“The deeper, the better, right?”

“Always,” I breathed against his lips.

“What about dinner?”

“I made something that would keep for later.”

“My smart woman,” he murmured against my skin, right before his lips wrapped around my nipple. His tongue and teeth worked together to torture me as he toyed with my breasts. Biting, licking, and sucking until I was writhing in need and spread out on our kitchen counter. When he trailed his fingers down my stomach, I shivered in anticipation. They slid over my panties, moving lower to grip my thighs and push them farther apart. Positioning himself between my legs, he bent low and licked from one knee, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and up to the seam of my panties. When he moved his head away to repeat the process with the other leg, I moaned in protest.

“Don’t tease me, Alex. It’s been too long.”

“Are you on edge, baby?”

“Yes,” I hissed as his fingers teased along the edge of my panties.

“You want to come on my fingers or my mouth first?”

“Fingers,” I bit out. “Then your mouth. And your cock after that, as long as you’re asking.”

“Greedy girl,” he chuckled, one long finger sliding under my panties to dip inside me.

“Only for you, stud.” There wasn’t anything in the world I craved more than Alex.

“Damn fucking straight it’s only me. You’re mine, Evie.” He added a second finger, twisting his hand so his thumb rubbed my clit with each thrust of his fingers. I arched my hips up as he worked me. My breath caught in my throat when he bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. When he bit down on it, the tension inside me broke.

“Alex!” I screamed. My hands clenched against the edges of the granite countertops so hard, I was surprised it didn’t crumble from the pressure.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, giving the spot on my breast he’d bitten a soft kiss before licking his way down to my pussy. “It’s a good thing you wanted my mouth on you next, ‘cause I can’t wait any longer to get your taste in my mouth. I’ve been craving it the whole time I was away.”

Then, he ripped my panties from my body, opened the lips of my pussy with his thumbs, and licked me from top to bottom. A growl rumbled up from his chest and he ate me out like he was starving for me. He held me in place with a firm grip while he nibbled and sucked until I was begging him to let me come again.

“Please, stud. Just a little bit harder. I’m so damn close.”

The thrust of his tongue into my pussy and the scrape of his teeth against my clit was exactly what I needed, sending me over the edge again. My body arched and I screamed his name a second time. He didn’t give me any time to recover, rising up and positioning himself with his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy.

“Gimme your cock now, stud.”

My head dropped to back onto the counter when he roughly pushed into me, going deep with one thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for the wild ride, panting as he moved faster. Leveraging myself up onto my elbows, I watched the play of his muscles as he hammered into me. His dark eyes locked with mine as he fucked me hard and rough. My body jerked with each of his thrusts, and I felt a third orgasm building inside me.

“Come for me,” Alex rasped. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing me tight while you come over my cock.”

His command sent me over the edge, making me cry out as I did exactly as he’d ordered—my pussy clenching around his dick.

“Yes, my Evie,” he groaned. “That’s just what I needed. To feel your wet pussy milk my cock. You want my come now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered, my eyes locked with his as he continued to pound inside me. “I want that more than anything.”

He growled low in his throat, his eyes darkening. “I’m going to fill you up, mark you as mine from the inside out.”

“Good,” I panted, “It’s time to kick baby-making practice into high gear. I expect you to get me good and pregnant in a few months.”

He paused in his thrusts, his head snapping back in shock. “Evie?” he gasped, his cock growing harder and longer inside me as hope flared in his eyes.

“I didn’t refill my prescription before my trip. I’ve been off the pill for two weeks now. The doctor says it will be a few months before my body is ready, though.”

With one more thrust, he planted himself deep, his fingers digging into my hips while he came for me. Came inside me, completely unprotected from pregnancy for the very first time. Keeping us connected, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom. After dropping me onto the mattress, he strode into the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. He hadn’t said a single word since my admission, and I was starting to get a little nervous. He gently cleaned between my legs, dropping a kiss on my navel which settled my nerves some. When he was done, he tossed the cloth over his shoulder, something he’d never done before. My heart raced as he moved me to the center of the bed, covered me with the sheet, and slid in beside me. My head dropped against his chest when pulled me into his arms, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Say something,” I whispered, finally breaking the silence between us.

He used one finger to tilt my head until my gaze met his. I was startled to find tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Evie. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect homecoming.” Suddenly, he grinned. “I don’t care what the doctor says, I think we might have made our baby today. But just in case we didn’t, I think we need to try some more.”

And try we did, until the wee hours of the morning when he dropped down next to me and passed out. If my co-workers saw me like I was with Alex, vulnerable and open, they would probably fall over in shock. In my professional life, I was the furthest thing from welcoming. My work environment didn’t exactly foster friendships, and I took those boundaries seriously. Even amongst a group of loners, I had a reputation for being even more of a lone wolf. Fierce and solitary, but loyal. It was a persona I was comfortable with because it kept people at a distance.

Everyone but Alex, who I adored beyond reason. Our marriage was perfect...except for the whole other life I was hiding from him. A life I needed to rethink if we were really going to have a baby. I’d have to take the next few months while my body adjusted to figure things out. The other part of my life wasn’t a world into which I wanted to bring an innocent life. I’d been able to protect my husband from that side of my life by keeping the two halves of myself completely separate. But a pregnancy very well could result in those two worlds colliding. As I stared down at my gorgeous husband, his face relaxed in sleep, I vowed to find a way to make it work. Alex wasn’t the most patient man in the world. It had only taken him two weeks to talk me into moving in with him. Four weeks to pop the question. Two months to exchange our vows. Four years of comments about breeding me, filling my belly with his baby. Four years of me putting him off, knowing the risks involved but was unable to explain it to him. The decision had been made. I was done making my husband wait. He’d been patient long enough.

Chapter 2

Alex

Sometimes I really hated my job. I hadn’t seen my wife in weeks and after the perfect night we’d shared, all I wanted to do was stay curled up in bed with her for a week. At least. I was determined to prove the doctor wrong and plant my baby in Evie’s belly right away. If it didn’t happen last night, I’d be pretty shocked. It was like hearing her say she was ready set something off inside of me. I don’t think I’d ever orgasmed so hard or filled her with so much come. I wouldn’t be surprised if my balls were dry as the fucking desert this morning. But the erection pressing against my wife’s stellar ass, as I wrapped her

up even tighter in my arms, proved otherwise.

It didn’t matter what I wanted, the constant buzzing of my cell phone was shattering the perfection I was cocooned in. The distinct pattern of vibration told me it was my “work” cell and I stifled a groan, not wanting to wake Evie. If I ignored it, there would be a team of agents swarming my house in no time. That wouldn’t be easy to explain away. “Oh, honey, these are some guys I met at poker night. They thought we had a game this morning. They didn’t mean to break in... What? They look like spies? Preposterous!”

The last thing I needed right now, especially after she’d finally agreed to have a baby, was to break it to my sweet wife that she was married to a spy. I didn’t intend to hide it from her forever. I could appeal to the higher ups to have her read in, and I planned to do so, some day. I wanted to wait until I was ready to leave the field. I struggled with the guilt of lying, but I didn’t see one good reason for causing her to live life in fear every time I left the house. No, it was better for her to remain blissfully ignorant, believing I’m simply a contract lawyer with a plethora of international clients.

Lifting my hand from where it had been resting against her flat stomach, I twisted and reach out to grab my phone. The screen confirmed my suspicions, I was being paged into the office. Resisting the temptation to throw it at the wall, I set it back down on the bedside table. Curling back up around my Evie, I resolved to put in for a long fucking vacation. A babymoon. I perked up at the thought. It was just what we needed. I could spend my days and nights putting a baby in my wife for a week—no ten days—wait—maybe two weeks. Yeah, two weeks sounded perfect.

I lifted my head and brushed a kiss over Evie’s temple before reluctantly letting her go and getting out of bed. She stirred, and I leaned down to taste her sweet lips.