Acquiring Analise (K&S Securities 2)

Hugging him tight I nod my agreement. “If it had ended differently, I never would have felt desperate to leave.”

“I am sorry, sunshine. I was so sure that I had hurt you physically that it didn’t even occur to me that by leaving you that way, I would be causing you a deeper pain. I can’t promise I will never do anything stupid ever again, but I swear I will never leave how much I love you, have always loved you, unsaid. You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His words are the ones I’ve dreamed of hearing him say, “I feel the same way about you, Xavier.”

His rough hands skim down my back and grip my hips firmly, his long fingers digging in slightly. The less than gentle touch ignites a burning need to be under him, to feel him unleash all the passion that I know he’s been holding back from me.

“Fuck me, Xavier,” I whisper plaintively. He steps back, a question in his eyes. “Please?”

Before I can even process him moving, I’m on my back, the cool sheets beneath me a striking contrast to the burning heat of him sliding over me. His knees push my thighs so wide I can’t help the gasp that tumbles from my lips.

“Hold on, naughty girl.” He growls against my breast, his teeth nipping at my sensitive nipple. The pain is swift and sharp, immediately soothed when his slick tongue glides over the hardening tip. Grasping both of my wrists in one hand, he draws them up over my head. I grab onto the headboard like he told me to, and smile up into his face as his satiny shaft breeches my entrance and slides home, making us one.

He looks menacing like he did on our wedding night, desperate for me. A little unhinged, and I make him this way.

Me. He wants me. He loves me.

As his throbbing hardness pounds into my welcoming warmth over and over, I can’t stop the words that bubble out of my mouth.

“I love you, Xavier. Oh, fuck! I love you so much.” He is propped over me, staring down into my face, his teeth clenched, his hips pistoning faster and faster. A trickle of sweat runs down his cheek and plops onto my chest, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. This beautiful man, my man, bringing us both so much pleasure with the masculine perfection of his body.

My core flutters, gripping his cock tighter. I look down at our joined bodies but can’t see anything more than the striking contrast of his deeply tanned skin against my pale flesh.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Analise.” He rumbles, his hand sliding around my throat with careful pressure. “I will never get enough of seeing you under me.” He thrusts harder, raising up on his knees and pulling me with him until my ass is in his hands, and he is moving me, using my body to stroke his cock. The helplessness of the position is all it takes for me to start unraveling.

My pussy clenches rhythmically around him. “That’s the way, baby,” he roars, thumbing the slippery, stiff bud of my clit as I sob wildly, digging my fingernails into the rigid muscles of his straining thighs. “Fuuck! You need to cum NOW!” He shouts, his head thrown back as he pushes us both right up to the edge, the tight line of his throat exposed.

My keening cry echos in the room as his hard fingers pinch the electrified bundle of nerves he had been rubbing just seconds before. Pleasure obliterates me as my eyes slam shut, and bright light explodes behind them. My entire body quivers with the intensity of my orgasm while Xavier drops me against the pillows and resumes thrusting, pushing me right back up to the edge then over it as he grinds deep and fills me with ropes of hot cum.

When it’s over, he somehow manages to roll us both to the side, so I’m not crushed beneath him. I’m too weak to move. The only sound in the room is the discordant symphony of our ragged breaths.

“That was…” I gasp as he slides his still hard cock from my body, and an aftershock of pleasure races through my body.

“Perfect,” he finishes for me. Nodding, I snuggle close, tracing my fingertips along the tight lines of his abs.

“Absolutely perfect.” I agree, yawning. It’s been a ridiculously long day.

Lazily, Xavier moves to pull the covers over our damp bodies, and I feel it. A definite movement by the babies. Taking his hand in mine, I place it over the small fluttering, so he can feel it too.

“We woke them up.” I giggle, yawning again. Pregnancy makes me tired and horny, what can I say?

His face lights up with happiness, and he plants a kiss on my lips before he rolls me over so that I’m the little spoon, and cradles my bump in one careful hand.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, Ana, but I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

I sigh, content to be in his arms where I know that I belong. I know that there is still a lot on his mind, but right now- this moment- is ours, and nothing can get in the way of it. He says he’s not letting me out of his sight, but I know the truth- I’m not ever letting him out of mine. He needs me to be his sunshine in the midst of the darkness that surrounds him.

Epilogue

Xavier

A quiet sound jolts me awake, and I roll over in bed, searching for the soft warmth of Ana’s body beside mine. The last couple of weeks, she has been like a little furnace. Pregnancy hormones she keeps saying. The sheets beside me are empty and cold, she’s been up for a while. She’s been doing that a lot lately. At thirty-six weeks, the babies will be full term in a month, and the bigger she gets, the more miserable she is.

A sliver of light glows beneath the bathroom door, and I quietly slip out bed to check on her. I know that she doesn’t want me worrying about her, but I can’t help it. She and my little ones growing inside her have become my whole world. I never knew that I could love anyone so much, let alone three people. It totally consumes me.

My hand is resting against the bathroom door, ready to swing it open when a muffled cry comes from the hall just outside the door. My brow is furrowed into a scowl as I stride across the mostly dark room to find my wife.

Analise is leaning against the wall outside of our room hunched over, cradling her very round abdomen. The hard bulge is noticeably lower than it was when we went to bed just a few hours ago. Her feet are bare, her silky pajama pants soaked and clinging to her slim legs.