Chapter 14

Ruby

In the shower, I was surprised by how cavalier I was with Wyatt in the hall. But when it really came down to it, that shower was all about him.

I fantasized about being naked with him: rubbing his strong, sexy body and licking him from top to bottom. I thought about sitting on his face, using it as my throne.

And babies. The babies are back. I ache so badly for a future with this fucking man, I don’t know how to deal with it.

In the privacy of my bedroom, I observe my naked body in the full-length mirror. I think about the “flaws” I had before and picture the way Wyatt looks at me—like I’m perfect.

I wonder how many women he’s been with at this point and if any of them matter at all. I undress my naked body with his eyes and hope there is nothing to worry about.

Of course, he’d love me.

My dad sends me a text letting me know everyone’s ready to go hiking. But I can’t go. Not like this.

My heart is racing. My pussy is wet. And I’m naked with a locked door.

I lie on my back in the beautiful plush bed I’ve had thousands of dreams about Wyatt in throughout the years. I hear his voice call my name, knowing the echoes are just intangible fantasies.

I still allow them into my head, the way I wish his stiff cock would. I lick my index and middle fingers, sucking on them until passion forces my teeth to interfere.

Then, I guide them back and forth on my clit, moaning silently into the open country air. I subconsciously whisper his name trying to find some relief. I decide I can’t come without him, and I stop.

I stop the fantasy. Stop the motion.

I frown on my back, hungry for him. Wishing for his rock hard cock to show me everything I’ve been missing, everything I’ve been wishing for.

Just as I think it’s safe to get dressed and join my family, I see that it isn’t. My pussy is still tingling for him. I need to come.

I close my eyes and feel Wyatt’s lips on my neck. On my earlobe. With his baritone down to a whisper, he confesses that he’s always wanted me. He’s ached for my touch.

That’s why he’s come back. I rub my clit again, this time more aggressively. There’s more fire.

With my free hand, I go back and forth squeezing my nipples. Panting deeply, biting my juicy bottom lip to keep any sound from escaping.

I love him. There, I love Wyatt.

I feel myself getting closer to reaching the climax—closing my eyes tighter, biting my bottom lip harder, and rubbing my swollen clit faster.

What if I just allowed him to come inside of me?

I envision Wyatt taking my tight little pussy from behind.

He’s handling me like a beast. He knows what I need. Most of all, he’s taking what he needs for himself.

He thrusts in and out of me, back and forth. I feel myself wanting to blend my reality with my dreams, so I roll over onto my stomach. I stick my ass high in the air and continue to rub my clit.

With my face buried into my pillow, I feel it’s safe to finally let the moans that have been begging to escape my throat loose. I want them free in the bedroom I now share with Wyatt as his wife, his best friend, his everything.

As I rub my clit, I feel more juices escape my pussy. I breathe deeply in preparation for my first orgasm. I need this just as much as I need him.

He senses it, so he digs harder, deeper into me. I almost scream, but I bite hard onto my bottom lip, once again afraid I’ll alert someone else of what’s happening.

My eyes tighten as I feel it. The rush I’ve heard described many times before. I can barely breathe; I need this.

I need this.

I finally feel my pussy come, my clit raw from the rubbing. I collapse onto my bed and allow myself to enjoy a temporary stillness.

Breathing deeply, I let myself think of nothing. My entire body is numb, riding a train of inexplicable bliss.

I try bringing myself back to reality. There are people waiting for me, after all.

I think I heard my phone ring since my dad’s last message. Maybe not. I don’t know anything to be true anymore.

Well, no. I know that I need Wyatt.

I lick my sweet cum from my fingertips and savor the flavor. It’s my reward for loving him. He’s my reward for life.

I’d stay in the position all day, flat on my stomach. Cum inviting stickiness between my inner thighs.

But I can’t. People will worry, and before I know it, they’ll be at my door.

How could I explain my current situation to anyone but Wyatt at this point?

Still, I feel myself blush at the thought of him seeing me this way. Love should be easier, like the movies.

I sit up in my bed and exhale in frustration. Then, I get up and walk to the mirror that started this whole thing.

Mirror, mirror on the wall…I smile to myself.

I feel different now—a little more grown up, bolder, and more confident.

I’m not saying I’ll walk up to Wyatt and grab his cock. I just think that if he doesn’t see the glow and the beauty I see right now, something has got to be wrong with him.

Right?

I hate the way he makes me feel insecure and unfocused. But on the flipside, I love thinking about us as the happiest couple in the world. There’s got to be a reason things happened this way.

There has to be a reason I’ve grown a million ways over the years, except one. I am a totally different person, but still love the same man.

Why is that?

Perhaps it’s something I should ponder while getting dressed.