Chapter Twenty-One
Angela
“That’s a good picture of him.”
I turned to my right, Eric’s mother staring ahead at the picture of her proud son dressed in his dress uniform receiving his lieutenant's pin. I could make out the red rims of her eyes. I blinked a few times, halting my tears from falling. I was just as emotional that day. As I turned back to the image in front of us, I swallowed, looking at Eric the day he officially became a lieutenant. He told me it was one of the happiest days of his life. Not just because of the advancement in his career but also because it was the day I agreed to be his wife.
I’d carry those words with me forever.
“I’m so thankful you were there for him that day. At the ceremony. It’s written all over his face how much it meant to him that you were there.” Mrs. Kim gestured to the picture next to the one she’d been looking at. That photo was from the same day and was of Eric and me, his arm draped around my waist. I was gazing up at him, my hand resting at the center of his chest, as he looked down at me. I remembered the intensity of his gaze during that picture. His dark eyes conveyed a promise I couldn’t make out at the time. As I stood observing that picture, it was then for the first time that I noticed the slight bulge at the left side of his pants, by his pocket. He was carrying the ring, which he would later propose to me with. My head dropped, and I looked at my left ring finger.
It was still there now.
I’ve worn it every day since the day he first put it on.
Except now, the diamond ring was accompanied by a beautiful white gold wedding band.
“There you are.”
My eyes fluttered shut as my husband’s words flooded over me at the same time his strong arms wrapped around the bodice of the vintage white, lace wedding dress I wore, pulling me into him from behind.
“Thanks for watching over my wife while I was occupied, Mom,” Eric told his mother. He was ambushed by the men of Rescue Four during our wedding reception―which, of course, was held at Charlie’s.
“My pleasure, son.” His mom patted him on the arm, then reached up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek before leaving us. “I need to go find your father. Make sure he’s not eating too much.”
I turned in Eric’s arms, bracing my arms around him as he stared down at me. For a while, he didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. He let his eyes do the talking for him. They held so much love that I needed to blink a couple of times to keep myself from falling into the abyss of his dark gaze.
“I’m surprised they let you get away.” I jutted my head to the bunch of guys behind us. His squad.
He glanced back and then turned his gaze upon me again. “I told ’em if I missed another minute with my wife I was putting them all cleanup and shit duty for a month.”
I lowered my head, giggling into his chest. Rescue Four recently got a dog at the station. Everyone hated cleaning up after it, or what they referred to as shit duty, so that was left to the new rookies.
“You’re terrible,” I laughed.
“And I’m all yours.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
That set him off. His body tightened, and his eyes―which were already dark―grew even darker. He leaned down until his lips hovered just above mine. “I need you.” His voice was low, but hard. He captured my lips, and my body naturally melted into his. I felt the swelling in his tuxedo pants pressing against my lower abdomen.
“Come here,” he ordered, pulling back and then taking me by the arm to follow him.
I frowned, looking around at all our guests. “Where’re we going?”
“Upstairs.”
I gasped. “Eric!” He didn’t stop or even look back at me.
We were staying in the upstairs apartment while we waited to move into the new home we purchased together. I opted to rent out my parents’ home, and the new tenant wanted to move in right away.
“Eric, we have guests downstairs!” I insisted as he slammed the door shut, locking it and pressing me against the door, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“So?” His retort was muffled because his face was buried in my neck, his hands going to the back of my dress, undoing buttons.
“Eric, it’s extremely tacky to leave our wedding reception to have sex!” I hissed and then moaned, slightly raising my head to grant him better access.
“Angel, it’s been three months since I’ve been inside of you. We’re married now, and I’m all healed up. Take off the damn dress!” he growled, pulling the edges of my dress away from each other, lowering it to my hips. His hand went to my strapless white lace bra, pulling it down, both breasts popping out. Seconds later, his tongue wrapped around a distended nipple.
I pressed the back of my head against the door, moaning at the most intimate touch I’ve experienced with him in months. After Eric was first injured and rushed into surgery, the doctors, thankfully, were able to find the source of his internal bleeding and stop it. His liver was seriously injured when the roof collapsed on him. He was in the hospital for three weeks after that, coming home to another month and a half of rest and then physical therapy. I refused to be intimate with him even after about two months when the doctor gave us the all clear. I was terrified of hurting him again, as he was still at only about eighty-percent. But he was still insistent on us continuing with the wedding planning, so his mother and I forged ahead. Then came the buying of our new house and our moving into the apartment above Charlie’s. With all of that going on, I continued to refuse his advances. But right then, with his mouth sucking on my right breast, while one hand massaged the other, and his other hand continued to push down my wedding dress, I knew the wait was over.
My hands went to the buttons of his tuxedo, and he brought his lips back to mine. We feasted on each other’s mouths, our hands working to disrobe one another. When the final button of his dress shirt came undone, I pushed the sides over his shoulders and down his arms, exposing his broad chest and chiseled abdomen. His stomach now held a new scar, from the surgery that stopped the internal bleeding and saved his life. I ducked down and ran my tongue along the scar and pressed tiny kisses along its jagged edges. Then, kissing my way up his abdomen and chest, I played with his nipples the same way he just did mine. I smiled against his skin, feeling his body go rigid with pleasure.
“Enough,” he growled. He pulled away, and I felt the remnants of my dress being pushed down my legs before he swept me up in his arms and carried me to our bedroom. Eric tossed me on the mattress of the queen-sized bed, and I giggled at the serious expression on his face. My laugh didn’t last long when his insistent hands tore my lace panties from my body.
“Eric! I wanted to keep those!” I reprimanded, but he was too busy using his big body to maneuver my legs apart.
“Too bad.” He wasn’t even a bit repentant, and soon enough, I didn’t care either when I felt his hot mouth on my lower lips, while I sat up on my elbows, my head flopped back, eyes rolling to the back of my head. I couldn’t believe I went three months without feeling this. Eric made love to me with his mouth, moaning against my growing wetness. My toes curled, and I dug my heels into the mattress when he wrapped his arms around my upper thighs, pulling me into him.
“Eric!” I panted his name over and over. In response, he continued stroking my clitoris with his tongue, and then sinking one and then two large digits into my core. A fluttering around his fingers began, and soon enough I came apart under his relentless urging. Squeezing my eyes so tight that stars formed, I let out a yell of pleasure unlike one I’ve ever let out before. My husband was making me his in every way possible.
Even before I could open my eyes, I felt him move up my body, planting his mouth over mine, letting me taste myself on his lips. I curled my arms around his broad shoulders, but then gasped when I felt the wide head of his cock penetrating me. I had no idea how he got his pants off so quickly, nor did I care. My fingernails dug into the hard planes of his upper back, and he drove into me so forcefully that my lower back arched off the bed entirely.
“Oh shit!” I yelled as he continued stroking my walls with his thickness.
“Fuck if I ever go three months without this again,” he growled just before biting my earlobe and then lowering his head into the space between my head and neck.
“I love you, baby,” I panted while silently thanking God for keeping my man alive. I prayed that he always made it home to me, and for the strength to endure the life of being the wife of one of the best firefighters in the Williamsport Fire Department.
“Come with me, Angel,” my husband insisted.
I’d give him whatever he wanted, especially when he angled himself to continue stroking me and have the top of his cock brushing against my swollen bud with every down stroke, the way he was doing.
“Yes!” I answered.
He sat back on his haunches and pounded into me, hands underneath the round globes of my asses, gripping tightly. Moments later I felt him swell inside of me and I squeezed my pelvic muscles, encouraging his release as he encouraged mine. A heartbeat later we were both yelling out as our releases hit us. For the first time, I felt Eric completely release inside of me, and my greedy canal milked him for everything he had.
My eyes finally fluttered open, and my handsome, strong man looked spent. I braced myself when he collapsed down toward the bed, but instead of falling on me, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and fell over to his side, rolling us so now I was on top of his heaving body. Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to the center of his sweaty chest.
“Now that round one is out of the way …” He trailed off, his attention on my breasts as he licked his lips.
“Babe, we still have guests downstairs,” I tried again. We got one good round out of the way, surely, we could finish this later.
Instead of seeing things my way, he frowned. “Fuck them. We need to get started on making my five babies.”
My eyes widened, and I burst out laughing. “You are ridiculous.” This was the one thing we couldn’t agree on. I wanted three children, while my husband insisted on five. Five kids!
“And you’re going to give them to me,” he grunted, circling my nipple with his pointer finger. I began to feel his shaft growing stiff again.
“So greedy,” I purred.
“For my very own Angel.”
My heart fluttered, as it did every time he used that nickname. I was powerless to rebuff any attempts after that. Our guests would just have to make due until we made it back down.
Eric’s dark gaze rose to meet mine and moisture flowed from my core; my hips began moving of their own accord. His hands were at my waist, encouraging me.
Five isn’t really that many, was the last coherent thought I had before bliss completely took over and I proceeded to make love to my husband.
The End