The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (16 page)

“Hey,
”
I pull away from her, just enough to be able to look into her eyes.
“
I know this isn
’
t much, but
—”

“No! No, Sonny,
”
she reaches up and cups her hands around my face as she shakes her head at me.
“
I love it. You
’
ve recreated one of the best nights of my life.
Of course
I love it.
”

“Then what
’
s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you crying?
”
Part of me wants to feel relieved, but how can I feel relieved looking at her tear streaked face?

“I was just thinking
…
all of my sweetest memories are with you. I cherish every last one of them and I can
’
t wait to make so many more. Soon, you
’
ll be making
daddy
memories and I just
—
I love you so much. Our baby is so lucky to have you. I can hardly wait
—
well, I mean, I
can
, we
need
to, I just
—
what? Why are you looking at me like that?
”

The grin on my face grows wider as I lean down to rest my forehead against hers.
“
You
’
re adorable, did you know that?
”

“Adorable?
”
she mutters teasingly.
“
I like
sexy, little, mama
better.
”

“Oh, you mean sexy, little,
waddling
, mama,
”
I correct her with a chuckle. Before she can protest, I close my mouth around hers. She sighs wistfully and opens up for me without delay. My tongue dances with hers for only a moment, then I pull away abruptly. Her mouth hangs open in surprise and the smirk I offer her in response can
’
t be helped.
“
If we don
’
t stop now, you
’
ll be naked in two seconds. Let
’
s eat first.
”

“Okay,
”
she says with a laugh.
“
Oh! And exchange presents.
”

“Your favorite part,
”
I reply with a wink.

“You know it!
”

When we sit down to eat, it isn
’
t long before we
’
ve completely forgotten about the movie. We recollect all that happened when we told Beck and Addie our news and we make plans to call mom and dad tomorrow after I get home from work. As soon as we finish with our sandwiches, Avery all but demands that we exchange gifts. Ever the traditionalist, she insisted that whatever we gave each other had to be
paper
—
as that
’
s what you
’
re supposed to exchange with your spouse on your first anniversary.

She makes me go first and I
’
m surprised to find tickets to the Bears vs. Bronco game this winter. Before I can protest that this wasn
’
t in the budget we agreed upon, she informs me that she practically stole them from Paul
—
one of the guys in her string quintet
—
who has season tickets. She
’
s also sure to mention that this time, since Beck isn
’
t around, I
’
m required to take her to the game. I know she
’
s not a huge fan, having only ever really enjoyed the sport when I was on the field; but she
’
s definitely a fan of napping in my arms while I watch on Sunday afternoons, or the loads of hot chocolate she consumes whenever we manage to make it to an outdoor game. I agree to her company with no argument.

Inside of her card, she finds a gift receipt. She looks at me quizzically, unsure what it is she holds.
“
It
’
s a spa day,
”
I explain.
“
I know you don
’
t like to get your nails done, but there were a bunch of other girly things the lady helped me pick out for you to do instead.
”
I shrug and she grins before crawling towards me to deliver a kiss.

“Thank you, Hottie.
”
She gives me another kiss and when she pulls away, I spot the mischievous look in her eyes.
“
I have
one
more gift for you. I cheated, though. It
’
s not paper.
”

“Oh?
”
She smirks at me as she finds the blindfold and moves to cover my eyes.
“
How am I supposed to know what it is if I can
’
t see?
”

“Hmm. Good question. How does it feel to be on the other side, my love?
”

“I haven
’
t decided yet,
”
I inform her, reaching out to grab hold of her waist.
“
It depends on what the gift is. Are you
wearing
it?
”
I ask suggestively.

“Nope,
”
she giggles, batting my hands away.
“
I
’
ll be right back. Sit tight.
”

I listen to the sound of her bare feet against the floor as she walks away from me. I have no idea what she
’
s up to, but I
’
m excited to find out. I love it when my bashful bride feels playful. I lean back against the couch and relax, patiently waiting for her return. I hear her as she draws near and my dick twitches when she decides to use my lap as her seat, her legs straddling my hips. My hands immediately seek out the bare skin underneath her dress, the warmth of her thighs beneath my fingers distracting me from what I
’
m waiting for.

When she leans forward, pressing her chest against mine, I breathe in deeply. She smells amazing, her perfume, her shampoo, and the natural scent of her skin mingle together in such a way that makes my mouth water. I lick my lips, appreciating the heightened awareness of my other senses  as I
’
m currently being robbed of my sight.

“Open up, my love,
”
she murmurs, her breath tickling my lips. I do as I
’
m told  and she traces something cool around the entrance of my mouth before sliding it past my teeth. I bite down
and hum my satisfaction when the chocolate covered strawberry bursts in my mouth.

On the first night of our honeymoon, the hotel provided complimentary chocolate covered strawberries as part of our suite package. Best damn strawberries I
’
ve ever had in my life.

As I savor my bite now, she runs her fingers through my hair and I
’
m sure I
’
m in heaven. My hands travel farther up her legs, silently persuading her closer. I feel it when she reaches behind me and the promise of another strawberry has me opening up for more. She dips the treat into my mouth before pulling it out abruptly, the taste of chocolate disappearing as if it never existed. Before I have a chance to grumble, her tongue sweeps through my mouth. I
’
m hard in an instant. I know she feels it when she kisses me deeper, rocking her hips against mine. I
’
m just about ready to rip off the blindfold when she tears her mouth from mine, feeding me the strawberry as if to placate me.

I laugh, amused, impressed, and horny as hell at the way my girl is playing with me.

“I like this game,
”
she murmurs.

“I think I might like it, too.
”

“Yeah?
”
she kisses one of my cheeks and then the other.
“
I think that might mean I
’
m not teasing you nearly as much as I should be.
”
Her lips find mine before I
’
m gifted another strawberry. As soon as she tosses away the stem, her hands find their way underneath my shirt. As she slides her hands up, taking the material with her, I lift my arms in response to her speechless demand.

She caresses my chest with feather soft kisses and my desire to touch her all over in return becomes undeniable. When I reach for her, she giggles and pulls my hands away.
“
Hands behind your head, mister.
”
I obey with a smirk, surrendering to my woman while she
’
s immersed in this rare form of dominance.

When she unbuckles my belt and opens my shorts, my breathing grows shallow.
“
Ave?
”
She ignores me, reaching her hand into my boxers to pull out my rock hard dick.
“
Avery
…”
I barely get her name out as her small hands work their way up and down the length of my shaft.

My little mama is playing dirty. It
’
s so hot, and I
’
m so turned on, it
’
s unreal.

I
’
m not prepared for the sensation of her tongue against the sensitive flesh of my head. One wet lick has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“
Shiiiiiiiit, Ave!
”
I groan. When she closes her lips around me, I can no longer keep my hands to myself. The second I tangle my fingers in her hair, she pulls away from me.

“Mr. O
’
Conner
—
you
’
re breaking the rules.
”

I grit my teeth, irritatingly pleased to follow along. I bring my hands back up behind my head, weaving my fingers together. She hums her amusement before the warmth of her mouth engulfs me. She doesn
’
t blow me often. It
’
s not her favorite thing. I don
’
t mind, as I
’
d much rather make love to her pussy anyway. However, we promised each other that if we ever wanted to get off, we wouldn
’
t do it alone; sometimes she
’
ll let me fuck her mouth when she
’
s in the middle of her cycle. Even though it
’
s not her first choice, she
’
s a damn quick study and I won
’
t deny how good it feels to be inside her mouth.

I usually like to watch. She knows it, my little tease, and it kills me that she
’
s somehow managed to take both sight and touch away from me.
“
You
’
re not playing fair, Shorty,
”
I stutter.

She sucks harder, beckoning a groan that seems to resonate from the deepest part of me. I know if she keeps going, I
’
ll come in no time.
“
Sweetheart
—
if you don
’
t stop
—”
She pulls away with a pop and when her lips press against mine, I
’
m done playing her game.

I yank the blindfold off and pull her against me, kissing her hungrily. She moans and I have her on her back in an instant. She pushes my shorts down over my ass as I pull her dress up. It gets stuck just above her waist and she grins at me when I give her a quizzical frown, desperate for a solution.

“Zipper,
”
she tells me, reaching for her side.

“That
’
s a stupid place for a zipper,
”
I mutter, pulling away from her in order to yank the rest of my clothes off. She giggles and I smirk, relieved to find her dress in a heap on the floor when I roll back on top of her.
“
Much better,
”
I say, my mouth grazing hers.

When my fingers slide under the thin fabric of her panties, she lifts her hips so that I can slide them out of my way.
“
Make love to me, Grayson,
”
she begs.