Page 79 of Protecting Addison
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Addison was so tired, but she couldn’t sleep. She’d dreamed of this every night since Ricky had left. Of lying in his arms. He smelled like lemons. He’d obviously used her lotion before coming to bed. The feel of his chest rising and falling as he breathed in and out was mesmerizing. He was back…and relatively unharmed. She hadn’t missed the bruises on his chest and arms, but since he didn’t even act like they hurt at all, she did her best to dismiss them.
Her husband was home. The time he was gone had been more difficult than she’d ever admit. She worried that she wasn’t doing or saying the right things for the kids at every turn. Stressed about her ex and Ellory. Wondered how she was going to finish her baking jobs and get everything else done as well. The laundry was backed up, the house was a mess…but everyone was happy and healthy, so she was going to count that as a win.
She hadn’t talked about tomorrow’s schedule with Ricky, as was their usual routine when they went to bed, but he was obviously more than exhausted. He’d fallen asleep in seconds. They had time to talk about who had what activity and which chores needed to be done in the morning, during breakfast.
Sharing the first meal of the day with her husband wasn’t something she would ever take for granted again. Nor all the things he did for their family. Yes, he worked during the day, but he still managed to do so many things that eased the workload on her shoulders.
Addison eventually fell asleep, one leg hitched over Ricky’s thighs, her arm around his belly, clutching him to her tightly even as she slept.
She wasn’t sure what woke her up, had no idea what time it was. It was still mostly dark in the room, except for the glow coming from the nightlights on the walls they’d installed in case one of the kids needed something in the middle of the night and came into the room.
In a flash, the evening before came back to her. Ricky was home.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “my sleep schedule is whacked. I woke up, had my beautiful wife in my arms, drooling on me—but I won’t mention that—and my cock, which has behaved itself for the last few weeks, suddenly developed a mind of its own.”
Addison chuckled and looked up at her husband. Ricky was hovering over her, his weight on an elbow as his other hand was under her…his…shirt, playing with her nipple. She could feel his erection against her thigh.
Immediately, her libido switched on. She hadn’t felt the slightest urge to pleasure herself while he’d been gone. She’d been too busy, too worried to think about sex. But now that he was home, safe and sound and in bed with her…it was all she could think about.
Without hesitation, she sat up a little and whipped the T-shirt over her head. Then she shoved her underwear over her hips and kicked them away before lying back down and smiling at Ricky. “Hurry. Before the kids wake up and demand the foot-high stack of pancakes they eat every morning. I swear they have hollow legs. I don’t know how they pack it all in.”
Ricky smiled but did as she ordered, lowering his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Arching against him, Addison moaned softly. She’d missed this. Sex with Ricky was out-of-this-world amazing. He made her feel things she’d never felt before, and certainly couldn’t duplicate with her own fingers and toys.
Feeling impatient, she reached down and shoved her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his erection.
“Fuck, hon. Yes.” His hips pushed into her hand, and Addison smiled.
Then he was a whirl of motion, pushing his boxers off and getting on his knees between her legs. He shoved his hands under her ass and lifted her hips off the mattress at the same time he lowered his head.
Addison jolted in pleasure at the way he literally attacked her pussy. There was no finesse in his actions. No gentle wooing. He went right for her clit and licked and sucked at her as if he was a dying man, and she was his only sustenance.
It had been long enough, and he was talented enough, that it took only a few minutes before the telltale shaking of her thighs began as she approached orgasm.
The second she tensed around him, he lifted his head, dropped her ass back to the bed, and pushed her legs apart. She was still coming when he shoved his cock inside her in one quick thrust. The feel of him filling her to the brim prolonged her orgasm. As did the way he began to fuck her hard and fast.
He leaned over, bracing his hands next to her shoulders. His hips thrust powerfully as he took her. Addison reached up and grasped his biceps while staring into his eyes. Ricky didn’t take his gaze from hers as he claimed her.
Every time he bottomed out, he pressed against her clit, making her twitch in pleasure. Had sex with him ever beenthisamazing? Probably. But it had been too long and she’d obviously forgotten.
“I love you,” she breathed.
“Love. You. So. Much,” he said in time with his thrusts.
It wasn’t long before his rhythm began to falter and she knew he was close. Addison leaned up and took his earlobe between her teeth and sucked it hard. That was all it took. Ricky groaned and pushed deeper than he’d been before as he came, collapsing against her.
After a long moment, he went up on his elbows and said, “Holy hell, woman, you almost killed me.”
“I didn’t do anything but lie here,” she teased.
“I know,” he said seriously. “I love you so much. You’re my everything. With you, I’m the man I always wanted to be.”
“Ricky,” she said, on the verge of tears. She’d missed him so much. Having him home safely was a dream come true. She refused to think about all the times in the future he’d be leaving for missions. She wanted to think that the first deployment would be the most difficult, but she had a feeling they’d only get harder and harder.
She shifted under him, and he asked, “Am I squishing you?”
“No, you feel perfect.”
