Silver or Gold

SAM

Sunshine glowed through the cracks in Evie’s curtain as an infrequent car horn faintly honked on Main Street, but we were high enough in the building that it didn’t wake her.

After all the excitement last night over the pregnancy—not to mention the big dramatic scene with Greg—we’d decided to take a rain check on the fancy dinner in favor of Netflix and chill.

Then Evie’d fallen asleep cuddling with me. I hadn’t the heart to wake her by getting the remote, let alone for sex, so I’d done my best to sleep despite the raging hard-on.

This morning, her TV screen saver was still rolling images of flowers floating from left to right, and I wasn’t feeling generous enough to let her keep sleeping much longer.

At some point during the night, she must’ve rolled off me, because she was now lying on her back with her head turned away. All I could see from this angle was the side of her chestnut curls.

I couldn’t help but picture what was hiding beneath the sheet. Not just Evie’s naked body, but our baby inside. It was genuinely impressive. Even as she slept, her body was creating a life.

I still couldn’t believe that she’d tried for five years with Greg to get pregnant, only for it to happen for us during our first time together in the bathroom at Finnigan’s. Talk about an ego boost.

I sank my head under the rosy fabric of the sheets for a better look. Her flawless legs reacted like Jell-O as I nudged them apart enough to lower my torso between her thighs.

I planted a few passionate kisses in the center of her flat tummy, marveling at how there was half of me growing in there.

If it was a boy, I hoped he’d like baseball and be kind like his mamma. I hoped he’d show interest in my company when he got older, eventually taking over.

If it was a girl, I hoped she’d be as smart and as beautiful as Evie—and also have an interest in the firm. I would love nothing more than to hand my business over to my child on a silver platter, no matter their gender.

I dropped another lengthy kiss on Evie’s soft skin, and I could hear her groan above me like she was finally waking up.

Light poured into my cloth bubble as she suddenly tossed the thin sheet over my shoulders, exposing me while I was still admiring her stomach.

“Good morning, angel,” I said, smirking.

“Good morning,” she mumbled with a groggy smile.

She looked so cute, still on the brink of sleep, rubbing her emerald eyes. But I could also see her nude nipples hardening the longer they were exposed to the draft of the room.

“What are you, uh…” She softly moaned at my first open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her thigh. “What are you doin’ down there, Vázquez?”

“Hey, I’m gonna be a dad,” I said, cocking a brow. And, well, that wasn’t the only thing cocked and ready to go. “I’m gonna need all the energy I can get before this baby’s born. That means no skipping breakfast.”

She grinned. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, planting another kiss all too close to her sweet spot. “And may I say, the spread looks ~delicious~.”

It truly did. Her legs were open wide enough that her lips no longer protected the pink folds between them. My mouth watered to taste her, and the mini button in the center called my name. I knew if I licked there just right, she’d be squirming in no time.

“Then what’re you waiting for, Vázquez?”

~Good question.~

I gently urged the length of my tongue against her tiny bud, earning a moan from Evie. I licked along the smooth insides of her lips, then lapped against the little gumdrop that was the key to a glaze richer than the finest of caramel.

I couldn’t get enough of going down on her. Her pussy was quickly becoming my favorite language to speak.

My elbows pressed into the mattress as I snatched the backs of her thighs, lifting her knees to open her up that much further.

Evie’s symphony of pleasurable breaths and whimpers rose as the warmth of her hands claimed the sides of my head. My cock ached, sandwiched between my body and the mattress.

If I wasn’t careful, the pressure might just be enough to make me cum on its own—especially while I was feeling her toes curling into my shoulder blades.

My hair wasn’t really long enough for her to grasp, but somehow, she managed to fist her hands into the longer strands.

It occurred to me: Evie’s finger was too perfect to be bare. Too perfect to not brandish a hint of silver or gold. Maybe even a radiant jewel.

I did my best to stifle that idea. Evie just got divorced; getting remarried was probably the last thing on her mind. Frankly, it should be the last thing on mine too. I was just so excited over the baby news, it had my brain on the fritz.

Each time my tongue sped up, her thighs would tighten around my head. Usually, I’d learned, that tightening meant I was doing something she ~didn’t~ prefer; when she was feeling good, she would keep her legs wide open.

“Sam,” Evie muttered. “I don’t wanna cum yet.”

~Angel wants a break. That’s cute.~

“Sam…,” she moaned.

Ignoring her, I kept up my pace, her clit turning softer than a piece of bubble gum as I continued curbing my greedy little sweet tooth.

“Baby, please.”

Her fingers suddenly stiffened, and the song of her orgasm blared throughout the room like it was playing over surround sound as she trembled on my tongue. I fucking loved it; loved making her feel good. I just plain loved her.

I battled to stay lodged where she desired me through each beat of her gratification. Eventually, her heavenly screams petered out, and my dick twitched in anticipation of its turn.

After rubbing my mouth across my forearm, I crawled over on top of her. She seized my shaft, not even permitting herself a moment to come down from her high before slipping it inside her.

I groaned, instantly starting a rhythm of deep thrusts. I always loved screwing her after she’d already cum. The pleasure made her vagina squeeze my cock that much tighter.

Her nails dug into my waist as she lay below me. I loved her slack-jawed look of pleasure as I flooded her needy little cavity with every inch of me, over and over. It felt like the perfect combination of animal instinct and sentiment.

Though technically we were in missionary position, it was far from dull. Sex with Evie was never anything short of miraculous.

I leaned forward to steal a kiss from her pillowy-soft lips. That was my fatal mistake. As soon as our mouths touched, a spark ignited at the base of my spine. Ripping my face away, I barred the oncoming orgasm in its tracks and gave my cock a moment of stillness.

“Nope,” I said, pinching my eyes shut and shaking my head. “That’s getting me way too close.”

I didn’t know what the hell was happening with me lately. I’d never had trouble with endurance before, but Evie was the kryptonite of my manhood. Loving this damn woman so much was fucking with my stamina.

Evie pricked a brow. “Oh, yeah?”

Her fingertips dug into my waist as she pulled and pushed my hips, forcing my throbbing erection back into rhythm.

“Don’t,” I growled, fighting to hold myself still.

She smiled, rolling her pelvis, working her pussy up and down my shaft against my demand.

“Evie, stop,” I groaned. “I want you to cum again first.”

“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it, Vázquez?” she said, grinning with pride.

“Evie…,” I moaned.

My pleas for a break fell on deaf ears. I couldn’t even pull out, because the lengthy draw of that alone would be enough to complete me on the spot. She had me trapped, and she knew it.

“Baby, please,” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “I want you to cum one more ti—”

Before I could wrap up my plea, the tiny ember ignited into a blaze, expanding along my every nerve like a fire flaring through a hayfield on a dry summer day. My rocking hips hammered Evie’s pussy, coating her interior.

“Goddammit, Evie,” I groaned.

A megawatt smile surfaced on her face. “Don’t even act like you didn’t like it, Vázquez.”

~I loved it, but damn you.~

After pulling out, I sat up in ample time to glimpse the remains of my climax flowing from her perfect slit.

Without thinking, I reached out with my thumb and swiped up some of the sticky white, massaging it into her overheated folds. Evie whimpered, her back arching from the bed, but I kept my gaze on my X-rated task at hand as I whitewashed her clit.

I couldn’t help it. Evie looked so damn gorgeous when she was dirty.

“What’re you doing now, Vázquez?” Evie asked, the pleasure already building in her sea-green eyes.

“I told you I wanted you to cum again,” I muttered with a mischievous smirk. “Just lie back and enjoy it, angel.”

She truly was my angel. At this point, I couldn’t even imagine what my life would’ve looked like if Evie had never moved to Vermont. She gave me everything a man could ever wish for. I could only hope to give her the same.