Cooper

“Fuck me,” he pants.

After leaning up, he lays me down with more gentleness than I thought him capable of then pulls his hips back. He pauses with his cock just centimeters away from slipping from my body before he slams home. I scream, my hands reaching up and pulling him down to my mouth. We swallow each other’s cries as he takes what he needs from my body. Right before he comes, my body seizes in the second most delicious orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

He grunts deep in his throat, his teeth biting my shoulder with just enough pressure to cause a little mini orgasm to rock through my body. Then he unclamps his teeth, throws his head back, and screams my name.

“Chelcie! Oh fuck, Chelcie!”

I close my eyes and drift off to one hell of an orgasm-induced fog.

Chapter 23 – Asher

After I’m able to mentally find all the pieces of my brain that just splattered all over the ceiling, I look down at my woman as she’s passed out with a small smile on her face.

Fuck, that was the one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. My legs feel like mush when I go to move off of her, and when my cock slips free of her body, I want to cry out from the loss of her tight walls hugging me.

Looking down and seeing our joined releases falling out of her pussy has my dick throbbing for more. I close my eyes and will my erection down¸ but all I do is notice the heavy scent of her arousal feeding my nostrils.

Fuck. Me.

I climb off the bed, looking back at her. She’s completely bare and spread wide for me, and I have to make myself walk to the bathroom. I clean myself off, smelling my fingers one last time before grabbing a washcloth and running it under the warm water. Walking back in our room, I smile a wicked smile when I see that she hasn’t moved a muscle. Her long and lush legs are parted from where I was just seated deep, her arms having fallen to her sides in a lazy way and her breathing making her substantial tits and her beautiful, round belly rise and fall with even movements.

She doesn’t even stir when I clean her pussy. Not even a twitch when I bring my lips down and kiss her against her red pussy lips.

Shaking my head, I grab a new pair of shorts and head back into the kitchen to finish the task I was in the middle of when she got home, stopping long enough to pick up the mail and grab her purse and keys to place on the entryway table.

The smile never once leaves my lips.

***

“Mmm, that smells heavenly,” I hear softly spoken from behind me right before her arms wrap around my stomach. I see my abs clench when the jolt that always follows her skin touching mine shoots through me.

“Yeah, Sunshine, that’s called dinner,” I joke.

“Dinner sounds good. All of a sudden, I’m famished. Would you happen to know anything about that?” She snickers.

“Damn right I do.”

She squeaks when I turn quickly and grab her by her hips. The feel of her soft body against my hard one causes my dick to stir in my shorts. There seems to be no shortage of my craving for her. She leans up on her toes, and I love how we fit together. Her stomach presses hard against my cock, her soft breasts hit me high on my abs, and with her face tipped up—staring at me with so much open love—her chin rests at my collarbone. She feels perfect.

“Do you want to tell me why there are two small refrigerators in my closet?” she inquiries with a smile.

“About that…” I hedge.

“Yeah, about that. Maybe you could tell me why they’re stuffed full of the most interesting things?”

“Just making sure everything is covered.”

“Asher, what on Earth could I possibly need a fridge full of pickles, almost every brand of cheese I’ve ever heard of—and some I haven’t—not to mention the abundance in coleslaw? I’m pretty sure I saw anchovies and pickled eggs when I was looking too, which, baby, that’s just strange.”

“Don’t forget the fruits and vegetables. They’re in the second one. Did you not look in that one?” I ask, moving around her to open the refrigerator in the kitchen, “Well, maybe I put them in this one. Hold on, Sunshine.” I start rooting around but don’t see them. “Are you sure they weren’t back there?”

I turn around and meet her eyes. She’s trying hard not to laugh; I can see it in her eyes, which are shining brightly at me.

“This is not funny,” I say firmly.

“This is hilarious, baby,” she giggles. “Did you go on a mission to find every food recorded as a pregnancy craving?”

I can feel my skin heat. Fuck, when was the last time I blushed?

“This is serious, Chelcie. What if you’re sitting here one day and you think ‘Damn, I really wish I had some anchovies with Cheese Whiz’? Well, no worries, because it’s here. You want to nibble on some pickles and grab some ice cream? I’ve got it taken care of. Go on. Look.” I push her towards the freezer, my chest puffing with pride. Yeah, that’s right. I took care of my woman.

She opens the fridge and almost gets nailed with a pint of Chunky Monkey when it falls from the cold depths. I see her lip twitch and decide to ignore it. This was genius.

“And what was blocking the door when I came in?”

“Ah! That was the juice. I got two of every brand they had. I wasn’t sure if you would want something sweet or something with a little tart taste to it. So it’s taken care of. I was moving the coats out of the closet by the front door when you came in. I need to make room for your juice.” I smile at her, proud as hell at all I’ve accomplished today.

She’s silent for a moment, just looking at me then back to the freezer. She opens the fridge and sees the stuffed shelves before looking back over at me. She glances down at the floor for a few beats before she looks up at me again.

“Thank you, baby. That was very sweet of you. I’m really glad that, if I ever need Cheese Whiz and anchovies, spinach, or olives, you’ve taken care of it.”

And just like that, my chest puffs up a little more. Damn, I’m good.

She rolls up to stand on the balls of her feet; I bend down and meet her lips for a few small kisses.

“Go on and relax. Dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes.”

“All right, baby.” She smiles, shakes her head, and walks away.

I hear the TV click on before I turn back to the stove and finish cooking dinner for my woman.

(Chelcie)

I have never tried harder to keep my face blank. To keep the laughter that is threatening to burst loose. When I opened my closet and came face to face with two small, black fridges, I was instantly confused. But when I noticed what they were full of, it all started to click together.