The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 357: Epilogue 2

"I know," Shikera whispered back. Hooking her thumbs in her tights, she slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor, leaving her in black panties and her little lacy bralette.

Ethan lowered his head to her neck, groaning as he palmed her breast. There was a small wet spot on her bra, and feeling it almost undid him. His length throbbed in his pants, aching to be buried in her hot cunt for the first time in several months, and his mouth watered to get another taste of her even though he’d spent the past few weeks since they got married doing that.

She just had that intoxicating effect that followed her around and never ceased to amaze him.

Shikera latched on to his shoulders, digging her nails into his taut muscles as he kissed along her chest and the edge of the lace. When he tugged the lace down, she gasped and arched toward him.

Taking her offering, Ethan covered her beaded nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue. He was greeted with her sugary milk and the flavor of her skin. Growling, he sucked on her and kneaded her other breast, warring with himself to remain gentle when she’d turned him feral with her words from earlier.

Her breasts weren’t the only place he needed to taste her so he let her go for now. As he moved down her torso, she tugged her panties off, and her legs fell open for him, giving him another offering. In no mood to tease either of them, he went to work, laving her slick core and pumping a finger into her wet entrance Her body shuddered, hips rising off the bed as he ate her out.

Ethan groaned into her core, sending ripples through her spine. She was the only flavor he’d had on his tongue, but he couldn’t imagine anything being better than this. Her soft thighs wrapping around his head made him feel like he was tucked away and safe. He held on to the outside of her legs, pressing them against his ears, needing her locked around him.

Fucking goodness, did he love her thighs. They were so plush and creamy. When he had the time to spare, he’d spend it sucking on them, from one end to the other and back again. Feeling Shikera tense under his tongue and her channel tighten around his finger, his lips closed over her clit, giving it a pulsing suck, and that was all it took to send her over.

"Ethan," she cried. "Oh-oh..." Her hips rocked frantically, taking the friction from his tongue and the pressure of his finger curling against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until she was writhing and wild, clutching the sheets, clenching her thighs, rasping his name.

Ethan’s length was steely hard.

Needy.

Weeping for her.

But he couldn’t tear himself away from his nest between her legs. She started to come down from her orgasm, but he never let her fall all the way. She responded to him immediately, short, panting breaths escaping her lips as he added another finger inside her.

"I can’t, I can’t." Shikera tried to deny him while thrusting her core against his mouth, but Ethan was too busy to tell her she was wrong, so he proved it, bringing on another orgasm that set off dominoing quivers through her body.

Her thighs, her stomach, her arms shuddered with pleasure until she sobbed from deep in her chest. Her legs went limp, freeing him from a cage he had no interest in escaping. He climbed over her, fitting his hips between them while his eyes pierced through her foggy ones that were trying to focus on him.

"You’re gorgeous," he murmured and she rewarded him with a drugged little smile, but it was shaky in the corners.

"You said that while I was pregnant too. Which version of my body do you like best?"

"The one by my side. Doesn’t matter how you look." He outlined the curvy shape of her body with his fingertips, then sat back on his knees to look at her spread out in front of him. "Cause I find it hard to believe there’s ever been anything better than this."

She had no idea. None. This woman had no idea that she stunned him in every way. Her full breasts were pale with blue veins he planned to follow with his tongue. A few stretch marks and a small scar bracketed her round little belly button and hips, but they didn’t detract from his attraction to her.

How could they? They’d been part of bringing their daughters into this world.

An important part of their story.

Even if they weren’t as a result of that, he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this. Her curves were exaggerated and lush, like a figure in a painting from a different era. He’d hang her portrait on every walls of his office and study, then murder every man who laid eyes on it.

Just looking at her, bra half on, hair wild, cheeks pink, sent a shot of desire through his system so potent he almost doubled over from it.

Impatient, Shikera snagged his hand, tugging him toward her.

"You’re staring," she whispered.

"You’re beautiful." Ethan replied, flicking his eyes to hers, pools of need mixed with nerves. "I want you."

Nodding, Shikera pushed herself upright and wrapped her arms around my middle. Her lips touched his neck, then she rubbed her hips against the ridge of his cock. His hips jerked, making her gasp.

"I want you too," she said.

It took herculean effort for Ethan not to plunge into her in one swoop, but he had to be careful. This was her first time in a long time too, and he’d hate himself if he hurt her.

So he took his time and lowered her as slowly as he could. Her heat engulfed him as he slid his length into her, her eyes holding his. They flared the deeper he got, and her breathing shallowed until she was panting.

"Breathe, sweetheart." He pressed his lips to her. "Breathe and let me in. I’m almost there."