Page 86 of Finding Hayes
I arched off the bed as he pushed forward the slightest bit, and I gasped. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
I could hear the panic in my voice, and it was clear that he heard it, too.
“Hey, you’re going to be fine.”
Before I could process what was happening, he rolled us over and maneuvered me on top, one leg falling on each side, so I was straddling him. “You’re going to set the pace. Take me inch by inch, baby. You can do this.”
Damn. My husband is one sexy-ass man.
I nodded and sucked in a deep breath as I positioned myself just above him. I wrapped my hand around his erection, and I moved down.
Slowly.
Taking the tip first and then sliding down inch by inch. Gasping as he stretched me wide.
His hands were everywhere, rubbing along my arms, my neck, my hair, soothing and comforting, as I slid down further.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking me all the way in, Sav. I wish you could see how sexy you look when I’m filling you up like this.”
I sighed as I took the last of him in, and my head fell back on a gasp as I adjusted to his size. He didn’t move at all; he let me take control. His hand fisted my hair, and he forced my head up so I was looking at him.
Needing to know that I was okay.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey.” That sexy smile stretched across his face. “You okay?”
“I’m really good, actually.” My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I moved up his shaft before sliding back down. Slowly at first. He hissed out a groan as his hands moved to my hips, holding me still for a minute.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re fucking perfect. Now ride me until you come all over my cock.”
“I love your filthy mouth, husband.”
“And I love your tight pussy, wife.”
Oh my.
We found our pace, our rhythm. Like we’d done this a million times. We moved together as one.
We weren’t in a hurry, savoring every minute of this ecstasy.
My body tingled with anticipation, and his hands and lips were everywhere as my head fell back, and I gripped his thick thighs behind me. I met him thrust for thrust until white lightsexploded behind my eyes, and I had no control of my body as I went over the edge.
I cried out his name, and he continued moving my hips as he thrust into me one more time.
And then another.
Then a guttural sound left his throat, and he followed me into oblivion.
twenty-three
. . .
Hayes
I have news.
River
