Page 59 of Reckless
“If I take my hand away, will you be a good girl and stay quiet?” he teases before releasing his grasp. My low whimper fills the room as I stifle my scream. “Fuck, that’s it, good girl,” he growls with a smile before leaning forward and taking me hard against the mattress. His lips tenderly kiss my neck as he rocks us both toward heaven.
I bite down on his ear the second my climax starts. My nails claw at his back, and my body convulses with pleasure as I feel him thrust into me hard a few more times before emptying himself inside me. His movements slow, and he stills. Our bodies joined together, he kisses my cheek before rolling me over on top of him. Still joined together, he thrusts up inside me playfully.
“Don’t tell me you want more, Mr. Roberts.”
He laughs as I stare down at him with so much love, my heart hurts. “Give me a moment and I’ll show you just how much more I want, sweetheart.”
After all this time, all the fighting and running, we’re both right where we belong, and nothing in life will ever feel sweeter than this.
“There is nothing more beautiful than you riding my cock, Gwen,” he teases, swiveling his hips. “And I fully intend to enjoy the view a whole lot longer.”
My body collapses forward, and I stare into his eyes. “Kiss me,” I tease.
He smiles, “Gladly.”
He takes my lips with his and rolls me onto my side. Framing my face with one of his hands, his mouth tenderly caresses my own as we take the time to enjoy and savor each other in our bed for minutes and hours, which float by too fast.
Rose-colored glasses or not, our love is perfect. Finally, after all our running, neither one of us is letting go.
