Page 209 of The Reason I Married Him
I grind, and I swivel.
I pump, and I pull.
My stomach coils, and my pleasure climbs.
His mouth takes control, moving over my jaw to my neck, and then he curls down and lifts my breast to his mouth, where his teeth nibble on my nipple.
He licks.
He sucks.
He bites.
He squeezes.
He repeats the process over and over again until I’m panting.
I smooth my slit over his length, rubbing myself out, bringing my body to the height of my pleasure.
I moan with my head tilted back.
I call out his name with every little bite along my skin.
And when he brings his mouth back to mine, I groan into it when our tongues collide once more.
We’re erratic, frenzied, trying to grasp onto each other as we seek out our pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan as he pinches my nipple. “Oh God, I’m close,” I say as I rotate my hips faster.
“I want you coming around my cock,” he says as he tips me back on the mattress and hovers over me. I stare up at him and his magnificent body. His defined pecs and sculpted shoulders. The contracting six-pack as he breathes heavily, staring down at me. He holds his long, girthy cock in his hand, and he’s lightly pumping with a bit of pre-cum on the tip.
He’s just as close.
So keeping my eyes on him, I slip one of my legs over his shoulder, and then I spread the other.
“Fuck . . . me,” he says as he lowers his cock down to my entrance and slowly starts to push forward.
Immediately, my teeth fall over my bottom lip as I adjust to his size.
“You okay?” he asks.
“So perfect, don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He continues to push forward while he grabs my leg that’s over his shoulder, and when he bottoms out, we both groan together.
“Goddamn it,” he says as his eyes squeeze shut. “Baby, I can already feel you contracting around me.”
“I’m so close,” I nearly cry as my entire body is lit up and ready to fall over just from him entering me.
“Me too. But let me catch my breath.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Wyatt. Fuck . . . me.”
The fire in his eyes lights up, and he leans one hand against the headboard and braces himself as he plunges into me. He thrusts so hard that he bottoms out again and pushes me up toward the headboard. I raise my hands to keep my head from bonking into it, and he does it again.
I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Penetration has never done it for me, but with each thrust, I feel like he’s touching a part of me that’s never been touched before. He’s pleasuring me in a way that I’ve never been pleasured before, and it’s addicting.
