Page 23 of Lucky With You
Even in the dim candlelight, I can see her skin start to flush, nipples tighten, and those blue eyes darken with need.
“Lie down,” I order her, voice rough.
She crawls on the bed, instinctively spreading her legs because she knows I want a taste first. Reaching down, she teases herself through the thin fabric. My mouth waters at the sight of her, the view of her bare pussy through the sheer material.
“Do I make you wet, Lennon?”
“God, yes.” She arches her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she keeps touching herself, fingers pinching her nipple.
Not able to wait any longer, I tear her panties completely off her.
“Jack! Those were new.”
“I’ll buy you more.”
I settle between her legs, nipping the inside of her thigh, before latching on to her swollen clit. Until she’s writhing, moaning, begging.
“Jack, please. I want you inside me, now…”
“Not yet. I want you dripping, shaking… ruined before I even fuck you.”
She gasps as I slip two fingers inside, curling them just right, my mouth working her clit. She cries out, body jerking as she comes undone. Leaving her shuddering and breathless.
I grip her hips, flipping her over till she’s in front of me on all fours. The sight of that perfect ass in the air, pussy glistening, makes my cock pulse with need. I pull her to the edge of the bed till her legs hang off the side. My hands trace the perfect curve of her hips before gripping tight, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I push inside her with one hard, deliberate thrust, filling her completely.
Lennon lets out a scream of pure pleasure, sending a wave of lust through me. Her fingers dig into the sheets, nails clawing atthe mattress before reaching back to grab my thighs, pulling me in deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl, leaning over her, my voice low and rough in her ear. “Take it all.”
She starts to move with me, pushing back against my thrusts, hungry and desperate. I stand up straight, gripping her hips tighter, slowing the pace, drawing out every sensation. I pull back almost all the way before driving forward again, making her feel every inch of my cock as it slides in and out, slick and hard.
“Fuck…Jack…don’t stop…” she moans, her voice breathless and begging. Her body glistens with sweat, her hair sticking to her bare skin. I reach up, grabbing it at the roots, tugging gently to arch her back, changing the angle and making her cry out again.
“Never,” I promise, leaning down to bite her neck, marking her as mine. My other hand reaches around, finding her clit and circling it with my fingers, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. She bucks against me, her moans growing louder, more urgent.
I can feel her walls tightening around me, her body tensing. I let go of her hair, gripping her shoulder instead, holding her in place as I speed up. Her cries turn into a broken plea as she screams my name, begging for more. When her orgasm hits, it’s with a shuddering gasp, her pussy clenching down on cock as she comes. But I won't stop. I keep thrusting, riding her through her pleasure, drawing out every wave. Her body goes limp, but I hold her up while my cock continues to drive inside her, making her come again. My own climax hits me hard.
I come inside her with a growl, while my own body shakes with the intense force of it. I stay buried deep inside her until my cock stops throbbing, and our breathing evens out.
I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her spine, feeling her shiver. “You’re incredible,” I murmur, finally pulling out andcollapsing beside her on the bed. She turns to face me with a soft smile on her lips, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teases.
I pull her into my arms, our bodies still slick with sweat as our hearts pound in sync, ready to face whatever comes next. Together.
She looks at me, grinning, her once-perfect hair now wild. “If this is what being married to you is like, I never want to stop.”
I stroke her cheek, letting my thumb trace down her neck to the tiny clover pendant. “Oh, you’re definitely stuck with me now.”
She laughs, rolling on top of me, kissing me slow and deep.
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
For the rest of the evening, we drink champagne in bed and feed each other more cake, licking frosting from fingers and lips, never getting enough.
Outside, the city is alive with lights and noise. But in here, it’s just us, safe and whole. For the first time, I let myself believe I deserve this. Let myself hope.
I pull her close, planting a gentle kiss against her neck, “Tomorrow, we start over. But tonight, you’re mine.”
“Always,” she says, soft and certain.
I lie there, holding my wife, knowing there’s one thing that’s certain.
That no matter what life throws at us… blood, luck, dirty secrets… we’ll face it all together.
Hand in hand.
Side by side.
