Page 67 of His Texas Home
“What’s that?” he said, his voice tight with control. “Two? Three?”
“Harder,” I pleaded. “I’ll beg. Faster. Talk to me?—”
He snapped his hips forward, pulling me back against him. “Anything you want. Always.”
Then he really started fucking me.
The skirt was bunched up around my waist and my elbows were on the bed and his hands were on my hips…and he stopped being careful and started being exactly what I’d asked for. I dropped my head and took it, moaning into the bedspread, letting myself get lost in the sensations.
“That what you wanted?” he asked.
“Yes—don’t stop?—”
“Say it again.”
“I want my husband to take me rough,” I begged. I lost the thread as he thrust deep and my whole body rocked forward. “Harder…harder,please.”
“My wife,” he said, voice low and delicious. “Bent over the bed in her wedding dress asking me to fuck her harder.” He thrust again, his hips slapping against mine. “Best night of my life.”
“Forrest—”
“Tell me what else you want, beautiful.”
I grabbed the bedspread. “I want you to come inside me,” I breathed. “I want—I want to feel it. I want?—”
He groaned and his grip tightened and his pace went frenetic. His hand found my clit again and everything in my body spasmed, focused entirely on him.
“Come on,” he said, pleading with me now. “One more. Give it to me and I’ll give you everything.”
I gave it to him.
God…I gave it to him.
I came so hard I bit down on the bedspread—and a split second later I felt him slam home, his hands on my hips, my name on his lips. He shuddered through every second of it, deep inside me, giving me everything he’d promised.
We stayed like that for a moment…breathing hard, the room just a little off-kilter.
“Forrest,” I said into the bedspread.
“Yeah?”
“That wasn’t a record.”
He laughed, his voice rough, and gathered me up in his arms. Then he turned us both toward the bed and we collapsed onto it together, the dress everywhere, his arms around me.
“Didn’t say the night was over,” he murmured into my ear.
It was my turn to laugh now. We laughed a lot lately…miles away from how we’d been in the beginning. “How many are you going for?”
“At least ten,” he teased. “It’s on the list.”
“Not mine…”
“No,” he said. “It’s onmylist. If you’ll put your stamp of approval on it.”
I turned just enough to look at him. “Of course,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
He looked into my eyes…and I wondered if he would challenge me on the reversal.
But this time he just kissed me. Let it lie.
And the night went on…and we slept and woke and made love again.
And eventually we made it to ten—and beyond.
THE END
