Page 112 of Dust and Desire

Flexing my abs, I try hard not to come yet, to let her use me how she sees fit, but my god, this is hot.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my ragged breathing. Sweat slicks our bodies. It’s feral and passionate, and somewhat desperate between us right now. Every bounce drives me deeper, her ass rippling with the force of it, her blonde hair sticking to her damp back.

I feel her tighten again, hear the way her breath hitches, and then she’s coming a third time with a broken cry, pushing back onto me so hard I see stars. I follow right after, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, my hands bruising on her hips as pleasure tears through me.

We collapse together, sweaty and spent, her red boots tangled in the sheets, my arms wrapped tight around my wife.

“I love you,” I whisper against her hair, heart still pounding.

She smiles, soft and sated, curling into me. “I love you more.”

We fall asleep like that—happy, married, and completely wrapped up in one another.

Forever starts tonight.