Page 25 of Wicked Games

“You have too much faith in me,” I say, but I nudge her with the tip of my cock. She tilts her hips, and I slide inside her. “Christ.”

Arching her back, she says, “Oh, God, you feel good.”

“Hmmm.” I can’t speak after that, her silky heat consuming my every thought. It doesn’t take me long to get there, but I cuddle her to me and push my tongue in her mouth. She wraps one of her legs over my ass and her arms around my neck. Going slow was the right way to go. She’s loving this, the unhurriedness of it, and I take advantage, licking at her mouth with leisurely strokes of my tongue.

“Touch me,” she whispers. “Please.”

I slide out just enough to find her clit. It’s huge, all the foreplay doing its job, and she mews as I circle the quivering nub with my fingers. “You like that.”

“Yeah,” she says, but it sounds like more of a whimper. “I’m going to come.”

“I feel it, honey. I’ve got you.”

Her pussy clenches my cock as the orgasm moves through her, and I use the energy, slamming into her until I find my own release.

I know she can handle it, and I let myself drop on top of her, not wanting to pull out quite yet.

Pressing her lips to my shoulder, she mumbles, “Thanks.”

“Mmmm. I think I should be saying that to you. That was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was. I forgot sex could be like that.”

“Lost the fun, huh?” I ask, lifting up a little so I can breathe.

“You could say that.”

“I’m—”

She presses her fingers to my lips.

“Sorry,” I say, but not to finish my sentence. “I forgot.”

“It’s okay.”

My dick softens and I have no choice but to pull out. Not that I have to do much, she’s so wet, and I like the thought of a part of me still inside her. Lying on my side, I prop my head in my hand and rub my thumb over her cheek.

She reaches up, and I accept the invitation, covering her lips with mine, never getting enough of the way she tastes. But exhaustion crashes into me, and I break the kiss and put my head on her pillow.

“Get some sleep,” she whispers, tugging the sheet and bedspread over us.

“Be here when I wake up,” I murmur, already drifting off.

“This is my house,” she says, amused.

“Be here when I wake up,” I repeat, a little firmer just in case she has any ideas about running away from me.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Good.” I snake an arm around her stomach and spoon her, trapping her against me. She wiggles closer, and now that I know she’s not going to get out of bed, I pass out.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Avery

His arms don’t loosen, even in sleep, and I lie here, reveling in how good it feels. How good I feel. I didn’t realize how much Darren trying to get me pregnant had weighed me down or how much Seth wanting me to just have me would lift me up.

Darren knew what he turned our marriage into, when he’d wake me up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t because he wanted to hold me or show me how much he loved me, it was to hopefully make a baby. I mean, he did want to hold me and show me he loved me, but he also wanted to have children and he couldn’t hide it.