Page 383 of Seasons of Love
The desperation in his voice went straight to my heart. Something wasn’t right with my husband, but right now, the overwhelming need to come was taking over.
I pulled back, much to his pleading, and signaled for him to turn over to face me. Yep, in my dreams, I was strong enough to turn him over with little effort, but in reality, Mal was too heavy and bulky.
“Drama Queen is not a good look on you, baby,” I said.
He looked like he was about to answer back or snarl, but I much preferred the roll of his eyes when I pushed my way back inside him.
“Oh fuck, Griff. You’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s the goal. Now look at me. I want to see those beautiful blue eyes when you let yourself go.”
Mal wrapped his arms around me so instead of holding myself up, I ended up plastered against him with his hard, thick cock between us.
I gave him open-mouthed kisses, keeping my eyes open as I worked my hips and rammed my cock into him over and over again.
“Griff,” he pleaded, but there was no time to reach between us for his dick. Mal came so fiercely and so beautifully, I didn’t think there was a better sight in the whole world.
My own orgasm threatened just below the surface. With heavy breaths and a slow move, he reached out to where our bodies were still connected and flicked the button of the cock ring open.
The sudden rush of blood to my already super-sensitive cock caused my body to convulse uncontrollably and push through my orgasm. There was nothing I could do but let my body ride the delicious wave of pleasure that coursed through me and forced me to keep rutting into Mal.
“Fuck…Jesus…holy…I think I’m dead,” I breathed out.
Mal chuckled under me, but I didn’t lift my head to face him. Instead, I let his steadying heartbeat guide mine.
“I was thinking we could go to the mainland this weekend,” Mal said.
“Oh, yeah?”
I rested my head over my hands on his chest and winced as my dick slid out of his hole.
“Ugh, I hate this part.” I got up to get a cloth to clean us both.
He laughed. “Is that the reason you don’t top as often?”
Heat spread up to my face. “No. Um, well…maybe. I mean, who loves to clean their own cum out of someone else’s ass?”
“I do. I love taking care of you after we make love.”
Damn my sexy, sweet, loving man.
“Good for you. I’d rather show my love in other ways, like making your favorite pasta dish or being naked when I welcome you home from work,” I said, finishing cleaning us both and settling right back into his arms.
He pulled me in for a kiss. “I love it when you do those things too.”
“I knew you were with me because of the naked dinners.”
“Among other things,” he said, running his hand down my back and settling it on my ass before giving it a little squeeze.
I chuckled. “So tell me about these big weekend plans.”
Mal tensed before he relaxed again. He may have thought I hadn’t noticed, but I knew my husband better than he knew himself. I’d need to let him work up to telling me what was on his mind.
“We’ve been on the island six weeks, so I figured it would be nice to get the ferry to Long Beach, go for a long walk, eat nice food, find a hotel…make love all night…” he trailed off.
I didn’t want to say that his idea sounded remarkably like what we did already, minus the hotel part. Clearly, he was in the mood to get away.
“I’m plotting a novel set in LA, so I wouldn’t mind getting a feel for the city, even if it’s just the beach,” I said. “And the rest sounds acceptable enough. I mean, if I have to sit through a lovely meal and then have you ravage me all night long, I guess I can live with that.”
