When the down once again encompassed her, she lifted her hips and began to tug at the fly of her pants. Kicking off her trousers and panties, she watched as he did the same. The fire at his back was nothing to the fire in his eyes, she knew, and felt certain that was the same with her.
Before she could do little more than gaze at his impressive erection, he was on top of her, his hips between her thighs. Then, he teased the hell out of her by letting his cock drag against her pussy, letting her anoint him with her juices, before he rolled over so that she was on top now.
With a moan, she sat upright, and began to rock against his dick. Loving the hardness, the slick slide of their juices together as she returned the favor of enticing them both.
He grabbed a hold of her hips and gritted out, “Put me in you, baby.”
She about died at that command, and could do no less than comply. She reached for his hardness, letting her thumb come up to curl about the tip so she could gather his pre-cum there. Teasing him, she sucked her thumb, letting her tongue twirl around it like a sucker, until the hands about her hips grew harder with their insistence. With a moan, she whispered, “You like that?”
“You know I do,” he moaned, then a grunt escaped him as she rewarded his honesty by grabbing his cock, pressing her gate to him, and then carefully sliding onto him.
He was big. She knew that already. But in this position, he was so thick she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take him. With a moan, she forced her muscles to relax, and slowly began to rock her hips, trying to ensure she took all he had to give.
When he was deep inside her, every inch of him caressed by every inch of her, they were both panting. She felt so full, so overfull, that she felt she’d go insane with it. He arched up, not stopping until his mouth hovered over hers. He hushed her under his breath, then whispered, “I love you, Hannah,” and God, didn’t that just make her want to cry?
Tears pricked her eyes, but before she could process that, he reached between them and began to caress her clit. She let out a long moan as sensation fluttered through her, then mumbled, “I need to move.”
The desperation in her tone had him chuckling. The sound was husky and loaded with satisfaction. He wasn’t smug though, and he didn’t laugh in a way that made her want to hit him. If anything, his amusement was aimed at the fact that she was his. And they both knew it.
She began to rock her hips, sliding up and down his length. She felt no need to tease or to entice now. This was honest. Just them. Needing to reconnect.
Within a minute, she was panting hard again as pleasure cascaded through her. She was near the edge, already, and as he carried on caressing her clit, she could feel how the clenching of her inner muscles was driving him insane.
James reached for her lips again, and as he took her in a kiss that made her heart want to burst, she started to come. How couldn’t she? He robbed her of air, robbed her of everything and replaced it all with him. Her senses were overwhelmed, as overfull as her pussy was with his cock.
And she loved it.
She pulled back from his mouth as the need for oxygen overcame her. She let her head fly back as her orgasm roared through her system, and she let loose a throaty holler that declared to the world that this man was hers, and she’d just made him hers.
Epilogue
“How many times do I have to say it?”
James, complete with baby Bronwyn in his arms, grinned. “You know you want to.”
Hannah rolled her eyes, but cut him a quick glance. How could she not? If she’d thought her husband was hot before Labor Day two years ago, that was nothing to now. With a baby in his arms, their baby, her ovaries were already melting again, and they’d been hyperactive for way too long.
“I really don’t want to trek in the African jungle with a baby strapped to my back, James.”
He snorted. “It’s not a jungle. It’s the Serengeti, babe. And it’s the new wonder of the world! Watching the wildebeest migrate. Wynnie wants to come, don’t you, sweetie?” he asked the gurgling baby who stared up at him adoringly.
“You do know she’d look at you like that if you told her the world was coming to an end tomorrow, right?”
He clapped his hands, delicately, over the baby’s ears. She was swaying free in a chest harness, otherwise Hannah’s heart probably would have burst if he’d dropped her. “Don’t you listen to your mean Mommy, Wynnie. And don’t worry. I’ll work on her tonight. When you’re asleep.”
Hannah snorted. “The reason I’m so damn busy is because you just had to release that tweet before we were ready, didn’t you?”
James grinned. Totally unrepentant. Being married to the man was as much responsibility as being the mother to an eight-month-old baby.
At least she could put Wynnie in a baby pen and know she wouldn’t somehow have NASDAQ erupting while she played with Pooh bear.
“I need a pen big enough for you,” she grumbled under her breath.
“You’d need a pen big enough for the both of us,” came his confident reply. “You know there’s no way you’d be able to keep your hands off me.” To the baby, he said in a whisper, “Your mommy can’t keep her hands of your daddy, sweetpea. That’s why there’s going to be another one of you soon. I’ll need a harness for the front and one for my back.”
Her lips twitched because, sadly, he was right. With a huff, she asked, “There’s no way those wondrous migrating wildebeest will get anywhere near us, right?”
His eyes lit up. “Nope. It’s safe as houses.”