“Lucas…” she rasped.
She knew as well as I did I could lose long minutes just sucking on her gorgeous tits.
With a final nip, I lifted my head and, fixing my stare on her face, nudged her thighs wider apart with a tap of my knee.
Opened her wider.
My cock ached. I didn’t need to look to know it seeped pre-cum like a fucking tap.
My girl. My woman.
Mine.
I smoothed my palms down over her ribcage and waist, grabbed her hips and jerked her ass off the mattress a little so I could slide my entire length deep into her channel.
“Oh yeah…” she groaned.
“Hell fucking yeah,” I agreed, closing my eyes against the sublime rush of being inside her, of the perfection of being balls-deep in her tight, wet heat.
Fingers growing fierce on her hips, I slowly withdrew my cock to its rim and then slammed deep into her again with a strangled growl.
Again.
And again.
Fucked her. Claimed her.
Filled her.
Over and over until I was unable to control my rhythm any longer and I surrendered to the sensation of being inside her, moving inside her.
I slammed her to the mattress with my body, snared her hands with mine, fingers threading together. I thrust into her deeply, then deeper. Assaulted her mouth with mine as she locked her legs around my hips and drove me into her deeper still.
I kissed her. Worshipped her. Loved her.
And when her pussy squeezed shut around my cock, when her body shuddered beneath mine and my name tore from her lips, I relinquished the last vestiges of control I had over my lust and emptied myself into her.
She milked me, her inner walls pulsing and sucking at my length. I moaned her name and told her over and over I loved her. And as the last of my seed burst from me, I whispered in her ear I was hers, hers. Fuck, I was only hers.
“And I’m yours,” she whispered back, her voice scratchy and husky and more sexy than it’d ever been. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”
Impossible. I lived for her. Without her in my life…
Shaking away the dark thought, I slid off her body and stretched out on my side next to her. I didn’t want to withdraw from her, but I knew her hips would be aching by now. Her legs had been spread so wide for a long time.
“That was incredible,” she mumbled.
I lifted my head a little, smiling at the sight of her closed eyes. Her own smile curled her lips. Sated. It seemed I’d satisfied my woman.
And exhausted her.
“I’m going to have a shower,” I said.
She nodded without opening her eyes, the movement languid. Sleepy.
A wave of joy swept through me, even as a ribbon of guilt threaded through it. I’d distracted her from the box. That was good, but also bad. I’d promised her openness, honesty, and while not telling her what had been delivered to our home wasn’t lying, it was deception by omission.
But she didn’t need to know or worry about it. Not now.
We had a wedding to get to. After Lila had found out who the message was from, what it meant for me, for Ronnie and I, then I’d tell her.
And if it meant fucking her to exhaustion any time she asked about it… Hey, I was not going to argue.
What sane male who loved his woman more than life would?