He pulled up and planted his hands on either side of her head as he slowed the pace, brought himself back under control. He had to make this last, savor it, never let it end. Her arms were above her head now, breasts lifted and on perfect display, her hands pressed against the headboard—that she had slid up against, the top of her head hitting the wood with each thrust.
His eyes flew wide. “I’m sorry, Gigi. Your head.” He hastily tried to slide them lower down the bed without leaving her, because he had to stay inside her. He never wanted to leave her.
She gripped his wrist and stilled him, his hand frozen on her hip. “No, Fitz. I like it. I want it as rough as you’ll give me. As hard as you’ll give me.”
“You want me to h-hurt you?”
Her delicate fingers tightened around his wrists, and she nodded, her half-lidded gaze darkening. “I want to ache tomorrow, knowing I was thoroughly used by you. To see marks on my skin, knowing you made them, and be able to think of nothing but tonight.”
His lungs tried to choke him, and his cock tried to unman him. There was absolutely no way this was real.
He slammed into her and—holy fuck—the angle change from when he tried to move them was.Was… He groaned, raw and primal. Her cunt was squeezing him like utter perfection at this angle. Apparently, she agreed, because a guttural cry burst from her as he drove to the hilt.
“There,” she cried out. “Oh, God. There, Fitz.”
Fuckfuckfuck.He wasn’t long for this world. Not when she said things like that.
“I can’t—Ineedyou to come again, Gigi. And I—” He froze and gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. His chest heaved as he did everything in his power to hold himself back from falling over the edge. Not without her.
Not. Without. Her.
Georgiana’s hand slid between their bodies, and just her soft fingers brushing against his cock was almost too much.
“I’m almost—I need—” she gasped out. “Hard, Fitz. Now.”
Her words ended in a cry, and he gave her what she needed. He laid into her, one hand gripping her hip so hard for leverage he was sure he would leave a bruise. Mark her. Like she wanted. Her head tipped back, eyes shut, mouth open on a silent scream.
Her cunt fluttered and then clamped down on him while broken cries fled her lips. And as her body spasmed beneath his, her face slackened in pleasure, he was thrown right over the edge. With her. He pounded into her and then held, chest falling flush with hers, his body jerking as his nerves lit on fire, all sound drowned out by the pure heaven buzzing in his ears and blackening his vision.
Fitz sank atop her, mouths resting together, neither possessing the ability to even move their lips in a kiss, just existing. Surviving on one another’s shuddering sighs.
A slight tug pulled at his skin, and he had the briefest conscience of mind to lift so she could withdraw her hand from where he had crushed it between their heated bodies. When he’d regained his breath, he pushed up on his hands and studied her, admired her. Her eyes were still closed, her beautiful breasts rising and falling with her slowly leveling breaths. He reached over her and tucked a dampened tendril of hair behind her ear. She was stunning with the deep flush to her cheeks, the glossiness shining on her sweat-slicked skin. Slicked from their lovemaking.
His heart stumbled. And then his earlier thought ran through his mind again.This can’t possibly be real.
Her eyes fluttered open, and when their eyes met, her lips curved into a soft, contented smile. He sank forward and pressed the barest of kisses to her lips. He should probably get off her, allow her to breathe, instead of being crushed by him. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on his back.
And promptly jumped ten feet in the air, let out an extremely unmanly yelp, and tumbled to the floor.
“Fitz!” Bed linens rustled and then a scrambling Georgiana appeared, peeking over the edge of tousled maroon bed linens. “What happened! Are you all right?”
Her wide eyes scanned him frantically and…he burst out laughing. She froze, and her chin reared back.
He lifted a hand, trying to signal everything was fine. “I… I…” He gasped between laughs, but collapsed into even more uncontrollable mirth, arm curling around his stomach.
When he finally calmed himself enough that he could breathe properly and form words, he met his wife’s gaze. A smile bunched up her cheeks in the loveliest manner, her green eyes bright, chin resting in her hands as she stared at him. Her quite clearly dicked-in-the-knob husband.
“What on earth has gotten into you, husband?” she said, and if a voice could smile, hers surely was.
He chuckled softly once more and shook his head. “Your dildo may have unexpectedly poked me in the arse. Without warning or permission, I might add.”
She snorted, and she hung her head as her body gently rocked with giggles. “I must beg your pardon on his behalf. I will have a stern talking to him about poking things without consent.”
He pushed to his feet and hurried to his washstand, grabbing three cloths and wetting them before hurrying back to Georgiana. They—dildo included—quickly cleaned themselves, and Fitz tossed the rags into his dressing chamber with the rest of his dirty linens.
He hurried back to the bed and paused at the bedside. Georgiana sat, twisting the bed linens in her fingers, avoiding his gaze. “Is ought amiss, Gigi?”
“Urm. No, not exactly. I just…” She glanced at him with a wince. “I have to use the chamber pot.” Her cheeks bloomed a deep pink. “I never thought of the logistics of all of this before,” she said hastily. “And well, I drank quite a bit of brandy earlier. And quite frankly, a vigorous romp doesn’t do a bladder any favors.”
