“This isn’t gonna take long,” he grits out. “I’m so fucking turned on from watching my hot wife come over and over for me like a good girl.”
My eyelids flutter when I feel him hit the back of my throat. It’s overwhelming having him in my mouth like this, but I love it. I love how big he feels. I love how full I feel whenever I have him in my mouth and my pussy.
Above me, his breathing turns frantic.
“I’m gonna come,” he says through gritted teeth.
I moan.
“Do you want me to pull out, or…” He trails off when I grab his hip again, holding him inside of my mouth.
He curses, and a second later, he comes with a roar. He spills in my mouth, down my throat. I moan as he slides out of me.
I look up at him, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
Our gazes connect, and I hold his stare as I swallow.
He falls onto the bed and kisses me hard. “Ellie baby, I almost lost my mind. That was hot as hell.”
He undoes the cuffs and tosses them aside, then gently kisses my wrists.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern flashing in his deep blue eyes.
That warm feeling burrows deeper inside of me at just how much he cares about me, at how he doesn’t do anything unless I’m okay with it.
He was like this the first time we had sex and every other time we’ve done it. It’s melted my heart every single time.
I can’t believe I got this lucky. I got to marry my best friend, who’s the sweetest, most romantic, thoughtful, doting, generous, and protective man in the whole world.
Emotion surges through me, just like it did after the first time we had sex. And every other time we’ve been together since.
A feeling I never thought I’d ever feel swoops through me. It encircles my heart, making everything feel tight.
It’s love. You love Camden.
It feels like I’m floating as the realization hits me.
I look up at him and smile, hoping I don’t look as rattled as I feel.
“I’m more than okay. I loved it,” I say softly.
I can’t tell I love him. It’s too soon. He’ll probably think I’m out of my mind.
He kisses my nose, which makes me giggle. Then he pulls the comforter over us, wraps his big, muscled arms around me, and snuggles me into his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “What did I do to get such a perfect wife?”
My heart bounces around in my chest. It’s hard to breathe.
I’ll tell him later, maybe in a few months. Then it won’t feel as weird.
I smile up at him, my body buzzing with just how much I love him.
“I was about to ask myself the same thing. You’re the perfect husband.”
Chapter 50
Ellie
