Her hands brace on my shoulders as she lifts herself up and then slowly lowers onto me. All the air is punched from my lungs as she squeezes around me, taking inch by inch.
“Fuuuuck.” I dig my fingers into her hips to keep my hands still. Sweat beads on my forehead. “You feel so good.”
“I don’t know if I can take any more.” She’s stopped and her lashes flutter closed.
My fingers find her clit and I circle the sensitive nub as I lift my hips under her, pressing in a little farther.
She cries out and sinks down until I’m fully buried in her hot, tight cunt.
“Goddamn perfect.”
We’re both quiet, only our shallow breathing filling the silence until she lets out a soft laugh and drapes her arms around my neck. “You’re right. We didn’t have sex. There’s no way I could have forgotten this.”
I couldn’t either. I won’t. As long as I live, I know I’ll remember this. With one arm at her waist, I turn us so she’s flaton her back and still impaled on my cock. She squeals as I nip at her neck and lavish her with kisses and licks. I suck hard on her collarbone until I’m almost certain it’ll leave a mark. All the while, her pussy still has my dick in a vise.
Only when she’s relaxed and smiling do I move again. Her stare locks onto mine. Long lashes flutter but fight to hold my gaze as her mouth opens and she lets out a soft, guttural moan.
“Doing okay?” I ask in a hoarse, strained voice.
She nods and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “More.”
I pull out, more this time, and drive in harder.
“More.”
The word echoes in my head. Each time she asks for more, I give it to her willingly until we’re both panting and sweaty and her nails dig into my back. I can’t hold off much longer, but I need to feel her pulsing around my cock like I need air. It’s become vital to my existence.
I shift ever so slightly so each thrust glides along her clit, but it only takes once before she’s clamping down and crying out. I finally let go too, coming so hard that black creeps into my vision.
26
HANNAH
Travis and I lie side by side in his bed. Naked and both gasping for breath. Neither of us have moved post-orgasm, except for him to remove the condom. I think my brain is broken. All the usual chatter and worries are gone and it’s just bliss.
As I stare up at the ceiling, happier than I can remember, a giggle slips from my lips. Small at first and then louder.
Travis lets his head fall to the side, brown eyes locking on mine. “Are you crashing out? Need me to kiss some sense into you again?”
I tip my lips up to kiss him. “No and yes.”
His grin is all boyish charm as he wraps an arm around my back and pulls me on top of him, crushing his mouth to mine in the process.
His big hands roam up and down my back and he kisses me like it’s all he’s thought about these past two months.
It feels surreal to be all tangled up with him like this. I do my own exploring, tracing the lines of his muscles in his stomach and the V at his hip. Lightly, I rake my nails along the shaft of his dick and then smooth a thumb over the head.
He hums deep in his throat. “Something you want, wife?”
“Yes, you’re a good body pillow. But I should go back downstairs before Wren wakes up and realizes I abandoned her.”
“She’s sleeping.” He nuzzles between my breasts, dragging his nose along my skin and placing tender kisses as he goes. “Stay with me. I still haven’t given you an encore of Vegas.”
Vegas. God. What I’d give for the memories of that night.
“Tell me about it. All of it.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
