“Gimme a sec,” he breathes. “You can’t do that and expect me not to lose it. I’m not ready to finish this yet.”
I smirk, lowering my gaze to the sheets beneath me, giving him a moment.
He slowly begins to rock into me again, finding that perfect angle, the one that hits exactly where I need it most. My ass still stings, my thighs ache, but every time he thrusts, the pleasure ratchets higher.
He’s groaning, deep and guttural, lost in it.
I can tell he’s loving being in control again.
It’s who he is.
It’s in his blood.
The restraint he’s shown over the past few months must have been torture. Now, he’s free. And he’s claiming me like he’s been waiting forever.
He pounds into me harder, faster, and I feel another orgasm building. My whole body tenses as it creeps up, winding tighter with every brutal thrust.
Then, he slams into me one last time, grinding his hips in deep.
I break.
My body spasms as I moan his name, my voice broken, my breath shattered.
“Fuck, Dee,” he groans, voice hoarse. He drives into me again, forceful, fast, unrelenting. I pitch forward on the bed, barely able to hold myself up as his grip bruises into my hips.
I don’t care.
I want the marks.
I crave them.
Another orgasm flutters to life, trembling just below the surface. When he slams into me and stays deep, I rock myhips against him, chasing more. He groans, tilts his hips, and when he drives in again hard, I come undone. My orgasm rips through me, and as my walls clench around him, he shudders. With a low, guttural growl, he buries himself deep and explodes inside me. His hold tightens as he empties himself with one final thrust, then stills.
I gasp at the sudden emptiness when he pulls out, but before I can move, he lifts me from the bed and shifts me to face him. The room spins briefly before his lips crash onto mine, and we kiss. He pulls back with a smug smirk and gives me a little shove, sending me tumbling backward onto the bed.
Colt drops to his knees, crawling between my legs. He lifts one foot and slips off my heel, then does the same with the other.
“This, however…” he says, running his fingers over the garter still on my thigh. “This stays.”
His eyes meet mine.
Then he slides back over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
And just like that, round two begins.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DEE
Colt lies behind spooning me and places a kiss on my neck. I’m still half asleep and not really with it, but I am acutely aware of his erection poking me in the butt. I turn my head, eyes closed, and he kisses me lightly.
His hand moves down my side and in between my legs. Without hesitation, I open them for him to gain better access before he rubs my clit. Our kiss is leisurely and relaxed as he rolls me onto my back and slowly makes his way on top of me. I have yet to open my eyes, but his hard cock slides against my wet and ready pussy.
I bring my legs up and wrap them around his waist as we gently rock together, not toward a climax but to feel the undeniable connection we have. His tongue massages mine as we move together, and it feels like pure bliss, knowing I get to do this with my husband for the rest of my life.
We are lazily rocking, neither of us in a hurry, and a tingling sensation runs through me. I run my hands through Colt’s hair while he kisses me slowly. We are in synch, completely lost in each other. I still haven’t opened my eyes, just reveling in this twilight state I’m in, halfway between asleep and awake. When he pushes into me again, I feel him tense, and I know he is close, so I clench around him, squeezing, and he moans softly into my mouth.
He’s on the edge, but I’m not quite there this time, and I don’t even care. All I care about is feeling him inside me and the unbelievable connection we are sharing right now. He grinds his hips, releasing inside me, then kisses me deeply for a few minutes.
