“Please,” I said with a moan.
His grip tightened around my wrists while he slid his crown up and down my wetness. My body shivered with anticipation. “I will,” he said, “when you stop squirming.”
I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax.
After a moment, he bent over my back so his mouth was at my ear. “That’s a good girl,” he said and rammed himself in to the base. His hands moved to my biceps as he straightened up and pulled me onto him as he thrust once.
“Oh, David,” I rasped.
“Love when you say my name,” he grated out and thrust another time, still keeping me in a stronghold.
“David,” I whimpered, and his pace quickened, giving it to me hard as he used my own body as leverage. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” I cried out brokenly. “So fucking good.”
My shoulders ached, and my cheek burned from the comforter, but he went faster, harder, and without mercy. In his control, I could only moan my satisfaction into the mattress.
I could tell he was close when his fingers squeezed my arms. “You look sexy as fuck right now,” he said. “Come on, Olivia.”
“Come with me,” I pleaded.
I clenched around him, and he yelled out, jerking my arms back as he gave me a punishing final thrust and began to spurt into me. I quivered as I both came apart and drank him in at the same time.
“Christ,” he breathed. He pulled out, and I dropped my hips, flattening out on the bed. I stretched and shook my arms, and he climbed over my ass to straddle me.
I groaned happily as he kneaded out my shoulders and arms. “Orgasmanda massage?” I asked. “Best husband ever.”
“Best what?”
“Besthusbandever.”
He leaned over my back and growled into my ear. “Say it again.”
I knew what he wanted. Since the wedding, he’d grown very attached to his new designation. “Husband.”
He flipped me onto my back suddenly and looked me in the face. His hand smoothed over my hairline, and before he could say it, I cut him off. “Love you,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Love you, too.” And then he pinned me with a passionate kiss. Within seconds, he stiffened, long and hard against my thigh.
“Mmm. Again?” I asked hopefully into his mouth.
He nodded. “Again.”
* * *
I jerked awake to our bright bedroom when David’s phone vibrated on his nightstand. His arms disappeared from around me as he reached for his cell.
I groaned at the loss. “Who’s calling at this time on a Sunday morning?”
He ignored me and answered the call with a curt, “Dylan.” I closed my eyes and listened to his rumbling voice. “Right now?” he asked and paused. “Yes, yes. That’s good. I’ll be there.”
“Honey?” I asked when he hung up. “What’s going on?”
“I have to run into the city for a little bit.”
“No,” I said. “Not now. I’m cold.”
He laughed and wrapped me in his big, warm arms. “I hate to leave you cold, honeybee, but this is important. I promise I won’t be long.” He pulled my earlobe between his teeth. “Nightmares?” he whispered.
I smiled and shook my head. I hadn’t had one in more than a year, but that didn’t stop David from checking now and then.
