“Right there!” she tells me, and I gift her by sucking her clit inside my mouth. Two tugs is all it takes for her to fall apart.
Then, I’m climbing up the bed, caging her in as I fit myself to her slit. And when I finally slide into her, when her body welcomes me like it’s been waiting for this moment all its life, she wraps her arms around me and whispers the only thing I’ve been dying to hear.
“I love you, Atlas.”
I still.
Everything inside me stills.
And then I fall again—hard, deep, and real.
Because that? That right there?
That is worth more than the entire world.
“I love you, too. So damn much,” I tell her and slide my cock out a fraction.
“Love you more than anything. Love your mind.”
I push back in and swirl my hips.
“Love your heart.”
I withdraw.
“Love your sweet fucking pussy so much.”
I slam my hips against hers.
“Tell me it's mine,” I command.
I do it again, and again. Rutting into her like the beast that I am.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, walls clenching around me.
“Tell me, Wife.”
Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, legs wrap around my waist. It’s like she’s trying to pull me inside her, and fuck, and yes, I want to go.
I belong there. With her. Only her.
“Yours. It’s yours! I’m yours, Atlas!”
Cece’s eyes roll back, but I don’t want that.
I want her eyes on me.
I wrap one hand around her neck, and those gorgeous dark green eyes flash to mine. Her pupils are blown.
She’s panting, and my name is on her lips.
Christ, she’s gorgeous.
I lick into her mouth, tasting her passion. My balls tighten. I’m going to come.
“That’s right. You. Are. Mine. No one else’s. Just mine. My wife. My love.”
And that’s what sends her right over the edge with me.
