It’s why I didn’t hesitate when I said yes to marry him.
“You’re not full enough yet, Daydream,” he utters in this deep octave that hits my ears and sends pleasure blossoming through my body. “Let me give you more.”
More.
I’m still adjusting and sore from last night, but the pain was nothing compared to the need and obsession of Bobby owning me coursing through me. I’ve never been so turned on, beside myself, and utterly in awe at how this man decided to take his husband role to a tee and then some.
It’s like he’s reminding me why I said yes.
What made me fall in love with him.
And what I have to look forward to until death do us part.
Even then, I still think Bobby would find me.
Running my fingers along the top of his shoulders, I try my best to flirt and be seductive when I say, “Are you not liking the way I’m?—”
“You can fuck me however you want,” he grinds out as if in sheer torment of not being able to take full control. “But, I promise you, I’m going to make you come so fuckin’ hard on round two, you’re gonna wish you just let me take the reins.”
“No,” I immediately retort to keep his ego in line. “It’s my turn. I set the pace.”
His fingers tighten in warning around my waist. “Whatever you want, Daydream. I’m yours to do with however you see fit. Onyourturn.”
My lips heave into a knowingly, satisfied smirk while I sink deeper. “So good. You’re stretching me out…mhm, I feel so full. I don’t know if I could take any more.”
His focus falls between us as if trying to find something to ground him. “Don’t underestimate yourself. If I break you, I’m only going to put youback together.”
Ugh.
Heart, meet the man who’s going to ruin you.
“You promise?” I whisper, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his lips, which has him promptly looking up at me.
Those light moss-green eyes piercing into me with unadulterated fervor.
They’re lighter under his stress load, but I’m hoping I see those forest greens under a new hope that I’m behind him one hundred and ten percent of the time.
“Why don’t we fuck around and find out?”
I smile because there he is, before I nod, and Bobby’s thrusting into me within the next millisecond, hitting a spot that is so deep, I cry out with pleasure and a twinge of discomfort.
He holds my hips down as he continues to plow into me, getting as deep as he can go and leaving me no wiggle room for relief.
I’m at his mercy.
I’m where he wants me to be, fully fucked and sated and his completely.
Yanking at his hair, I expose his neck and dive between it and his shoulder, licking at his warm skin and pressing methodical kisses there.
“Watch yourself,” I hear Bobby warn, but there’s no power or steel behind it, only fueling me to push. “The quicker I come, the more times I fuck you until we arrive in Prague.”
Silly man.
Does he really believe I’d tell him to stop? That I hate how much he makes me feel desired and beautiful?
“Whoever said we had a cap?” I quip along his skin. “I love it when you fuck me like you hate me, and to exhaustion. I haven’t slept as good as I did on the night of our wedding in years. I’m still sore in places I don’t think I’ve ever been sore in.”
He grunts when he bottoms out, returning for more as quickly as he got there.
