With a fluid roll of his hips, he filled me, his mouth swallowing my cry. Holy shit, I’d almost forgotten how intense the stretch could be, and that was before you took into account the piercings that never failed to hit the perfect spot.
“How’s that?” he panted against my mouth.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, demanding, “More.”
“Yes, my queen.” He withdrew before slamming home again, this time with more force.
“God, that feels so good,” I moaned.
He set a steady pace between my thighs, rasping, “My brain is telling me that I should give it to you soft and slow, but it’s been so long, and your cunt is gripping me so tight that I don’t think I can hold back.”
“No holding back,” I breathed, straining against him. “Give me everything.”
His grip shifted to my hip, holding me in place as his thrusts grew brutal, the head of his cock ramming against my G-spot, sparking pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter, the pressure so intense it bordered on painful.
“We might have messed up a lot of things before, but this”—Gio bottomed out, grinding against me so I could feel the drag of every barbell against my sensitive inner walls—“this we always got right.”
He wasn’t wrong. Sex had been the only bright spot during the darkest days of our marriage. Every screaming match ended with us tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking like the world was ending. And for at least a few minutes afterward, in that post-orgasmic bliss, we found peace.
But physical release alone wasn’t enough to satisfy me; I wanted intimacy, an emotional connection that went deeper—what I’d shared with John.
Right now, it was Gio behind me, his slick body sliding against mine as he fucked me from behind, his grip on me tightening as his thrusts faltered.
Voice strained, he gritted out, “Not going to last much longer. Tell me you’re close.”
My nails raked a path along his scalp. “So close.”
His fingers dropped between my open thighs, rubbing furious circles over my clit, and my orgasm detonated. Bucklingfuriously against Gio, I writhed uncontrollably as endless waves of ecstasy rolled through me, my cries echoing throughout the room.
“Fucking perfect,” Gio grunted. “Fucking mine.”
“Yours.” I clung to him, needing an anchor to survive the storm.
A few more ruthless pumps and he stilled, my name on his lips as he spilled inside me, the warmth of it leaking out around his cock.
Boneless and sated, I relaxed in his hold, only vaguely aware that his softening length was still buried deep as sleep beckoned.
Warm lips pressed against my shoulder was the last thing I remembered before this nightmare of a day was finally over.
Chapter 21
Rory
“Waterbreak,”Igasped.
“I second that,” Allie chimed in.
“Oh, come on, we’ve only been at this for fifteen minutes, ladies,” Summer chirped.
I glided through the water toward the edge of the mansion’s indoor pool, grabbing my water bottle and drinking greedily before coming up for a breath. “You didn’t warn us you were a drill sergeant when it comes to instructing water aerobics.” I shot her a death glare through the screen of my tablet, which displayed our group video chat.
Our resident competitive swimmer huffed. “I was taking it easy on you guys.”
My eyes bulged. “Thatwas taking it easy?!”
“You two can keep going, I’m just gonna float around for a bit,” Allie said.
“If she’s out, I’m out,” I declared.
