When his gaze falls on me, he lets out a deep breath and says, “Babe, watch the video.”
I wet my lips and shake my head. “You’re what I want to watch.”
His eyes turn darker, and he takes the iPad from me, sets it to the side, and then straddles my chest, where he strokes himself, faster, harder.
Between watching him and the way he loses control to the feeling of the vibrator moving inside me, my orgasm climbs and builds to the point that I’m not sure I can hold on any longer.
“Fuck,” he huffs as his hand lands against the headboard while he continues to pump himself, the muscles in his forearm popping off, his abs defined.
The little flicks against my clit, the vibration, the feeling of my feet going numb…my entire body tenses, and I bring my hands to my breasts as my chest lifts up and a moan slips past my lips right before I fall over the edge.
“Wilder,” I yell as I come over the vibrator, shock wave after shock wave hitting me, causing me to thrash side to side until… “What are you doing?”
He removes the vibrator, and then in a second, he’s sliding inside me while I’m still contracting.
“Motherfucker,” he yells as he starts pumping inside me.
Between the size of him, the vibration of the cock ring, and how he thrusts so deep inside, I feel my body tense again. Sensations of an orgasm shoot through my limbs, continuing the most delicious feeling I’ve ever felt as he stiffens and his cock swells just before he spills inside me.
“Fuck…me,” he groans, lightly pumping until he collapses on top of me, letting me feel his entire weight until he pushes up on his forearms and connects his gaze with mine. His smirk nearly breaks me in half as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Christ, Scottie.”
Still catching my breath, I say, “You’re the one who did this to us.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one that makes it so fucking good.”
“What did I tell you about wearing clothes to bed?” Wilder says as he walks into my bedroom after going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth. He’s completely naked, making it incrediblydifficult to keep my eyes on anything but his body. “You know, my eyes are up here,” he teases me.
“I know, but you’re so hot.”
He chuckles and loops his arm around my waist, pulling me in close. “Why do you think I want you naked? I feel the same exact way about you.” He presses his lips to mine, and I loop my arms around his neck, making out with him, loving the feeling of being…loved.
Cared for.
Worshipped.
He makes me feel important.
Needed.Significant.
Like there couldn’t possibly be anything else in this world that could distract him from me.
When I pull away, he grabs the hem of his shirt that I put on and pulls it up and over, depositing it on the floor. His hands move up to my breasts, across my nipples, and down to my ass.
“Fuck, you’re so warm. This is what I want. You, naked…all the time.”
“Even when I go to work?”
He tilts his head to the side. “No, this body is for me and me alone.”
“You claiming me?” I ask.
“Damn right. Why do you think I still wear this bracelet? Mine. You’re mine.”
God, I could hear him say that over and over and never get tired of it.
He kisses me again, but this time, it’s a chaste kiss. “Now, I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” I say. “What is it?”
