“Cash.”
Pleasure grew around us. Gathering from the recesses of our beings and zapping through our nerves. Tingles and sparks and flames.
It grew higher and higher with each thrust.
And I was right there. Pleasure clawing at my insides. My guts a tangle and my body on fire.
“Give it to me, Daisy. Let me feel what I do to you. And I want you screaming my name when you do it.”
Two more strokes and she split.
This time, it was an earthquake.
A full detonation as she ruptured apart.
A violent eruption of her body as she screamed my name. Her nails burrowed into my shoulders to the point of perfect pain as she spasmed and shook.
Her pussy clenched and clutched and sent me sundering, too.
Her name was a prayer as pleasure streaked through every inch of me as I came into the tight clutch of her body. My cock spasmed and jerked as I poured and poured.
Filled her up the way she filled me.
Our hearts and minds and bodies completely surrendered.
And I was no longer on the brink of it. No longer on the outskirts of serenity.
“Bliss,” I rasped as I held her close. “You are nothing but bliss.”
Daisy wrapped her arms around my neck and slumped forward.
Her body plastered against mine as she uttered the softest words at my ear. “You are everything, Cash. My love. My heart. My hope. You are the one thing I was missing.”
I eased back so I could look at her, my chest growing tight as I saw the treasure that had been granted to me.
I gathered up her hand with the ring on it, weaved our fingers together, and brought the diamond to my lips. “You will never have to miss me again.”
A wistful smile trembled over her lips. “I like the sound of that.”
I set my palm on her cheek and stroked my thumb over her jaw. My ribs stretched around my foolish heart. Grin fighting its way to the surface. “Turns out I like every sound that comes out of my wife’s mouth.”
Redness splashed her cheeks while the joy in those eyes glistened and pranced.
Fuck, I loved it.
Loved making her happy.
She traced her fingertips over my lips. “And it turns out I like every grumpy, possessive thing that comes out of my husband’s.”
“You sure you can handle it?” I teased, wondering how it was possible lightness had taken me over.
Her head angled to the side, delight traipsing over her features as her voice went flirty. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can handle everything you are. I was made for it, remember?”
“Good thing, because you’re about to get a whole lot of me.” I growled it as I stood with her in my arms, though there was something playful seeded in it.
She squealed and wrapped her arms tighter around my neck as I carried her to our bed and tossed her in the middle.
A peal of laughter rolled out as she bounced, her naked body so tempting as she sank into the sheets.
