He pushed the wide head past her rosy opening, letting her get used to the feel of him. He went slowly, watching his veined shaft disappear into her mouth. Gratitude filled him as she gracefully took what he offered.
“Your tongue feels like velvet against my cock,” he said with approval. “Mind your teeth now because I’m going to give you more.”
He thrust deeper, enjoying her muffled gasp. Little by little, he fed her more. Pulling out and pushing in, he got her accustomed to the feeling of taking him this way. He didn’t get all the way in—not even halfway—but when she moaned around her first mouthful of cock, the blissful reverberation took him too close to the edge. He withdrew, and seeing the garland of spit that hung between her lips and his engorged dome tested his limits.
He gathered her atop him, kissing and kissing her.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked.
Her hair rippled like a dark river over her shoulders. “Make love to me, darling.”
Needing no further encouragement, he reversed their positions and rolled on top. Parting her thighs, he brought his cock to her pussy. He took an instant to memorize the image of his florid tip nudging her virginal gates before driving home. The fit was snug, delightfully so, but her dew eased his path. Fire blazed up his spine at the indescribable joy of claiming her—his mate, his wife.
Noticing that her bottom lip was caught beneath her teeth, he halted. “Are you all right?”
Brows pinched, she wriggled a little. Her movements felt so bloody good that it required all his willpower to remain still while she came to a decision.
“I’m fine,” she announced to his everlasting relief. “As fine as one can be with something that, um, sizeable lodged inside one, that is.”
“Sizeable, am I?” He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. “You might not realize it yet, but size has its advantages.”
“Really?”
She looked so unconvinced that he had to smile.
“I’ll show you,” he murmured.
He started with a leisurely pace until he saw her discomfort fade. When her hands fluttered over his bunched biceps and gripped onto his shoulders, he increased his tempo. As he plunged into her lushness, he kissed her until she was panting. He strummed her rosy nipples as he thrust harder, deeper, grunting when her sheath clenched around him. When he planted himself all the way to the root, she gasped.
“Conrad.” She gazed at him in wonder. “I feel so…so full.”
“You were meant to take my cock,” he said roughly. “And I was meant to be inside your sweet pussy. Now follow my lead.”
He began to move—really move. He drilled into her tight hole, angling his shaft to graze her needy peak. She whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he rode her. Pleasure unleashed his inner beast. He wanted to take, take, take—to pound himself into his sweet nymph until he was a part of her.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said between harsh breaths. “Finally, you’re mine.”
“I belong to you, darling. And you belong to me. Forever.”
With her words, Gigi tore his heart from his chest and took it into her keeping. His vision blurred, and he slammed into his wife, growling as he ground his balls against her plump folds. Over and again, he staked his claim, stroking her pearl as he shafted her. As she panted and moaned, her eyes never left his. The adoration in her gaze was a gift beyond measure, one he would cherish until the end of his days. When she convulsed around him, there was no resisting the summons.
Release roared through him, erasing everything he thought he knew about pleasure. The scorching bliss went beyond physical. Even as he spewed hotly inside her, the connection transcended their bodies. He was transported to that glowing meadow where nothing could hurt him, where he was no longer alone, where nothing mattered but being joined to the mate of his soul.
She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, and he shuddered with pleasure at this, the simplest of touches. He was still hard, rocking inside her while she sighed.
“I’m so glad you’re my husband,” she whispered.
“That’s just as well. Because we’re bound together,” he said huskily. “Now and forever.”
Chapter Thirty
Gigi woke up to a strange sensation. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but then she felt the heated glide of familiar lips along her neck, the prickle of stubble. Her lips curved as she registered that she was lying on her side, her spine nestled against Conrad’s chest. He had an arm slung over her hip, and his hand was busy doing wicked things between her legs. When he played with her little button, she sighed, pressing back against him.
“Good morning, husband,” she said breathlessly.
“A very good one at that, wife,” he agreed.
Feeling his erect member against her bottom, she giggled.
