Her head rocked side to side. “By the blooms. I’m going to…to…”
“Do it, love,” he growled. “Spend in my mouth. Let me taste your pleasure.”
Her spine bowed off the bed, and she gave him what he asked. Her nectar anointed his tongue, her abandon an unspeakable delight. Prowling over her quivering body, he kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her bliss. She moaned, rubbing her tits against his chest, twining her tongue with his. The fact that she was still needy, still hungry, made him wild with lust. Nudging her silken thighs apart, he fitted his tip to her opening.
“You’re mine, Evie. Say it.”
“I’m yours. Take me, James. Please.”
Sweeter words he’d yet to hear. His eyes fastened on hers, he drove home. Lush heat surrounded him, gripped him, pulled him in deeper.
“Christ, I love being inside you.” A guttural sound worked up his throat as her sheath tightened exquisitely around him. “You’re so snug and wet, made to take my cock.”
“When you’re inside me, I feel like I belong to you.”
Her surrender caused something to snap inside him.
“You are mine,” he snarled. “Every part of you.”
He pulled back, only to slam in. He gave her no quarter, and she wanted none. She dug her fingers into his bunched biceps, arching to meet his thrusts, moaning as his stones thumped against her mound. Feral with lust, he grabbed her delicate ankles and slung them, one by one, over his shoulders. He saw Evie’s eyes widen, for this was new to her. He lunged, and they both gasped for this felt new to him too. Not the position, but the pleasure…the thrilling intensity of it. He’d never been in so deep. Never been stripped this bare. Never been so entangled, body and heart.
He gazed into Evie’s flushed face.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll always want more.”
Planting his forearms on the bed, he drove into her, deeper than before, as far as he could go. Buried to the bollocks, he ground his rock-hard shaft against her peak until she writhed and whimpered and begged. The pressure gathering at the base of his spine told him he wasn’t going to last, and he wanted one more thing.
He looked into her eyes. “Come for me.”
“Oh, darling,” she panted. “I have. Several times.”
He knew this, and if he didn’t, her satisfied blush would have given her away.
“Do it once more,” he coaxed. “With a little help.”
Balancing himself on one arm, he took her hand and placed it where they were joined.
“Touch yourself while I take you.”
She bit her lip. “I couldn’t possibly…”
“Like this.”
He moved their hands together, showing her.
“I can feel you tightening around me,” he groaned. “Keep doing it, Evie. Don’t stop.”
He started thrusting again. The feel of her fingers, the shy movements and juicy sounds, stimulated him beyond bearing. Then there was Evie’s expression—her helpless desire as she frigged herself while taking his cock. Maddened with lust, he pounded into her, and within moments, he felt the beginning flutters of her climax.
“There’s my good wife,” he growled. “Squeeze me just so.”
“Oh, James. That’s so…so…oh bless the blooms.”
Her lips parted, her spine bowing off the bed. Her spasms rocked her—and him. Throwing his head back, he buried himself to the hilt. He erupted, his bliss blasting from him in voluptuous surges. Shuddering, he continued thrusting, letting her milk him of every drop.
Then he cuddled her close, nestling her head against his shoulder. Contentment filled him as he saw that Evie looked well loved. Damp tendrils clung to her forehead, a blissful smile tucked into her flushed cheeks. He traced a fingertip over her bottom lip.
“What are you thinking, sunflower?” he murmured.
