His eyes crinkle at the corners. “We’re married. This is our bed. What the fuck else do we call it?”
“I just like that it’s ours.”
His expression instantly softens. “Yeah, me too.”
“I’m on birth control,” I offer as an alternative. “And I’ve been tested.”
I don’t elaborate. He doesn’t need or want the details, but I got tested regularly when I was dating Jace. I didn’t trust him.
Probably should have been a red flag, huh?
“So have I.” He doesn’t elaborate either, but follows it up with. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t exactly plan on being with anyone else. Do you?”
He leans down, his gaze meeting mine. “No. This is it for me, Pres.Youare it for me.”
He kisses me again. It’s soft at first. Slow. But eventually our need for each other takes over, and neither of us can wait any longer.
I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.
“Lift your hips,” he instructs, shoving a pillow under my ass to raise me up. I watch as he strokes himself, beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Someday, I’m going to give him the blow job of his life, but right now, I just want him to bury himself in me.
When he lines himself up, his eyes track every detail like he’s trying to memorize it.
But then those green eyes find mine as he pushes inside.
“Fuck,” we both groan.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes. It’s just a lot.”
A cocky smirk tugs at his lips. “You say the sweetest fucking things, wife.” Then he captures my lips in another scorching kiss. He pushes in deeper.
It feels exquisite. But I need?—
“More,” I beg. “I need all of you, Hollis.”
He gives me a fierce kiss on my forehead before he pushes his hips forward and slides all the way home. We both groan. “You have all of me, Pres. You always have.”
He gives our bodies time to adjust, peppering me with kisses. I run my hands up and down his muscular thighs. I reach around to grab his round, perfect ass.
Every touch feels intentional. Every kiss has meaning, like we’re getting to know each other all over again in an entirely new way.
Our eyes lock, and he starts to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, like he’s teasing me. He slides my hands above my head and then pins them with one of his. His fingers lace with mine, and I feel the cool metal of his wedding ring rub against mine.
That’s way fucking hotter than it should be.
He picks up the pace and does this crazy little hip thing that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. After that and the earth-shattering oral he gave me, I’m starting to wonder if my husband is some sort of sexpert.
Oh no. Seriously wrong train of thought to have right now.
“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no,” he says, slowing his movements.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Because it’s written all over your face.” His hand ghosts up my ribcage to cradle my face. “It’s never been like this with anyone else. It’s just you. Just us.”
