“Wanted to take this slow,” I grit out as the head of my dick bumps against her clit and she sucks in a breath, arching into me.
“Slow is overrated. Need you to fuck me.”
Any tenuous grip I had left on my control snaps, and I line myself up at her entrance, pushing inside in one slow, torturous stroke.
“Oh, yes. Oh, god.”
I still, my elbows braced on either side of Mira’s head, her soft skin beneath me as I cage her in. Lowering my forehead to hers, I let myself savor the heat of her, the floral scent of her hair, the way her breasts brush against my chest with every ragged inhalation.
In the weeks we’ve been apart, I tried not to let myself think about a life without this. Without her. Optimism isn’t something that comes naturally to me regarding relationships, but I didmy best to hold on to hope. Because the alternative—a life not shared with the person who means most to me in this world—was too bleak to entertain. Still, when I was lying alone in the guest bedroom at Sebastian’s place, it was impossible not to slip into those fears.
Eyes closed, I take in a shuddering breath.
Nimble fingers skate along my cheeks and jaw, followed by a whispered, “I’m here. I’m here and I’m never leaving again.”
Fuck.
I’m not ashamed to admit that my eyes fill with tears at that declaration. Mira is here with me. She isn’t going anywhere, because she’s chosen me the same way I’ve chosen her.
“Love you.” The words are a gruff promise.
“I love you, too, husband. Now, show me who you belong to.”
“Oh, Sunshine, I hope you’re ready.”
Green eyes stare up at me as I begin to move. Green eyes that are more familiar than my own. Mira watches my face as I roll my hips, filling her and withdrawing, then filling her again. She’s all softness to my steel, taking what I give with trust in her gaze and sighs on her lips.
“Hated being apart from you,” I say with a rasp.
“I know. I hated it too.”
“Never again.” I thrust harder, punctuating my demand.
Mira makes a keening sound. “Never.”
“You fucking own me, baby. I’m yours. And you’re mine. If you ever doubt my love and commitment again, I’m going to put you over my knee and paint your ass red.”
“Oh,” she moans, the word breathy and dripping with sex.
More little gasps spill from her lips, spurring me on. Pushing up onto one palm for better leverage, I grip her hip with my other hand and pick up the pace. Mira’s tits bounce with every thrust. Her hips lift to meet mine, and she whines softly when the base of my shaft bumps her clit.
Pleasure builds in my body. It’s a static—a buzzing—that grows stronger and stronger with every stroke of my cock along her fluttering inner walls. As much as I want to make this last, it’s been too long since I’ve buried myself in my wife, and I need her to come.
Letting go of Mira’s hip, I pull out, grinning when she curses me, and flip her over onto her belly. With her face on the bed, I tug her ass into the air. Before she can demand I touch her, I thrust into her hard. Draping my body over her, I press my sweaty chest against her slick back as I plant a hand on one side of her head and reach around her hips with the other. I have no trouble finding her clit. It’s swollen and hard, begging to be touched and teased.
“Shit,” Mira yelps as I drag two fingers through the wetness that gathers along the base of my dick before using her arousal to lubricate my fingers. I circle her clit softly at first, savoring the breathy little moans and mewls she rewards me with. But each quiet sound tightens my groin and the muscles in my abdomen.
I’m not going to last much longer.
“Need you to come, baby.” I add pressure to her clit. “Strangle my dick. Claim what’s yours while I claim what’s mine.”
“Griffin…”
Her ass bounces against my hips as I fuck her harder and harder, and when she looks over her shoulder at me with glassy, pleasure-drugged eyes, I watch her perfect tits sway with each thrust. She’s perfect. A goddess.
“Mine.”
Unable to hold back much longer, I pinch Mira’s clit and roll it between my fingers as I pound into her from behind. She opens her mouth, a cry on her lips, at the same moment her pussy contracts, squeezing my dick. All sense of rhythm is lost asmy need takes over and my body tightens almost to the point of pain before her tight heat grips me like a vise, and I’m gone.
