“Well, yes. I guess so. As long as you’re mine too.”
“Of course I am.” He reaches up to cup my face. “Who else’s would I be?”
I beam down at him. He’s right. He’s my husband. He’s never acted like this—been this person—with anyone but me.
We belong to each other as much as to ourselves.
After a minute of smiling at each other, I roll my hips. “So how should we do this?”
“I think we can figure it out.”
He makes an upward thrust. It feels good so when he does it again, I match it with a pump of my hips.
“Yeah, that’s gonna do it,” he murmurs. “Keep doing that. Fuck, it feels so good.”
I’m really liking it too, so we sustain the motion for a few minutes.
“Yes, that’s real good.” His eyes are moving hungrily from my face to my breasts. “I love how you’re all eager and bouncy above me. My honey cake.”
He only calls me hishoney cakeoccasionally and only in bed, so every time he does feels special. Being calledbouncynormally would have embarrassed me, but it actually gets me going even more. I accidentally speed up the rhythm because I like how the sensations are building beneath my belly. It’s like it is before I come but different. Deeper. Achier.
Mason matches my speed, thrusting up faster and harder. Because I’m on top, I can control my position and the depth of the penetration so it doesn’t feel rough or uncomfortable.
I like how wild he feels right now.
I like how wild I feel too.
We’re so enthusiastic that we rock the bed. My hair is tossing all over, and I’m starting to sweat. Even my thighsare getting tired, but I don’t even care. It feels like I’m getting somewhere, and I want it.
Desperately.
“Fuck, Teresa. I’m gonna lose it soon.”
“Hold on. Hold on.” I whimper as I add a roll into my pumping, desperate to get there before it’s too late. “I’m almost there.”
He lets out a groan and releases my hip with one hand, moving it to my swollen intimate flesh. He finds and rubs that very best spot.
Combined with everything else, it catapults me into an intense explosion of sensation, the pleasure slamming into me in wave after wave.
I gasp and cry my way through it as my inner channel clamps down hard around Mason’s shaft. He lets out a loud exclamation as he jerks a few last times.
Then he comes inside me in several hard spurts.
I really like it when he does that. Like it’s tangible proof of the pleasure he takes in me.
We rock together for a couple more minutes until our bodies have softened. Then he pulls me down into a soft embrace that causes him to slip out from inside me.
We’re both perspiring, and there’s a lot of fluid spilling out from inside me. My thighs and lungs are burning.
But I don’t care.
I’ve never felt like this in my life.
“I’m sure glad you found that book,” Mason drawls after several minutes of recovering.
I giggle. Then giggle again. Then I can’t stop.
He’s chuckling too as he hugs me tighter. He brings me up higher so he can nuzzle my messy hair. “Tonight maybe we can try that hands and knees position.”
