“About you? Absolutely.” I bottom out. Buried to the hilt. Her pussy stretched tight around me, clenching, pulsing. I hold still. Press my forehead to hers. We breathe together.
“I feel you everywhere,” she whispers, her hands framing my face.
“Good. That’s the plan. Forever.”
She pulls me down and kisses me. Soft and deep and tasting like tears and champagne and us. And I start moving in long, deep strokes. Slow at first. Savoring. Every thrust pressing all the way in, grinding against her clit, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back home. She wraps her legs around my waist and rolls her hips up to meet me. We find our rhythm. The rhythm that’s been ours since the first night on this bed.
“Beau… oh God, baby…”
“I know, sweetheart. I feel you.” Her walls are fluttering. She’s close already. My woman. So goddamn responsive. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect. Taking me so good.”
I shift my angle. Hitch her leg higher over my hip and drive deeper. She cries out, head pressing back into the pillow. I dip my head to her tits. Suck a nipple hard while I fuck her steady. Her hands claw at my back.
“I wanna feel you come on my cock, wife.” I thrust harder. Deeper. “Wanna feel this pussy squeeze me. Give it to me.”
She falls apart. Clenching so hard around me, I see white. Her whole body shaking, back arching off the bed, my name torn from her throat like it’s the only word she knows. Fuck. The feeling of her coming on my cock nearly drags me under.
But I’m not done.
I pull out and she whines. I flip her over, and she goes willingly, already knowing. I prop a pillow under her hips, palming her gorgeous ass with both hands. Squeezing. Spreading.
“God, look at you,” I groan. Her pussy’s swollen, slick, leaking. Her ass, full, round, fucking perfect. I slap it. Just enough to make her gasp and her skin warm under my palm. “Most beautiful woman in the world spread out on my bed. My wife.”
“Beau, please…” She pushes back toward me, needy and impatient.
I grab a fistful of her braids and tug her head back, lining up behind her. “Please, what, baby?”
“Fuck me. Fill me up. Please, I need it…”
My cock throbs. “Need what, Ina? Say it.”
She looks back over her shoulder. Eyes wild. Lips swollen. Gorgeous and wrecked, and mine.
“I need my husband inside me.”
I slam home.
She screams into the pillow, and I groan, holding her hips hard enough to leave marks. Good. I want my marks on my wife, want her to feel me tomorrow. I want her to sit down at breakfastand wince and remember exactly who put that ache between her legs.
I fuck her deep. Hard. One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip. The sound of skin on skin fills the room. Wet. Raw. Obscene. Mixed with her moans and my grunts and the creak of the bed frame.
“Hear that?” I growl, snapping my hips. “That’s the sound of your husband claiming what’s his.” She sobs into the sheets. “This pussy… this body. All. Fucking. Mine.”
“Yours,” she cries. “All yours, baby. Always.”
I lean over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. “Gonna fill you up, Ina. Gonna pump this pussy so full of me you’re leaking for days.” She clenches hard around me. “And when it takes…” I thrust deep and hold. “When your belly starts to grow with our baby…” Another deep grind. “I’m gonna fuck you through every month of it. Worship every new curve. Lick every new stretch mark.”
“Oh God, Beau…” She’s shaking. Her whole body, trembling. Close.
I reach around and find her clit. Swollen. Slippery. I circle it fast while I drive into her from behind, relentless.
“Come with me, baby,” I grit through my teeth, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine like a fucking freight train. “Come on your husband’s cock. Let me feel it.”
She shatters. Screaming my name so loud the candles probably flicker. Her pussy clamps down on me, milking, pulling, and I let go. I come so hard my vision blacks out. Burying myself as deep as I can go. Spilling inside her in hot, thick pulses. Groaning into her neck like a man destroyed.
“Fuck… Ina… my wife… take it all, baby… every drop…”
She takes it. Takes me. Her body pulling me in, holding me tight. Her pussy still fluttering and squeezing as I grind the last of my release inside her.
