“This still okay?” His voice is so soft that my heart swells.
I nod.
“Yes.” My hand trails down the center of his torso. “More.”
Holy shit, Saint smiles at me, and I’m ready to explode all over again. “As my wife commands.”
I tug open his jeans and whimper when he rears back to strip his jeans free. And I’m exposed to all his glory. Seeing him in pieces didn’t do him justice.
My husband is beautiful, rough around the edges, but lean with thick muscle, hair, and an array of scars that I can’t even begin to catalogue. It all adds up to Saint. The more I discover about him, the more I like.
Then…he crawls up the bed, hovering over me, and I’ve lost my breath. My knees spread for him automatically, and I’m trembling when he leans down to his forearms and brushes hair from my face.
I draw my knees up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hardness nestles in my folds, and his hazel eyes darken, and I want this more than I thought.
“Ready for this?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
A smaller smile this time, but it comes with a shift of his weight, him reaching between us, and the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. One small push has me taking a mere inch of him, my body stiffening.
I’m so wet, but he’s so big.
“Relax, Wren. I won’t hurt you.”
Nodding, I try, willing my muscle to relax as he pushes in another inch.
Saint’s hand settles between us, rubbing my clit and tightening me as he whispers encouragement, hushing me and working me up in one fell swoop.
My hips move on their own accord, and Saint matches me.
A sharp pain hits but it’s quickly soothed away with the pleasure of his touch, and then he’s inside me.
And it’s better than I ever imagined, him moving slowly, the pleasure building with the steady, solid rhythm. A spot deep inside of me has me arching, seeking.
I can’t breathe as it consumes me. Ecstasy hitting like a tidal wave. It’s a complete out of body experience, but I’ve never been so aware of it at the same time.
When I’m back in reality, Saint has this tortured look on his face.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He laughs. “You’re gorgeous when you come. Even better when I get to see it up close.”
My smile is delirious and happy. “Now, I want to watch you.”
Hips moving, the pangs of pleasure reverberate through me, but when we grind and thrust together, it starts building again.
It’s slower though, sweltering, and the eye contact…it’s so much.
I open up this time, cataloging every inch of his skin I can reach, palms and nails and the slow scratching of his beard that has him laughing as we both lose our breath.
Suddenly, we’re both right there. Everything dialing up until I’m running on instinct. My orgasm is powerful, but more than that I feel the moment he comes in me. It’s more erotic than I imagined.
Settling behind me, he pulls me tight to his chest, like he’s cherishing me, and presses his nose against my ear, voice soft against my skin. “I can’t lose you now.”
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