I wake, nude, with Wren’s naked form cuddled into mine. It’s peaceful, warm, and something I never thought I’d have again. This level of intimacy. It’s almost too much until she turns and smiles up at me.
I’m fucked.
“How do you feel?” My voice is a grumble.
“Mmm. Sore. Good.” She hums and nuzzles my chest, hand wandering down.
Wren’s hand closes around my cock, growing hard so quickly I’d swear I was twenty years younger.
My grunt is all the verification she needs because her hand strokes, thumb grazing over my slit, fingers squeezing.
“You’re trouble.”
“I’m aware.” Her lazy pace winds me up more than if she got right down to business. By the time I’m twitching in her hand, I’ve decided that I need more.
When I reach for her, she giggles, nearly squealing, but she lets me drag her over me.
Her full hips, thighs, ass, they’re perfect as the weight of her hips comes down on mine. I lift into her, rubbing us together.
Fuck, she’s wet already, her arousal spreading over my shaft. She feels so good. Nothing like the handful of women I’d slept with since my wife—my first wife—none of them were able to reach through my numbness.
But Wren…
She stirred something inside me the moment our eyes met. Now, she’s my wife. She’s letting me touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
Her hips roll and lifts enough to notch the head of my cock at her entrance. In one slow move, she takes the first half of my length before she stalls. A small moan drops from her mouth before she lifts and lowers, taking more of me.
So tight.
So good.
I could spend all day right here. Under her. Over her. Inside her.
Another thrust has her wiggling, bottoming out and grinding us together. My grip tightens on her hips. Plump and soft, I love the way she feels in my hands. The way she feels against me.
She contracts around me and pushes herself up right, bracing her hands on my chest. Hips rolling, she pumps herself over me. Pleasure softens her features, but everything in me coils. I’ve never struggled to take my time, but maybe it’s her.
How she feels.
I help her move over me, lifting to pump into her as we both swing her down to meet me. Each thrust jars a moan from her, and it’s fucking sexy.
My cock curves harder, and I reach between us, thumbing her clit in a steady rhythm.
Wren contorts as pleasure drives through her, and she’s strangling my cock as she comes—mouth open in an O, her arms wavering between us, nipples pebbling hard.
I can’t resist. I launch up and trap one between my teeth, sucking and lashing at it with my tongue as I roll her under me.
Her cry sinks her nails into my shoulders, holding on as I take over, pumping into her swiftly. Every muscle shakes as she takes me. She whimpers when I find her G-spot again. Her grip on my cock shifting, threatening to take me with her.
The sudden need to mark her as mine tears through me, the idea that I could keep her. That she might want to stay…
That I might need to give her a reason…
My pleasure spikes, and I’m a goner, pulsing with her as I brand her with my seed. When my thoughts return to normal, I’m still reluctant to detach from her. A slow kiss draws her to touch me, tracing her hands up my sides, between my shoulder blades. The pinch of her nails has me pulling her even closer.
“I’ve finally figured out how to keep you from running away first thing in the morning.”
I smile into her neck. Nip her gently.
