“Hey Grey?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna rock my world?”
His face moved from my neck. I was twisted, my front to his front, his sea green eyes all I could see, then he asked, “Here?”
I winked, “Right here.”
He grinned.
Wickedly.
“Good. Not sure how much longer I can go without being inside your perfect body after you put this little red number on. Think I’ll take it off with my teeth.”
I felt a shiver rush over my body.
He lifted a brow, obviously catching it, then he asked, “Cold?”
I shook my head, “No. Your teeth. My body. Yes, please.”
He smiled.
Man, but I lived for those smiles.
Then he proceeded to remove my bikini with his teeth.
And my man... my man... wouldn’t let me be on top and him on bottom.
He wouldn’t let me be on bottom and him on top.
Nope, I was on my hands and knees as he slammed into me from behind.
Because in his words, “No way in hell was I being uncomfortable with having sand in places it shouldn’t be. But that I asked him to rock my world, and he was making that happen.”
And with his final thrust as we came together, he moaned, “Love you, baby girl.”
I smiled, “Love you too, husband.”
Then he slapped my ass, “Brat.”
Then he groaned.
I grinned.
Cause he pulled out of me and slammed back inside.
“Husband,” I moaned.
He slapped my ass again.
“Fuck me. No one else I know gets a hard cock from their woman calling him husband.” He said as he pulled back and slammed back inside of me.
I giggled, then I moaned as he hit that spot.
“Think it’ll ever stop?” I asked.
“No. Because it does, it’ll mean I’m dead. Best fucking title I’ve ever been given was being called your husband. Never want to go another minute not being that man to you.”
