Her pulse flutters around me, her heat sucking me deeper, her body welcoming me home in a way nothing else ever could.
“Trey,” she cries, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls my head back so I have no choice but to look at her.
Her eyes are blown wide, drowning in me.
Then her mouth crashes into mine.
The kiss is hard.
Teeth. Tongues. Breath.
Need.
She kisses me like she’s terrified I’ll disappear, and I fuck her like I’m proving I never will.
Her release hits her without warning.
She breaks apart in my arms, her body convulsing, clamping down on me so tight it drags a groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I lose myself in her.
My release tears through me with violent force, my vision going white as I empty into her, my forehead falling to her shoulder as my body shudders through it.
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
Forget where I am.
Forget everything but her.
Her fingers slide into my hair, gentle now, soothing, as the aftershocks ripple through us both.
I stay there, buried inside her, holding her weight against the wall like she’s the only thing keeping me standing.
Her hands slide to my face, soft and warm, her thumbs brushing over my cheeks as I lift my head.
“Can we do that again?” she asks with a small, wrecked smile that owns every broken piece of me.
A breathless laugh escapes me as I press my forehead to hers.
“Anything my wife wants,” I murmur, stealing another kiss from her swollen lips. “She gets.”
She asked me to do it again.
Who the hell was I to decline her anything.
I gave her everything she asked for, again and again, until the outside world ceased to exist and there was nothing left but her beneath me, around me, whispering my name like a prayer she’d waited a lifetime to speak. I lost myself completely in her, in the feel of her body, in the sound of her breathing, in the way she clung to me, and somewhere in those endless hours, I stopped feeling like a man who had died.
I started feeling alive again.
Now she lies beside me, completely spent, her body surrendered to sleep, her red hair fanned across the pillow like spilled silk, wild and untamed and so fucking beautiful it steals the air from my lungs.
It’s been hours, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.
It never will be.
