“Seems like mutual admiration to me.”
I crawl up the bed, laying my head in her lap. She pulls out the elastic band and runs her fingers through my hair as I stare at her with pleading eyes.
“Just one taste,” she says.
I roll onto my side and run my tongue around the areola ina soothing motion. She throws her head back and closes her eyes. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Because I know how to take care of you.”
I do that a few more times before wrapping my lips around her pert nipple. It takes a moment before the sweet taste of her milk hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, my cock growing thick and hard. Her fist wraps around me, and she jerks me roughly. I moan around her nipple, ready to blow any second.
I release her from my mouth and shift onto my back, giving her a better angle to finish me off. It only takes a few more rough tugs before I’m coating my stomach in my release.
Angelina smirks. “Mm. Such a good boy.”
I cover my eyes with my forearm. “Jesus Christ.”
Angelina
Once my breasts are no longer throbbing, Griffin carries me to the tub and carefully sets me in the warm, sudsy water. I scoot forward, and he slides in behind me, wrapping me in his arms.
This is what heaven must feel like.
He kisses my shoulders and neck, brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I’ve never had this with anyone else. This innate trust. The safety and security to let my guard down. I know I can let go with you and you’ll always be there to catch me.”
“I promise that will never change,” he says. “You’re safe in my hands. Your body and your heart.”
I love the way he can go from manhandling me with expertise, pinning me down and fucking me like a devil, to holding me tenderly and whispering quiet words of devotion. It’s what I was missing for a long time. I thought I had to settle for mediocre sex to get the life I wanted, but Griffin has shown me I can have everything. My needs don’t have to comelast just because I wanted to be a wife and a mother. I can be submissive in my sex life and take charge in every other aspect. I don’t have to choose.
He reverently washes my hair, massaging my scalp with his powerful hands. When I’m sure this night can’t get any better, he runs a soft washcloth over every inch of my body, gentle when he touches between my thighs. I’m still deliciously sensitive there, and I’m certain I’ll be wearing his marks for days to come.
I straddle his lap, take his mouth in a languid kiss, and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, pumping up and down. “I love you, husband.”
He eyes me warily. “What are you doing, wife?”
I line him up at my entrance and slowly sink onto his cock.
“Angel, I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
“What if it fails?”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. I want to feel you bare.”
His expression is pained. “What if you get sick again? I don’t think I could bear it.”
I slide my fingers into his hair, brushing it away from his face. “It was worth it. Make love to me, Griffin.”
He grips my hips, rocking me forward and back, his cock hitting me at just the right angle. I cradle his head and hold him against my chest, certain he can feel the erratic rhythm of my heart against his cheek. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, adding another delicious sensation and ratcheting me higher and higher until there’s nowhere to go but down. I tumble off the cliff, succumbing to another forceful orgasm. His head drops back against the rim of the tub, and he groans out his release, filling me completely.
I take his mouth in one more deep kiss, our hearts and bodies entwined. When we both come down from the high,he wraps us each in a warm towel, and I sit at the bathroom vanity while he meticulously dries my hair. I’ve never been cared for like this before, except six years ago when I spent a weekend with a sexy cowboy who’d unknowingly stolen my heart.
I help him change the bed linens, and we collapse into bed, too tired to do anything but cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 38
