My cock is trapped between our bodies, leaking and aching. Soren reaches down and wraps his big hand around me, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Come on my cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growls right in my ear. “Want to feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
The words, the brutal pace, the feeling of being completely owned… it’s too much. I come with a broken cry, back arching hard off the bed as I spill between us, painting both our stomachs. My hole clenches rhythmically around him.
Soren groans loudly, hips stuttering. “God yes, good boy…holy shit.”
He slams in deep one last time and comes with a guttural moan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses. He keeps grinding through it, like he doesn’t want to stop, drawing out every last drop until we’re both shaking and panting. We stay locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.
Then Soren’s entire demeanour shifts. He pulls out slowly, carefully, and collapses beside me. Without a word he pulls me into his arms, turning me gently onto my side so I’m facing him. One of his big hands strokes soothingly up and down my back while the other cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my curls.
“You okay?” he whispers, voice rough but so incredibly soft.
I nod against his chest, still catching my breath. “Yeah.”
He presses a long, gentle kiss to my forehead, then another to the scar on my face, like he’s apologising to it. His arms tighten around me, holding me close, safe, and protected.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my hair. “Always.”
I melt into him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. My hand rests over his heart, feeling it beat steadily under my palm.
In this moment, wrapped up in my husband’s arms, the rest of the world feels very far away.
The End
