Page 70 of Graciously His

“Yes.”

The word is so quiet I hardly hear it, but it’s enough. I’m close, but I know she isn’t. Her body has desensitised enough that I need to switch things up to get her back to a properly aroused state.

“Time to turn over, then.”

Her brows come down in something like confusion, but I don’t have time to explain. I need to come. And I need to do it inside her. I guide her first onto her belly, then onto all fours. She’s dazed and sweet, unable to say a word as I stack pillows under her belly for support. My cock is back inside her contracting heat a moment later. I bring my hand to her pussy, finding her clit.

“Oh God,” she whines.

I apply deep pressure with my fingers and Grace, my beautiful, perfect wife, finally starts talking.

“Oh my fucking God, Nate, don’t… don’t ever fucking stop. Keep… keep fucking me like this. So good, oh… I’m going to—I’m going to—”

I feel her shaking harder than ever, and it takes every bit of presence of mind I have left to keep the pressure on her clit as I fuck her, my balls tensing up with the urge to spill. I can’t, not until she’s here with me. Because I know: I’ve used her hard and deep and fast enough that an orgasm will turn her from receptive to raw.

She has to come with me. She has to.

Finally, just as I feel like my wrist is going to fall off, I feel the rhythmic pulse deep inside her. Grace goes quiet and rigid, clutching me so hard that I can’t do anything but let the orgasm take me. I’m almost blind with pleasure, going still as I pump her full of everything I need her to have. She’s panting, clearly pained, and I force myself to remain just as I am, my orgasm subsiding faster than I would have wished.

Next time, I promise myself. Next time I’ll get the timing just fucking right.

This time, I’ve got a girl who is about to panic as her entire body clenches. I’ve been a little rough and, though Grace enjoyed it, she’s reacting now. I slide out, watching as she closes up tight. Relieved that there’s no sign of blood, I lean forward to whisper.

“Perfect, my love.”

I let her feel me hovering over her, my chest at her back, my hips angled slightly away so that my cock doesn’t end up where it shouldn’t. Grace breathes fast and deep, and I keep whispering praise, keeping her present.

“Was it—was it good?” she asks after a minute.

I press a series of kisses to her shoulder blade. “It was more than I ever could have asked for. Did you like it, Grace?”

“It was intense,” she answers, her voice clear, “and I don’t think I could do it like this every day, but… I liked it.”

I gently resettled her onto her side, lying down next to her. She’s clearly exhausted. I run my hand over her belly, watching as she flinches slightly.

“Are you hurting at all?”

Her eyes go hazy and I half-wish I could flip her over again to watch her tense up, to see how it looks up close as she checks in with herself.

Another time…

She shakes her head, confirming that she’s all right. I pull her even closer, relieved again. She’s present and happy, unlike last time when she dropped so fast I had to find a way to catch her. Still, I need to drive the intimacy home.

“This is what happens when you let me in. I make you mine in ways you don’t even have to ask for.”

“Are you going to want it like that often, Nate?” The question is tiny, whispered against my neck as Grace snuggles in.

I let it hang between us. “That was just another way for me to make love to you.”

She shakes her head. “There’s no way that was love making, Nate.”

I lean in and kiss her, my lips fitting over hers chastely. I see the surprise in Grace’s eyes, then the sweet moment when she opens her mouth for more. I pull back.

I wrap her even more tightly in my arms. “Love is whatever we say it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

But the words are little more than a sigh against my chest, and I know I’ll have to show Grace that she’s wrong. Our love—our marriage—will be everything I say and more. It’ll be her ever-expanding healing, her growing trust and, most of all, her delicious submission to every single thing I want.