Page 58 of His Secret Wish

“Aww, poor baby. Let me make it better for you.” She slipped her hand under the waistband of his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He sucked in a breath, his body shaking with need.

“I need you so badly, mi cariño.” His voice was strained, broken. The heat coursing through him was going to make him spontaneously combust any second. “Please don’t tease me. Don’t make me wait. It’s been too long.”

That same something flickered in her gaze, and then her eyes softened. “Please tell me you grabbed condoms sometime today.”

He removed her hand from his briefs and rolled off the bed. “What do you think I was doing when I snuck off alone?” He yanked open the bedside table drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.

“Pretty sure of yourself and your seduction abilities, huh?” Her voice still held the same teasing note. She rolled onto her side, propping her head in her hand. Her breasts jiggled, her nipples still tight and swollen, making his mouth water.

“I was hopeful.”

She laughed. The sound slid through him like his favorite song. His heart expanded, the love he had for this woman lighting him up from the inside. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, tell anyone who would listen.

The words rolled up his throat, but he swallowed them back. It wasn’t the time, and the last thing he wanted to do was spook her. This weekend experiment had been a success so far, but there was no telling what a declaration like that would do to the current mood.

Besides, he had much more important things to do right now.

He ripped open the package of condoms and pulled one out, tossing the box onto the nightstand. She watched him, her gaze almost like a caress against his skin. He pushed his briefs down and kicked them aside. She licked her lips, and another gush of pre-cum leaked out of his cock. His foreskin was pushed back, exposing the purple head, slick with moisture. His balls felt heavy and achy, needing release.

She reached her arms out, beckoning him to her. He tore open the foil wrapper, sliding the condom over his cock. Then he climbed onto the bed, into her arms. She rolled over onto her back, pulling him with her so he was on top of her. Skin to skin.

He balanced on his elbows to stop from crushing her and stared into her eyes. She stared back, trust and longing in her beautiful brown gaze. He was so fucking lucky, and he honestly didn’t understand how it happened. But he was grateful for it, nonetheless.

She spread her legs, lifting her knees to plant her feet on the mattress. His pelvis sank into the cradle of her thighs. His cock throbbed against her lower belly, upset that her pussy was so close, and he was still not inside her. She slid her hand between them, her knuckles brushing against his skin. His abs clenched. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and he damn near came right then and there.

By sheer force of will, he stopped himself.

She pressed his cock lower, sliding the head through her folds, making them both groan. And then he was pressing against her opening, the hot wet heat of her so close it sent a tremor through him.

“Are you sure?” His voice was quiet and strained.

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her, only conviction.

He pushed inside her. The soft heat of her pussy enveloped the head of his cock, and he had to stop, or he was going to come. It had been so long, too long. He wanted to weep with the pleasure of it.

She cupped his cheek, forced him to meet her gaze. Her brown eyes were full of something he didn’t want to understand. Mostly because, if he was wrong, it would be too painful.

“You’re so wet for me.” His ragged whisper was for her ears only.

“I need more. Please, Owen, more.” She lifted her knees, hooked her heels over the back of his thighs.

He moaned and pushed deeper. Her inner walls gripped him tight. The heat and pressure were amazing, and his cock pulsed. She draped her arms over his shoulders, running her fingers over his skin.

Finally, in what felt like forever, he pushed all the way inside her. She made a humming noise. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, and he grunted. He stilled his hips, buried deep, and balanced his forehead against hers.

“You feel so fucking good.” He let the words flow, in too much ecstasy to censor himself. “It’s been so long, I forgot just how amazing this was. How amazing we fit together. We were made for each other.”

She stayed silent. His heart thumped hard a couple of times and then rolled right out of his chest and onto the floor. He’d said too much, confessed too much.

He opened his mouth to take it back, laugh it off, anything to make it better. She kissed him fiercely, surprising him. Her tongue invaded his open mouth, seeking and demanding everything. He kissed her back, pouring everything he was feeling, everything he had, into the kiss. Hoping she would feel it.

The urge to move was too much, and he pulled his hips back, and then pushed back inside her. She made that same humming noise as before, tightening her legs around his legs. He rocked into her faster, the wet, hot glide making him selfish.

She clutched him to her. Their sweaty skin was sticky and slippery. He pulled his cock out until just the tip was inside her and then slammed back into her. Over and over again. The sound of their skin slapping together was loud in the quiet room.

“Yes, yes, yes.” The breathy chant fell from her lips, driving him to go faster.

He wasn’t going to last. It had been too long, he was too turned on. The electricity streaking through his cells had already started to gather in his lower back. He wasn’t going alone, however.