Page 37 of Chasing His Bride

My cock is desperate for release, desperate to be inside her, but first I want to feel and taste every inch of her.

I flick her clit with my tongue. She’s just as I remember. I keep lapping up her sweet flavor, over and over, until her hips are bucking, chasing for more.

“And those sounds you make.” I lick along her folds. “They belong to me.”

Not only her sounds, but every perfect inch of her is mine. She is perfect.

Her thighs shake, and her breathing is ragged as she nears her climax. But all I can focus on is the woman beneath me.

I slide my finger deep inside her. Taking it out and doing it again. My tongue is on her clit and my finger is working her up higher.

She’s so close to coming and I want to come with her. I kneel between her legs, line my dick up with her entrance, and slide inside her.

Skin to skin.

Her eyes widen as she emits a breathy cry.

I release a grunt and watch her as, inch by inch, I move in and out until I reach the hilt. When I do, I stop inside her as chills cascade down my spine. I’m so overwhelmed by the feeling. Never have I ever felt this act to be anything other than sex. Amber was the one who made me love giving pleasure before receiving it myself, and now I know there can be no one else for me.

Her legs wrap around my waist, digging her heels into my back as she drags me to her. “Kiss me.”

My mouth captures hers, kissing her sweet lips, sucking on her tongue, licking her mouth; tasting all of her.

She rocks her hips, rolling back and then up. I’m harder than ever and a hiss slips from my lips.

Nothing has ever felt this good—skin to skin—without a barrier. It’s the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom, and I never want to wear one again.

The feeling of her makes me feral. I want to feel her clench around me, feel her walls grip my cock as I spill inside her.

Our movement is fluid. We were made for each other. Her walls pulse as I push into her again. It’s slow, painfully slow, but I never want it to end.

“Harder,” she whispers.

I smile, looking into her eyes as I pull almost all the way out of her, then I thrust back in. A soft mewling noise escapes her lips. I love the sound so much that I do it again and again, over and over, my eyes glued to hers as I listen to her little moans.

Her mouth falls open, forming a perfect “O” shape of surprise.

I reach behind and slip a finger into her back passage. “Do you like that?” I murmur darkly as she clenches around me.

“Hmm,” she moans with her eyes closed.

“Do you trust me Amber?” I ask.

Her eyes widen as she nods.

“Good girl, because I’m going to fill you with my seed.”

“I’m not on the pill,” she tells me again.

Did she think I was joking?

She emits a little cry as I pump harder into her.

“Perfect, hopefully we’ll start our family,” I pant into her neck. As I say that, I feel a tightness in my chest, a surge of raw desire that intensifies the longing to build a life with her, to create a family together.

I want it all.

And she feels it too.

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