Page 112 of In Spades

“Will?” she cried, eyes pinched shut. Her lips parted as she sucked in a shallow breath.

I swirled my tongue around one pert nipple and then the other. “Hm?” I hummed as I pulled it between my teeth.

“I need you to fuck me right fucking now.”

I reared back and slammed my hips into hers. She keened beneath me, her nails digging into my arms. I loved the bite of pain.

I drilled into her again and again, levering upward to stroke that pleasure spot she had deep inside. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I claimed every piece of her body and her heart.

“You feel like heaven,” I said as I skated my hands up her stomach, lingering on her breasts.

She whimpered at my touch.

I left one hand on her tit and slid the other up to her throat, gently but firmly wrapping my fingers around it. “Nod if this is okay.”

Kristin’s pussy clenched around my dick. Without opening her eyes, she nodded.

I tightened my grip. “Good?”

“So fucking good,” she moaned.

I captured her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. With a mindful grip on her throat, I pulled out and then thrust hard and fast. The bed rocked, knocking against the wall. Thankfully, the kids were on the other side of the house. It was a good thing, too, because I had no intention of being discreet.

I slowed the urgency of my thrusts and ground slow, rough circles against her clit.

Kristin let out a piercing whine as her inner walls fluttered with the first tell-tale signs of her orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” I growled, keeping with the steady rhythm that had her body ready to implode. “Give me what I want.”

I felt my release about to crash into me, but I wanted hers first.

“I—I’m so?—”

“Come for me,” I ordered. “Let me have it.”

She shattered, and I was right there with her. My release pulsed into the condom. I lowered her arms and rubbed my thumbs against her wrists as I caught my breath.

“You are so goddamn amazing,” I said breathlessly, dropping my forehead to hers. With my dick still inside of her, I cradled her cheeks, sliding my tongue against hers in a slow kiss.

Kristin pulled back, her hands on my jawline and her forehead on mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said. What else was there to say? That woman had a hold on my heart like no one else ever had.

“What time is it?” Kristin mumbled, stirring in my arms. Her cheek was pressed against my pec, and her arm and leg were draped over my body. The woman was a snuggler and I, for one, was not complaining. She so fucking adorable, and I never wanted to wake up without her clinging to me.

Was I falling fast? Yeah. Was I moving fast? Hell yeah. But, hey—when you know, you know.

I felt things for Kristin I’d never felt, even for the woman I’d asked to marry me. It didn’t scare me to think that forever might not work out.

Every choice presented an element of risk. I accepted that. What scared me most was the thought of missing out on forever because I was too chickenshit to go for it in the first place.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” I said, pressing a kiss on top of her head.

The morning light leaked through the curtains. We had the day off and sleeping late sounded like a good idea.

She groaned. “The kids will be awake in a minute. I should get up.”

As if on cue, footsteps from upstairs rumbled the ceiling, followed by the rhythmic opening and shutting of doors.

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