Page 51 of It's Holy Matrimony, Baby

The heat of him inside me, his cock pulsing, feels so good. He fills me up and the sensation is exactly what I’m desperate for. I cling to him, digging my nails into his back the way he told me he wanted me to. Would have anyway. Want to be with him like I’ve never wanted anything. He moves inside me, slow, measured strokes that brush against all my most sensitive places and leave me breathless. Each thrust hits deeper. There’s an intenseness to the way he moves, his muscles taut as he stares down at me. Like his goal is to penetrate so deep inside me, through the very fiber of my being, that I’ll never be able to break the connection between us. I’ve never felt anything this good, this right. The whole world falls away and goes black as my inner walls begin to spasm around him.

“Fuck.” He rolls his hips as my orgasm swells through me like a wave, recedes, and rushes me once more. His cock jerks as his own climax hits, and his cum fills me in hot spurts. His muscles shake as his mouth lingers on mine, and I’m glad he’s quiet since all my defenses have deserted me.

Climbing off the couch, he takes my hand and leads me toward the bedroom. His gaze strays to the coffee table as we walk around it. He makes this sound in his throat, an easy grin breaking on his face.

“What?” I ask.

He bites his lip as his attention falls on me. Grabbing my waist, he pulls me against him. His chest is hard against my back, expanding and shrinking with each breath. “I was thinking that this table probably won’t support our weight like the one in the hotel room in Vegas. Do you remember that, Angel? The way you looked on all fours while you stared at me over your shoulder and asked me to do filthy things to you was fucking beautiful.”

“I-I remember.” My breath catches, and though we’ve just had sex another wave of arousal hits me as his big hands frame my ass. “Did we... go all the way?”

His chest vibrates with a rough growl as he kisses my neck. “No. We didn’t have any lube, and as wet as you were and as much as you begged, I didn’t want to risk hurting you by going in dry.”

“I begged?” And yet my body responds to the idea of feeling him everywhere, of surrendering every part of me to him in a way that makes it hard to imagine I didn’t.

“Trust me. You were hard to say no to when all I wanted to do was mark every inch of your body as mine,” he tells me. “And I will, Angel. In time. When you’re ready to beg me again. When you decide you want to be mine as much as I hope you will.”

I almost whimper at his words. Wanting to be with him isn’t the problem. The hollow chambers in my heart are starting to fill with him. The ache of them is slowly easing. But I can’t pretend the future doesn’t fill me with fear and that my past doesn’t remind me how this will end.

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