Page 94 of Beached Wedding

I dropped my hand away, panting, and blinked my eyes open.

I wasn’t sure what I expected to see on his face, but beneath the lust, there was joy. Triumph. Love. It was the sweetest kick in the heart.

I melted onto him.

He kissed me and stroked me as if he’d been the one to deliver that orgasm. As if we’d been linked when it happened. As though we’d shared it.

“That was really sexy,” he told me as he rolled me beneath him. He kissed along my hairline and into my neck and I feathered my fingertips down his spine and crooked one knee up, inviting him in.

“Condom?” he asked.

“I have an IUD.” And I’d had a full physical before getting it. And yes, maybe that was yet another sign I hadn’t been committed to the life I had thought I was starting with Shane. Much as I loved Fliss, she was the result of one forgotten pill. When I got pregnant, it would be because I was ready to be a mother.

“Really? I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was checked, but I always wear condoms. I don’t know how long I’ll last without one.”

“I’ll risk it.” I smiled against his chin.

He levered himself onto one elbow, looking down between us as he guided the leaking tip of his cock to my slick, aching center. And finally,finally, he was pressing into me.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I groaned, clamping my legs around him, encouraging the steely intrusion as he withdrew slightly before sinking deeper. I gripped him hard with my inner muscles, wanting to keep him forever.

“Keep telling me that,” he said, trailing his lips across the line of my jaw. “Communication is key during sex. Or so I was told.”

After a stunned second, I remembered he was quoting Inga and burst out laughing. He had to cage me with his big body andsettle his weight heavily on my hips to keep us joined. We went back to kissing, but kept chuckling, calming, then falling into a fresh fit of giggles.

“Why did yousaythat?” I asked, running my hands over him, still snickering.

“So I wouldn’t fucking explode. You feel really fucking great, Ash. I want to fuck you so hard.”

An earthy groan left me. I cradled his strong-boned face in my hands and met the dance of lusty amusement in his eyes. “Do it.”

Now he made a noise that was distinctly uncivilized and kissed me again, deep and filthy with lots of tongue. When he started to move, I felt it like taut violin strings that rang notes of pleasure with each measured withdrawal and return. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. How powerful.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned throatily.

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“Don’t stop. It feelssogood. Oh,fuck.”

He kept moving, deep and hard, like he was making me his.

It was incredible. I wanted him to hurry up and finish me yet keep me right here forever, subjecting me to this insanely gratifying, lascivious act.

His tempo picked up. Our flesh was slapping and I made noises that I hoped he realized were approval, even though I sounded pretty tortured. A wild flush of heat washed over me. The prickling tingles of climax neared. My pussy felt so swollen and overstimulated, I thought I’d burst.

“Harder.” I could hardly speak. “Please. Oh God, Fox?—”

He rose onto his knees and dragged my hips into his lap and slammed into me. The new angle and the sharp impact were enough to cause a deep contraction within me. Release hit, one that had me opening my mouth in a broken cry, unable to bear how good it was.

“I’m coming,” he bit out, swearing and pounding into me. “Ash!” His ragged noises joined mine as he pulsed hotly inside me.

FOX

Ihad a nagging sense I should be thinking about our future. Something constructive. But I was too blissed out.

“Bloody oath, we’re good together,” I said through lips that still felt numb.

“You are,” Ash murmured sleepily. “I’ve nev— Never mind.”

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