Page 71 of Choosing the right Man

He grabs me, kissing me hard as we fall to the bed, me on top of him. His tongue traces the outline of my lips before retreating. He takes his time, teasing me, before trailing his mouth down my jaw and the side of my neck, his teeth scraping my skin, making me squirm.

I might’ve demanded the first kiss but now he’s taking over — and it’s exactly what I need. Only Mason knows how to make my body sing. He’s perfected it over the past two years we’ve been together. Sometimes, it scares me how much I want him — how much power he wields over me. He continues teasing me, and I begin moving my hips, rubbing up against him, making the ache inside me grow.

He pulls back, his fingers twisting in my hair, so I look up at him. The fire in his eyes makes my stomach quiver. His fingers whisper down my sides before he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off. Our clothes need to be gone. He lifts me off of him, and lays me on the bed, then hovers over me as he unhooks my bra and tosses it away.

In seconds, both of us are naked, and he finally covers my body with his; the feel of his hot skin sliding against mine is exactly what I need. I’m addicted to this man.

“I always want you,” he tells me as he pushes against me, not sliding inside yet, but letting me feel the power of his desire. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, this need to make you mine, this need for us to be one. Pleasure comes and goes, but I wantto possess you, own you, pleasure you. You’re mine, Chloe, mine for always.”

As I look at the man I love so much, I know I’ve made the right decision. He’s mine, and I’m his. No one will ever come between us. As he lays against me, I forget the rest of the world exists. I forget everyone and everything but this man. We gaze at each other for several moments, both of us lost in each other. It’s a good place to be.

Finally he takes my lips again, devouring my mouth, all teasing forgotten as he tugs on my hair, consuming me. We’re closer than we’ve ever been, and still, it isn’t close enough. I can’t get enough of him. I need more; I want more; I must have it all.

He flexes his hips, letting his thick length rub against my wet folds, making me whimper against his mouth as he teases me, bringing me higher and higher without giving me the final push toward release.

He shifts as he kisses his way down my jaw before sucking the skin of my neck. I wiggle beneath him. His hands slide down the sides of my body, burning me with every single touch.

“More,” I demand, my voice unrecognizable.

“I’ll give you everything,” he replies before his lips close over one of my sensitive nipples, causing a guttural groan to escape me as I cry out his name.

He holds the weight of my breasts in his palms as his tongue circles my nipples, wetting them before sucking and nibbling their textured peaks. He does this over and over again until my body is one big mass of pleasure.

“I want you inside me,” I beg. I need to come, need to do it with our bodies entwined, with his lips on mine.

He crawls up my body, his fingers once again winding into my hair as I look into his eyes. He grips my hip, and I wrap my legs around him, sighing against his mouth. He leans down andsinks his tongue into my mouth at the same time as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me.

I cry out, fully opening to him as he pulls out and slides back in. His tongue mimics the movements of his hips, and I hold on while he builds my pleasure, his movements growing faster as he loses control. I tighten around him as he thrusts in and out, taking my body, owning it. I break our kiss, and my head falls back, my body exploding as I squeeze him hard with a beautiful release that keeps going and going.

My thighs tighten against his hips, my core clenching his beautiful, hard dick, and I cry out, the orgasm seeming to never end. He lets himself go, calling out my name as he shares a release with me, his body shaking with the force of his pleasure.

His fingers tighten on my hip, squeezing as he buries his face in my neck. It takes a long time for us to float back to reality. We’re covered in sweat, and I’m home with him buried deep within me.

“It feels different being married. It’s spectacular,” I say. “I get why wars have started over sex. I get why so many people are obsessed with having it. I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he tells me with a chuckle. And then all humor fades as he leans back to really look at me. He cups my cheek. I adore this man.

“It’s rarely like this, Chloe. What we have is special,” he says, making sure I can see how serious he is.

“Let’s always make sure it stays like this,” I beg. I know how much it hurts to have something like this and lose it.

“I can do that,” he promises. This is our wedding night, full of magic and dreams.

I look at him, and can’t stop smiling. Then he rises, making me whimper at the loss of him buried deep within me. But he doesn’t leave me for long. He lifts me, kissing me hard as he moves to the bathroom and heads straight to the shower,turning both jets on, then stepping beneath the spray as soon as it’s the right temperature.

“Let’s see what we can do in here,” he says, before turning my body around and placing my hands on the wall. He grabs my hips and presses against me. He then reaches up and aims one of the lower jet nozzles at my core, and I cry out as he slams inside me. I come fast, my breath exploding from me, leaving me shaking in front of him.

“We have all night, all week, and all of the rest of our lives,” he says. “I never want to stop feeling this.”

I’m delirious as I nod at him, willing to agree with anything he says as long as we don’t stop making love.

I never get into the beautiful lingerie, but that’s okay, I’ll wear it later. We spend the night making love, eating, making love again, snoozing a little, and making love again. Neither of us are able to get enough of each other. Exchanging vows in that church made our relationship much more special than it ever was. He isn’t just my boyfriend... he’s my husband now.

“I love you, my husband.” I hear how the word sounds on my tongue. It seems foreign and makes me giggle.

The passion in his eyes as he looks at me takes the laughter from my voice. It sobers me right up. I want him to look at me like this forever. I can’t imagine anything that will make him stop.

“You’ll always be mine, my wife,” he says, his words a promise.

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