Page 91 of Love Me

Dragging my tongue over the curve of her hip and across her pelvis to repeat the same motion on the other side, she wiggles under me, trying to force me where she needs me the most. Face-to-face with her sweet pussy, I slide my palm down across her pelvis and over the light tuft of hair there, and I slowly drag my middle finger through her slick folds until I get to her center, wetness dripping out of her and onto the bed. I circle her entrance lightly before dipping in and out, torturously slow.

“Liiiiiaaaaaam,” she moans, eliciting a grin from me, I’ll never get used to how responsive her body is. I want to give it attention every moment of every day, always wanting to make her feel good. And now that I know Hannah loves me, I plan to do just that.

I plunge my fingers deep, finding that spot that makes her wild, and use my mouth to suck on her throbbing clit until her orgasm makes her body shake, and my name echo off the walls.After her body has come down, she lays there languidly, blissed-out, legs open wide for my big body to settle between them. Sitting up on my knees, I grab her hips and hoist her ass into my lap, her back still lying flat on the bed, and run my cock through her overly sensitive lips.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. But I need to get a condom, baby, ’cause I’m not pulling out.”

She grabs my wrist, using my body to lift herself up on top of me, straddling my thighs. Reaching between us, she grabs my hard dick in her fist, lining it up with her center. Her eyes are hazy and heavily lidded, but she’s coherent, so I hope she knows what she’s doing.

“No condom. I want to feel you.”

I hold her hips firmly, only letting her hover over me, just the tip of my dick rubbing against her entrance.

“Don’t want anything between us, wife? You want to feel your husband’s bare cock fill up your pussy?”

“God, Liam, when you talk like that . . .”

“Say it, my pretty wife. Tell me you want your husband’s bare cock.”

“Yes! I need it. I want my husband’s bare cock inside me. Nothing between us.”

I slam her down onto me, impaling her on my hard dick. She doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing onto my shoulders and riding me hard.

“Jesus, fuck. You feel so goddamn good,” I praise her, running my hands all over her soft skin, pulling her body close as she grinds her pussy against me. She stays seated, rocking back and forth hard, popping her hips out and changing up the motions, moving however it feels natural. I love that she’s using me to figure out what she likes, I want her to explore, to let go and be wanton and lost to the feeling we’re giving each other.

“God, it’s building again, I’m going to come, Liam. Fuck!”

“Who’s making love to you right now, Hannah? Say it. Let me hear it.”

“My husband.”

“That’s right, wife. Your husband. The only man that’ll ever get to make you feel this good, who will ever know what it’s like to fill you and have all of you.” I thrust hard into her. “Your mind.” Thrust. “Your heart.” Thrust. “Your body.” Thrust. “All of you belongs to me.”

“Yes! I love you, Liam. I love you so much it feels like my heart could claw its way out of my chest to get to yours.”

“We’re a part of each other, baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You and me?”

“You and me.”

After sucking my fingers into my mouth, I slip my hand between us, finding her clit and circling, it’s only another minute before her pussy is clamping down around my cock, choking the shit out of it as she comes again.

“Shit, baby, you’re gonna makemecome. You’re so damn tight.”

“Ahh!” Her moan is louder than it can be for such a small apartment, so I grab her around the neck, jerking her mouth to meet mine and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She continues to ride out her climax as I swallow each of her moans, my orgasm rapidly approaching. Just as she relaxes against my chest, I thrust up into her once. Twice. Three more times, before I’m filling her pussy with my cum for the first time. My balls draw up, my cock throbbing violently inside her, her walls fluttering from aftershocks around me and prolonging my orgasm. Coming inside her feels fucking incredible. My forehead rests on hers, sharing air as I unload.

“Hannah. Fuuuuuuck.”

Her hands reach up, holding my facebetween them, forcing me to look at her. Our breaths are coming in hard pants, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, but she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now.

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you, wife.”

Flipping her onto her back, I drive back inside her and spend the rest of the time we have reminding her who she belongs to and how good it feels to be truly wanted.

CHAPTER 30

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