Page 49 of Sweet Retribution

My heart melts into a puddle. It isn’t a declaration of love. I know better than to ever expect that from him. He hasn’t broken our flimsy marriage vows. He hasn’t broken down and called up the women he’d promised me he wouldn’t.

He could be lying. I wouldn’t trust any other man. Stone, however, I do trust. I trust him with my body, and with my heart, even if it’s a foolish thing to do.

I swallow the emotions stuck in my throat and hook my ankles behind his back, arching my hips to his cock. In one swift move, he enters me.

I gasp as my body jolts toward the headboard. I clutch at his shoulders as he thrusts in and out, not being gentle, but not hurting me either.

“Stone,” I call out.

I open my eyes, his face inches from mine, and I see him staring at me with raw intensity. I bite down on my lip to avoid screaming too much and his gaze drops to my mouth. He licks his lips as he fills me, then withdraws, then fills me again. I think he’s going to kiss me but he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.

He grips my thighs and pulls me up so I’m on my hands and knees, and presses a hand on my lower back as he rams into me from behind.

“Oh, God!” My head bangs against the headboard but I don’t feel the pain.

Stone takes his other hand and pinches my clit as he continues to fuck me from behind. I’m not a prude, but I don’t use the word as much as he does. What he’s doing to me right now, is pure fucking.

I’m turned on by the power of him riding me, of the slight pain I feel, of the orgasm budding inside of me again. I tilt my head back as it rips through me with more force than I’ve ever experienced.

Stone grips on to both hips and roughly brings me back into him, my head now protected from the headboard, as he hits me so deep I can feel him in my core.

“Fuck, Gia.” His head comes down to my shoulder and he bites me between my shoulder blades as he curses and calls out my name and fills me until he’s empty.

We’re sweating and gasping for air when he rolls off me, and we both collapse. My face is buried in the pillow but I feel when he finally gets out of bed. I get my emotions in check and brace myself for my walk of shame back to my bedroom.

I feel him next to me again. “Here.”

I roll over and take what I expect to be my T-shirt and shorts. I open my eyes and am surprised to see him holding out a warm washcloth and a dry towel.

“Thank you,” I say shyly. I clean myself and plan on bringing the towels with me on my way out, but he takes them from me and tosses them to the floor. He climbs into bed and pulls the covers over our naked bodies.

“You’ll need to rest. I’m done with you yet, Gia.”

Shivers run through my body. Partly because of the heated promise in his words and the knowledge that more orgasms are in my future, but mostly because he wants me to stay in his bed.

I expect him to roll over, but he does the unthinkable and reaches for me, pulling me into his side. I rest my head on his chest, and drape my arm across his stomach. I’m afraid to speak, afraid I’ll ruin the spell.

If I push, he’ll send me on my way. If I ask questions, he’ll close up. If I make a big deal of this, it’ll never happen again. Still, I can’t keep quiet.

“I really like your bed,” I say. “The sheets are really soft,” I add so he doesn’t think I’m expecting this to be a permanent thing.

“Not as soft as your ass.”

I snort, not expecting the comeback. I prop myself up on his chest and give him my best reprimanding frown. “Gee, you really know how to compliment a lady.”

“Your tits are pretty soft too.” The smile that escapes his mouth tells me he’s playing with me.

“I really, really like your smile. You should do that more often.”

“If you dothatmore often maybe I will.”

“Really?” I slide my body over his and cross my arms over his chest. “Whatthatare you referring to? You were the one doing all the work.”

“I like how you scream out my name.”

“Oh.”

“And how you rip the hair out of my head when I tongue-fuck you.”

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