Page 84 of The Fake Husband Play
Fuck, I’m in…so deep, moving faster, my thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel the wave building, pressure coiling low in my gut.
Then Elly calls my name as her pussy locks around me again, and I’m gone. I bury myself as deep as I can get in her sweetness and let go, my cock throbbing as I come inside her with a cry I muffle as best I can in the mattress beside her head.
But fuck, it’s so intense, an almost feral bliss that lifts me up and turns me inside out, shaking me between its jaws before it’s done with me.
Finally, when I’m capable of controlling my limbs again, I press a kiss to her temple and pull out, collapsing beside her.
“We’re messy,” she murmurs as I draw her close. “Especially me.”
“Don’t care,” I say, cuddling her to my side. “I like being messy with you. Slide that sexy thigh over mine and let me feel all the mess in that sweet pussy.”
She lets out a soft laugh. “Ew.”
“Too gross?” I ask, smiling at the ceiling, feeling just right with her beside me, mess and all.
“No. Just gross enough.” She kisses my chest before adding in a softer voice, “That was so good. I’ve never been so…honest. About what I want. Thanks for making it so easy.”
I turn, meeting her gaze as she pushes up on one arm. “I always want to make it easy, baby. And I always want to give you what you want.”
She sighs, uncertainty flickering across her face. “How is this possible? That it’s so easy? So fast?”
The question reminds me… “I never told you what Mama said on her way out. She said we were ‘well found.’ It means we’re perfect for each other in French, but I sort of think ‘well found’ is even better. It feels like this…like it was always out there, waiting for us. We just had to find each other.”
She nods slowly, the warmth in her eyes making it feel safe to say these kinds of things. And maybe, someday soon, to say what I want to say most.
To tell her that I’m in love with her and I never want to file those divorce papers.
“And what about the other?” she asks, nodding toward the base of the mattress. “Down on the bench. What did you say then?”
A grin bursts across my face. “Nah, I can’t. It’s better in French. And in the heat of the moment.”
Her eyes narrow as she shakes her head. “No fair. I’ll keep studying, but until I have more vocabulary, it isn’t fair to say things I can’t understand.”
I sigh, my grin fading as I confess, “I said some filthy stuff about how much I wanted you to eat your little cat until you screamed my name and drowned me in your juice.” Her eyes widen, and I hurry to add, “I promise, sounds way less crass in French.”
Her lips curve in a wicked grin. “I don’t think it sounds crass. Not even a little bit. I really like the little cat part.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s cute and filthy at the same time. Kind of like you.” She leans in, kissing me, slow and deep, until the afterglow becomes a fresh flame.
She shifts over me, easy and sure, and I groan as her little cat rubs against me, coaxing me back to life. She kisses me like we’ve got all night, like we didn’t just go hard the first round, and I fall even more completely under her spell.
“You sure you’re not sore?” I murmur, but she’s already reaching between us, wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking me into a full erection.
“I’m not. You?” she whispers against my jaw as she lines us up with a sensual roll of her hips.
I answer by gripping her ass and guiding her down onto my cock with one smooth, fluid motion that summons a soft groan from her throat.
This time is slower, less rushed. Languid, but no less consuming. She rocks against me with a rhythm that’s as honest and real as we are. I meet her thrust for thrust, cupping her face, worshiping her mouth with mine because every part of her is the sweetest, the best.
“Look at me, baby,” I say, voice ragged as we chase the edge together. “I want to see you when you come,chère.”
She gives me what I ask for without hesitation, her eyes wide, lips parted, one hand braced on my chest as she shatters for me with a beauty that’s instantly imprinted deep in my brain.
I follow her with a choked cry, my hands squeezing her ass, holding tight as I lose myself inside her again.
Afterward, we take the world’s fastest, most exhausted post-sex shower, and sag into bed, findingeach other beneath the covers again as we welcome the pull of sleep.
