Page 166 of From Best Friend to Bride
He nipped my neck and gripped my chin, sitting up slightly. “Look at me.”
I fluttered my eyes open.
He, in response, pulled back, and pushed his cock inside me until I’d taken him entirely. A gasp forced its way out of my lips, and I momentarily tensed up. He gritted his teeth, keeping his gaze locked on mine.
“If you do that, I’m going to come in a heartbeat,” he said gruffly, leaning down over me. Our lips came together, and I melted into his kiss. My body relaxed as my mind did, and he slowly began to move, rocking his cock inside me gently but deeply.
Sparks danced over my skin. It was utterly electrifying, and I was nothing more than a slave to the sensations that rolled through my body over and over. Goosebumps unlike anything I’d ever felt before prickled their way up and down my arms,extending to the back of my neck, even as a slick sheen of sweat coated my body.
I tightened my legs around his waist, locking my ankles, holding him closer to me. I wanted more—I wanted to feel more, breathe less, just ride this wave of closeness and intimacy with him.
He released my hands and forced me to release the vice-like grip I had around his waist. His large hands slid up my legs, and he forced them shut, tilting his head as he adjusted so both of my ankles were on his right shoulder.
Then, he looked me dead in the eye and thrust into me. I tilted my head back as his rougher movements in my tighter pussy sent heat through me. Desperately, I clawed and grasped at the sheets for some kind of stability, and Fred gripped my thigh with his free hand, holding me in place.
Mercy.
I was completely and utterly at his mercy, and I wanted nothing more than to stay here.
Even as the corners of my vision went fuzzy and my muscles tightened with the approach of my orgasm, I would have pleaded with him not to stop if I had it within me to form any words at all.
Sweet, hot pleasure washed through me, and Fred buried himself inside me, rocking me gently through it. The soft movements dragged it out, forcing wave after wave of gentle euphoria to roll over me, and I breathed heavily, reaching out for him.
“Did… Did you…”
He chuckled, lowering my legs. “We aren’t done yet, my pretty wife.”
Well.
Him calling me that with his cock inside me should be illegal.
Fred pulled out of me and kissed me roughly, then whispered, “Roll over.”
My heart thundered even more if it were possible, but I did as he said and flipped over onto my belly. He palmed my arse as if he wanted me to raise it, so I somehow forced myself onto my knees, leaving my head on the bed.
If I had to use my arms, I would die.
I peeked back over my shoulder. He had his cock in his hand, and he put one foot on the bed, and used his other hand to spread my arse cheek. He stared at me for a moment, then pushed inside me, and I cried out.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
He hissed out a breath, and I buried my face in my forearms, my still-sensitive pussy tightening around him. This angle was different, deeper, more intense, and as he gripped my hips and moved so quickly that the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, I lost it quicker than I ever thought possible.
He didn’t stop this time, though.
He kept going, even as I cried out over and over, and I had no idea if it was just one long orgasm or a series of small ones ricocheting through my being. All I knew was that it was the most incredible feeling, and I wanted to cry because it was so overwhelming.
“Fred… P-please,” I breathed, arching my back. “I can’t—”
“Just a little longer,” he said, slowly pulling out of me. He lay beside me on the bed and pulled me into his arms, kissing me gently. His tongue tangled against mine, and I ran my hand up his body to his neck, cradling the side of it.
It was slow and easy, like a kiss we were always meant to share.
“Get on top of me,” he murmured against my mouth. “I need more, Deli. So fucking bad.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
After all, I hadn’t seen the thing I wanted to.
