Page 167 of From Best Friend to Bride
I wanted to watch as he fell apart because of me, and looking down at him while he did that could only make it better.
I positioned my hands either side of his head, and he reached between us, holding his cock still. I rocked for a moment, then eased myself down, shivering at the tenderness inside me.
Fred let out a long groan and grabbed my hips, pushing himself deeper. He adjusted his legs, but I kicked my foot against his thigh, forcing him to stop.
“Why do you get all the fun?” I whispered.
He froze.
I reached back and grabbed his hands one by one, linking our fingers, and pinned them on the bed by his head. His eyes widened briefly, but his cock got harder inside me, and I smiled.
“My turn.” I kissed him, and he relented, falling into my pace as I began to move my hips. I had no idea how long I could keep this up for, but I couldn’t let him have all the power.
I needed the upper hand.
If only for a few minutes.
Just to see what I could do to him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in time with mine. “Shit, Deli. Don’t you dare stop.”
He broke free of my grip on him and clamped down on my body, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other cradling the back of my head. He held me tightly without taking over the pace, and just when I thought I could no longer take it, I pulled out the last trick in my arsenal.
I squeezed his cock as tightly as I could, and he grunted. Instinct took over, and as I moaned into his mouth, he thrust into me rapidly, groaning my name.
It was the sweetest sound in the world.
“Come,” I whispered through my laboured breaths. “Come inside me, Fred. Now. Let me feel you.”
“Fuck.” He kissed me hard and buried his cock deeply inside me, and a gentle warmth spread through me as his cock twitched its way through his orgasm. “Deli,” he murmured. “Oh, my God.Fuck.”
I collapsed against him, resting my head alongside his. His tight grip loosened, and he cradled me almost reverently, his hot exhales like a balm against my sweaty skin. I inched side to side to stretch my legs out and just… lay on top of him.
Exhausted.
Satiated.
Feeling more whole than I ever had before.
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FRED
Pure, unadulterated exhilaration flowed through my veins.
Deli was lying here in my arms, her heart pounding against my chest, her breath tickling across my shoulder as she moved her head slightly.
This felt like home.
Like something I didn’t know I was missing was slotting into a place reserved just for it.
I had never been so comfortable in my life. What we’d just done hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of all the ways I’d imagined being with her, but my heart had never felt so peaceful.
It was completely unlike the storm that’d brewed when she asked me to let her leave. To end our marriage. To walk away from me.
I’d fallen from trees. I’d broken bones. I’d had a cow stomp on my foot. I’d cut myself more than once.
But nothing,nothing, had hurt as much as hearing those words from her mouth.
