Page 117 of Thorns of Love
For a moment, we just watched each other. His mouth was barely an inch from mine. His minty breath mixed with citrus and sandalwood, clouding all my senses. The tip of his tongue traced the corner of my lips, licking a trail over my cheek and to my ear.
“Ready to be fucked, Wife?” he whispered darkly into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed. I’d been born ready for him, but he swallowed those words as his mouth latched on to mine. His hot skin seared mine, my nipples hardening under his touch.
A shiver rolled through me and my heart thundered wildly.
He walked us into the shower, the water trickling down our bodies like rain. He pressed me against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist and he captured a nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked, while his hands kneaded my other breast. Then he switched, giving his mouth to the other. My hips rolled against him and with each arch of my back, the tip of his hard cock brushed against my hot, greedy entrance.
My pussy clenched, a pulse throbbing between my legs. “Please,” I begged, feeling his hard length against my entrance.
In one powerful thrust, he pushed deep inside me, filling me to the hilt. I moaned. He groaned. His hand slipped between our bodies, tracing down my pussy until he found my clit. He circled it, again and again. My eyes rolled back into my head. I arched my back, my nipples brushing against his chest.
“Fuck. You take my cock so good,moya luna,” he praised, my thighs quivering. He lowered his gaze, looking down at where we were connected. “I love seeing my cock disappear into your pussy.”
His hold tightened on me, his fingers digging into my ass. Our heartbeats thundered as one. He gripped my hips, grinding them harder against him and making me bounce with each slam against his length. He filled me so perfectly.
Bobbing me on his erection, I held on to him like he was my lifeline. No, not like. Hewasmy lifeline. His gaze trailed over my breasts, the water cascading down over my pregnant belly and further down to where he slid in and out of me. His gaze caught fire watching as our bodies connected.
My moans grew with each thrust. His groans turned harsher, matching the force of his groin slapping against my flesh. The savage power of his hips as he rammed into me, pushed my pleasure higher.
“My dirty little wife.” His voice was like a velvet, his ruthless thrusts sending shudders through my body. “Your cunt is strangling my cock, greedy for more.”
My back arched against the tile as I thrashed against it. My core tingled. The world started to spin. My whimpers grew louder, my pants harder.
“Oh… God… Yes, yes, yes.” My walls clenched around his shaft as his rhythm took on a whole new level. He fucked me like he owned me. Scratch like. He did own me. My body, heart and soul. Just as I owned him.
“So close,” I moaned. Each thrust stretched me further, accommodating his hard length.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He strained, his speed increasing. My heartbeat roared in my ears as he hit that sweet spot. His rhythm turned animalistic, feral, uncontrollable, as he rammed inside me. Each thrust rattled my teeth and my insides.
“Ahhh… Illias… Oh, fuck.” I screamed as the pleasure detonated. I came so hard that spots swam in my vision. My husband powered into me, over and over again, fucking me through my orgasm so that, just as I reached my peak, another one rolled right behind it. He drove into me with such force that I was certain I was falling apart.
Our gazes met. His sparked like black diamonds, the lust and love in his gaze mirroring my own.
He crashed his mouth to my lips, plunging his tongue inside. He swallowed my moans and with a punishing last thrust, he spilled inside me.
My hands wrapped around him, I buried my face into my husband’s neck. Our breathing harsh and our hearts beating as one, we remained like that as the water showered down our bodies. This was heaven. This was happiness. This was–
“Thorns of love,” he muttered, breathing heavily. I shifted to seek out his gaze, furrowing my brows.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“The two of us fit perfectly together, like roses and thorns,” he explained softly as he slowly lowered me to my feet, then started to lather my body. “It has to be the thorns of love.”
I smiled softly. “I like that, Husband.”
The two of us were bound by thorns of love.
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Ten minutes later, after we washed each other's bodies, shampooed each other’s hair and rinsed off, we exited the shower.
He patted me dry with a soft towel, but I quickly took over.
Wrapping the towel around my breasts, I dried my husband down with a towel. I ran it down his broad back, down his waist and that perfect ass, all the way down to his calves. I stood up tall but before I turned him around, I pressed a kiss to his upper back, on his tattoo.
“See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil,” I murmured softly. I was starting to get the meaning of the tattoo. He didn’t like to talk about the lengths he went to protect.
