Page 108 of Just (Fake) Married
I braced one hand on the back of her thigh, right behind her knee and got up on my knees. My other hand I put around her throat. Not tight. Not hard.
Apparently, from the way she reacted, just enough.
She exploded against me, her pussy clenched hard around my cock. It could have been a second. It could have been twenty minutes, I had no idea. But when she finally came back to her body, replete and boneless, I pushed both her legs up and wide, watching my cock disappear into her body. She was so wet it was all over my thighs.
I wanted more. I wanted all of it.
I tried to wrestle control over my orgasm, but she reached up and touched my face, her thumb sliding over my lips. I sucked her thumb into my mouth and met her eyes.
“Come,” she whispered. “I want to see you come.”
All my control was gone. The words weren’t even out of her mouth and the orgasm had me by its teeth. I was powerless against her command and my body took over.
It was, without a doubt, the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I could in fact say, that anything before this couldn’t even be called sex.
This…us…we were something else.
I collapsed, trying to keep my weight off of her, but she wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, and I felt the shake and tremble of her body. I looked up, worried she might be crying. Was I too rough? That neck thing? Too much?
But she was laughing. Wiping tears from her eyes. “We are so good at this!” she cried.
“We really are,” I said, and fell over on my side. I landed on the vibrator and pulled it out from under my ass. “That was pretty awesome.”
“I would never…” she shook her head, wiping tears out from under her eyes. “I would never have done thatwithsomeone.”
I leaned over and pressed a big sucking kiss on her neck and her shoulder. And then I stood up and headed to the bathroomto take care of the condom and get her a glass of water and a washcloth.
I half expected her to be gone again when I came back. All that wild intimacy, shoved down and hidden as she ran out of the room without eye contact. But she was right where I left her. Limp and sprawled across the bed.
I drank half the glass of water and set the rest of it on the table, and then I pressed the washcloth between her legs. She sighed and closed her legs around my hand and the warm wash cloth.
“That feels good,” she said. She rolled her head to look at me. “Is there more wine?” she asked. I nodded and brushed some hair off her forehead. I wanted to take care of her. This tough, smart, funny woman who took care of everyone else.
“Drink the water,” I told her. “And I’ll pour you some wine.”
I put the water in her hand and she sat up so it didn’t spill everywhere. I went back to the desk to pour us each a glass of wine. When I came back to the bed, she turned herself around so she was sitting with her back to the headboard. She still held the wash cloth between her legs.
I handed her the wine glasses and went back to throw another log on the fire.
I turned back and she was watching me with such feminine appreciation, that my cock, exhausted a second ago, noticed and wanted an encore. I ran my hand over it, like I could teach it some manners and she watched that too.
“Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to be flat on your back again.”
She removed the washcloth and put it on the bedside table. She took a sip of wine and got up on her knees. “I think it’s your turn to be flat on your back,” she said.
I wasn’t about to argue. She could have me any way she wanted me.
TWENTY-SIX
HARMONY
Ugh.Who was calling? I lifted my head and a pillow fell off the bed. I nearly fell off the bed. I was sleeping...sideways? Where the fuck was I?
“Hello,” Ethan said.
Oh. I fell asleep in his bed. That hadn’t really been the plan, but I’d been fucked boneless, and in the middle of the night I’d told myself I would leave when I could walk again. But I fell asleep in a bed that smelled like Ethan, instead.
