Page 221 of Check & Chase
When I sink down onto his cock, a low, broken sound slips from both of us. He fills me completely, stretching me just right. I pause, adjusting to the fullness, my palms braced on his chest as he lets out a sharp breath.
“Fuck, Em,” he groans, his head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
I start to move slowly, rocking my hips to grind against him. The friction builds fast, and I can feel him trying not to buck up beneath me, his wrists pulling at the blindfold tied above his head.
I reach between us, fingers pressing tight circles against my clit. His eyes snap open and lock onto mine.
“That’s it,” he pants. “Let go for me, baby. Let me see you come.”
The climax builds fast, curling low in my belly. I’m almost there when I feel it—a jolt through his arms, the sudden snap of fabric giving way.
“Hey—!” I gasp, but I don’t get the rest out before his hands are on my hips, flipping us over, careful but quick.
I blink up at him, stunned. “You got out?”
He grins down at me, breathless and smug. “Hell yeah I did. That thing was never holding me, baby. I was just giving you your moment.”
Then he begins to move, driving deep and hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. Every stroke hits just right—so good it blurs the line between pleasure and pain. My fingers claw at his back, nails digging into his skin as I gasp against his shoulder.
The orgasm hits me hard. It’s nothing like the first one. This one is sudden and intense. My whole body clenches before a hot rush of wetness pours out of me, soaking both of us.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, burying my face in my hands. “Did I just…”
He catches my wrists, pulling them away, and grins down at me.
“Yeah, baby. You just squirted all over my cock. For the second time now.”
He kisses me fiercely as he starts moving again, this time chasing his own release until he comes with a deep, guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me.
We stay like that for a while—his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathless and trembling, hearts still racing.
Eventually, he eases down beside me, curling his arm around my waist and tugging me close.
He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You okay?”
I hum, nuzzling into his chest. “More than okay.”
He holds me close, warm and solid. The chaos of the day fades into the background, and I feel it—the peace that only comes when you’re right where you’re supposed to be.
“I love you, my beautiful wife.”
“I love you too.”
Neither of us speaks after that. We don’t need to. There’s only the sound of the ocean outside, and the rhythm of our breathing slowly syncing again.
I still have one more surprise before we go to sleep, though.
“Hey baby?” I murmur.
“Yes, Mrs. Mitchell?” he responds sleepily.
I slip out of bed, ignoring his disappointed whimper at the loss of contact.
“Close your eyes,” I instruct, moving to my small bag in the corner. “I have one more surprise.”
“More surprises?” he questions, but closes his eyes. “Haven’t we had enough of those to last a lifetime?”
“One more,” I promise, retrieving the small item I’d hidden so carefully. My heart pounds as I return to the bed, placing the object in his outstretched hand. “Okay, open.”
