Page 97 of Victorious: Part 2
“Oh God, Phoenix,” I whimper.
His calloused fingers dig into my hips while he moves me upand down on top of him. He’s taking me to a euphoric high as I ride him torturously slowly, savoring every ounce of him I can while still being tender and mindful that this is my first time.
Even though this is slow and gentle, I don’t mind. We have the rest of our lives to experience every other kind of sex. I’m so lucky I have the type of husband who’s willing to take things slow and easy with me for my first time. It’s only heightening the experience, and it makes our connection stronger.
Riding him, knowing we said our vows to each other only a few hours ago, makes this all the more pleasurable.
Phoenix thrusts up into me deeper as his hand skims across from my hip down between my legs. His thumb presses on my clit, and I gasp at the new heightened pleasure. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as I ride him a little faster, needing to get to the precipice. The muffled moans and deep, heavy breathing fill the room when he presses on my clit, swirling slowly, forcing a rapid heat to fill my veins.
I move my hips on top of him a little faster, trying to get the right friction. We both pant with need while he circles faster as my nails dig into his chest. He groans, pressing firmly on my clit, which sends a jolt right through my core. My muscles tighten, and my eyes shut. My skin flames red hot, and a shudder rolls through my body.
He presses again, this time roughly on my clit, and I gasp as a jolt of electricity sparks all the atoms in my body. It trembles so much that I feel like jelly, and I moan out loud, not caring if the people in the room next door can hear. Phoenix moans, thrusting up deep inside me.
My entire being ignites. Everything tingles, and my soul shatters in a mind-blasting orgasm as I ride him hard, firmly pressing down on his cock. He jolts as he groans, his fingers digging into my hips while he helps me ride out my climax. My body melts, and I lose all function, my body slipping down ontop of him. My head falls forward, my lips crashing to his in a lazy kiss as I somehow slowly continue to move my hips in time with his.
His hands grip my ass as he pulls me on and off him, trying to reach his own peak. Our tongues lazily massage each other’s as he kisses me back, and he begins to jerk. His cock twitches inside me, and he groans, thrusting up once more, which makes me moan. Phoenix’s fingers grip hard, and he unloads inside the condom with an intense throaty groan.
Our bodies are slick with perspiration as we both continue to kiss each other slowly and passionately. Frantic breaths stream from our noses when our movements finally stop. His hands slide up my back as he pulls me into an embrace and holds me to him. Slowly, I pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his and looking into his bright blue eyes as we both pant harshly from the exertion.
And as our breathing slows and the world fades to nothing but the sound of our hearts, I know this wasn’t just sex.
It waseverything.
Phoenix grips my hips, flipping us over. My back is on the bed with him lying over me. He doesn’t rush to pull away but stays inside me for a while, catching his breath, his hand brushing back my hair as we simply stare at each other.
Justmagical.
Then he kisses me gently, his lips press against every part of my face, my forehead, my temples, the tip of my nose, like he’s trying to memorize me all over again. When he finally slips out of me, he does it with care, murmuring quiet apologies even though there’s nothing to be sorry for.
He vanishes into the bathroom, and the unmistakable sound of water running catches my attention. A minute later, he returns with a washcloth and kneels between my legs like I’m something sacred.
“This might be a little cold,” he murmurs gently.
But it isn’t.
I can’t help but smile at my husband taking care of me. The cloth is warm and comforting as he cleans me up, soft and slow and full of love. His brows are furrowed in concentration, his touch reverent. He even presses a kiss to the inside of my knee when he’s done, then tosses the cloth into the corner and climbs into bed beside me.
He pulls the sheets up around us and immediately draws me into his arms, wrapping his entire body around mine as if he’s shielding me from the world.
“You okay, baby?”
I nod, my voice a soft hum. “That was…everything.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “You were incredible. Every part of you. I won’t ever forget a single second of this night.”
My heart flutters. The exhaustion mixed with the lingering buzz of alcohol and the warmth of his arms makes me feel wrecked and relaxed all at once. He holds me as though I’m something rare, something worth protecting, even if he knows I could burn the world down.
We lie in silence, the air heavy with satisfaction, the soft sound of our breathing syncing back into rhythm. My fingers lazily trace the line of tattoos on his chest while he strokes patterns across my back.
Just as I’m drifting off, something soft and heavy thumps onto the foot of the bed.
Dracula.
The cat lets out a quiet meow, then curls up against Phoenix’s calf like it’s his designated spot.
“Shit!” Phoenix chuckles, dragging a hand over his clearly exhausted face. “I forgot he was even in the room.”
I giggle, nuzzling closer. “At least he didn’t interrupt.”
