Page 65 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Yes," I murmur, "Yes, yes—"
He slips his hand between us, thrusts two thick fingers inside my melting channel.Oh, my god!I pant, rolling my head back against the wall. He adds a third finger and I moan. He works his digits in and out of me, in and out, and my entire body shudders. "Edward, oh, my god, Ed."
He kisses his way up my throat, nips on my chin, then closes his mouth over mine again. All the time he’s working my pussy, sawing in and out of me, wet, squelching noises filling the space. Heat flushes my skin as I realize that’s me… It’s my sopping pussy that’s causing that filthy sound. And that only turns me on even more. I pant into his mouth, share his breath, as he thrusts his fingers inside of me. He pulls out, only to cram his fingers back in me with such force that my body bucks. The climax crashes over me. I curve my spine, throw my head back and scream… At least, I think I must have, but he absorbs every last sound.
He pulls his fingers out of me. I hear the clink of his belt buckle, the rasp of the zipper being lowered, then he lines himself up with my entrance. He thrusts forward, burying himself inside of me, and I gasp. Too much, too full; there’s so much of him. "Edward," I moan, “Ed, pleas—"
"Shh." He stays there, stretching me, throbbing inside of me, allowing me to adjust to his girth. As if that were possible.
"Why do you feel bigger than before?" I whisper. "What have you been doing with yourself?"
"If you mean, did I masturbate while I was away, the answer is no."
"Wait…" I blink. "What? You didn’t?"
He shakes his head. "How could I? When all I wanted was to feel your cunt—" he tilts his hips and pushes into me, "gripping my dick." He pulls out, then propels forward, burying himself to the hilt again. I moan. "When all I wanted to hear was the sound of your voice crying out for release." He slides his fingers behind to cup my butt, then drags the tip of his finger against my backhole, "When all I wanted to feel was you writhing against me."
Heat flushes my skin; my belly flip flops. He eases his digit inside my puckered hole. A moan slips from my lips. His dick thickens inside of me and I gasp. I clamp down on his cock and a groan rumbles up his throat.
"You’re killing me, Eve."
He begins to fuck me in earnest. In-out-in, he nails me against the wall, and I am helpless, and turned on, and melting inside. I dig my fingers into his broad shoulders, feel the flex of his muscles as he rams into me again and again. His big body shudders, the planes of his back ripple, and hell, if that doesn’t turn me on even more. I clench my thighs about his waist. He places his palm behind my head to cushion it, then tilts his hips and lunges forward. He hits a spot deep inside of me, one I didn’t even know existed. The climax sweeps out from my core, shudders up my spine. "Ed, I’m—"
"Come with me," he rasps. "Come with me, Eve."
His entire body seems to tremble, then a groan rips from him. His dick pulses inside me and he buries his head in my neck as he shoots warm jets of cum inside me. My climax crashes over me and sparks flutter behind my eyes. I stay there, surrounded by him, engulfed in his masculinity, as the aftershocks grip me. He raises his head, kisses my mouth, my closed eyes, "You, okay?" he murmurs as he holds me close.
I nod, try to open my eyes, but it’s like they are weighted down.
"Ed," I force my eyes open, "the studio. Why is there a studio in this space?"
"It’s the reason I bought the place."
"I… I don’t understand."
"When I was away from you, I knew when I came back, I’d do my best to make things up to you. Sinner helped me reach out to a few real estate agents about the kind of place I wanted to buy. This one just happened to be on the market, and when I read the details, I knew it was perfect.
"Because of the studio?"
"Because I knew you’d love to have a space of your own to work out and dance in." He swallows. "Because I want you to have a space where you can let go…in your own home."
"Oh." I swallow. "You remembered?"
"I remember everything, Eve. How you wrinkle your nose when you’re unsure about something. How you move your hips when you dance. How you screw up your eyes when you smile."
"I don’t screw up my eyes," I yawn and my eyes water.
He chuckles, "I think I wore you out."
"I’m just recovering from what happened yesterday."
His jaw hardens. "I’ll never let anything happen to you, Eve. You have to believe that."
I glance into his amber eyes, and somehow, I believe him. This man... He’d take a bullet for me… Correction, he already took a bullet for me.
"I know." I rub my cheek against his chest. "I believe you, Ed."
He winds his arms around me and the familiar scent of cut grass envelops me. My muscles relax and my eyelids flutter down.
