Page 99 of Pucking My Grumpy Accidental Husband
"Come for me again, baby," I growl against her. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."
Her second orgasm is even more intense, her body shaking as she comes with a broken cry of my name. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high.
"Your turn," she says breathlessly, pushing me back on the couch. "I need you inside me. Now."
She straddles me, her hand wrapping around my cock as she positions herself above me. The head slides through her wetness, and we both groan at the contact.
"Tessa," I warn, my hands gripping her hips. "I'm not going to last long if you keep teasing me like that."
"Good," she smirks, slowly sinking down onto me. "Because I want you to lose control. I want you to come so hard you forget your own name."
"Fuck," I groan as she takes me completely, her tight heat surrounding me like heaven. "You feel so perfect. Like you were made just for me."
She starts to move, slow and deliberate, maintaining eye contact as she rides me. Her hands are braced on my chest, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
"We're going to change everything," she whispers, rolling her hips in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "We're going to help so many people."
"Together," I manage, fighting to maintain control as she continues her torturous pace. "We're going to do it all together."
"I love you," she says, her movements becoming more urgent. "I love your strength, your heart, the way you fight for what's right."
"Show me," I growl, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts. "Show me how much you love me."
She increases her pace, taking me deeper with each thrust. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me, and I know she's close again.
"Come with me," she pants, her nails digging into my chest. "I want to feel you come inside me while I'm falling apart."
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The added stimulation sends her over the edge, her orgasm triggering my own. I come harder than I ever have before, my release pulsing deep inside her as she milks every drop from me.
We collapse together, both breathing hard and covered in a light sheen of sweat. I pull her down against my chest, holding her close as our heartbeats slowly return to normal.
"That was incredible," she murmurs against my neck. "We're incredible together."
"In everything we do," I agree, stroking her hair. "Fighting, loving, building something beautiful out of all this chaos."
As we lie there in the aftermath, the city lights twinkling beyond our windows and our signed book contract a promise on the counter, my phone buzzes with a text that fills me with ice-cold panic.
"What is it?" Tessa asks, noticing the change in my breathing.
I show her the message from our team's media coordinator:
Playoff schedule confirmed. Game 1 vs Boston in 72 hours. Press conference tomorrow. Every major sports network requesting interviews. This is going to be huge.
Tessa sits up, suddenly very awake. "Seventy-two hours."
"Seventy-two hours to prepare for the most emotionally charged series of my career, with every sports journalist in the country watching to see if the guy who rejected Boston can beat them when it matters most."
"No pressure," she says dryly, but I can see the concern in her eyes.
"Hey." I pull her back down against me. "Whatever happens in that series, we face it together. Team, media, all of it."
"Together," she agrees, pressing a kiss to my chest. "Even if it means playing the team that would have given you everything you thought you wanted?"
"Especially then. Because now I know the difference between what I thought I wanted and what I actually need."
As I hold her close and watch the city sleep beyond our windows, I can't shake the feeling that everything we've fought for—our careers, our relationship, our right to choose love over convenience—is about to be tested in ways we can't even imagine.
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