Page 116 of Attached At Heart
“Youaremy wife.” I snapped my hips against hers again and buried myself as deeply as I could.
A pleasure-soaked cry sprang from Delaney’s lips, her eyes sparkling with a familiar look, and the realization that Delaney liked it a little rough was all I needed to relinquish some of my control.
“Yes,” Delaney said, a breathy agreement that meant the goddamn world to me.
My wife.
“Friends don’t fuck like this, Delaney,” I reminded her, thrusting again. And then again, until she got that idea lodged in that big, beautiful brain of hers.
She nodded while gasping for air, and even that tiny acknowledgment of the truth overwhelmed me, yanking on my heartstrings in new ways, ones that went beyond my understanding.
I thought I knew everything there was to know about hearts and Delaney. And the intersection of the two.
Delaney grabbed at my shoulders, her nails digging in as she urged me for more, and I gave it to her. I gaveeverythingto her while taking at the same time, getting lost in her again and again and again until I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my back and the only sounds in the room were our roughgasps, Delaney’s repeated soft pleading, and our skin slapping together.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I praised, smacking my hips so hard against hers that Delaney’s jaw dropped and one hand grabbed the headboard above her, holding on as I delivered another thrust. “You take me sofuckinggood.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, as if I even knew how.
“Never,” I promised. “Is this how my girl likes it? She likes it when her husband fucks her hard?”
“Yes.”
“Is her husband going to make her come again?” Even harder thrusts separated each one of my words because I’d lost it. I’d lost almost every shred of control I had. Fuck, this woman. “Pleasecome, Lane. I need to feel it again. God, you have no idea what you fucking do to me.”
I watched Delaney’s lips part, but no sound came out. A silent scream that I took to mean anotheryes. So I kissed those lips hard before moving to her neck and the sweet curve of it, breathing in the scent of her.Her. I was so utterly obsessed with her, and in this moment, when I was on the brink of losing it all, she was the only thing I knew. All my brain could scream wasmine.
“Yes, Delaney,” I gasped. Because she was all I could think about. “God, I l?—”
I forced back words I absolutely should not be saying, not yet, instead biting the curve of Delaney’s neck as I reached my climax. The heat running wild in my body finally crested, and I was left to surf the fiery waves. I came hard, with an intensity I’d expected but took my breath away all the same, and then Delaney surprised me by crying out a beat later, her body shaking beneath mine from a second orgasm, one that seemed even stronger than the first.
Our chests heaved against each other as we both tried to slow our breathing. But then our eyes caught, and I wasn’t sure how that would ever be possible. When she looked at me like that—like she could see me,allof me, the only one who really could—how was I ever supposed to move on?
Delaney started roaming my back with her hands, almost like she was trying to soothe me, and all I wanted to do was melt into her. But I also didn’t want to crush her beneath my weight. So I gently moved her legs from my shoulders and lifted myself off her, letting my cock slowly slide from her filled pussy. Delaney whimpered, her body twitching, oversensitive.
I sat back on my knees, looking down at her in awe. More specifically, looking down at my cum dripping from between her legs. Wordlessly, I used two fingers to swipe it back up her inner thighs and push it back into her pussy, where it belonged.
Where I knew she wanted it.
She hummed her satisfaction, proving that point.
When I did this on the plane, Delaney joked about babies and then brushed off my comment about how it would never scare me to see her pregnant. But that was okay. She could pretend I said that because I’d always wanted kids and not because it washerhaving my kids. It wasn’t reality, but maybe one day, I’d tell her the truth of it: that watching my cum drip out of her was making me feral.
“I’m a little scared,” Delaney whispered.
I stilled in my thoughts on pregnancy. “Why? Delaney, I—youareon birth control, right? I’d never—without your?—”
“No.” She shook her head and pulled at my arm, leading me back down onto the bed. Our heads hit the pillows, facing each other. “I’m on birth control, Blake. That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
She bit down on her lip like she was debating whether or not to tell me. And I was about ready to plead with her when she admitted, “It was too…good. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
An understatement, in my opinion. But her saying that had me floating on cloud nine all the same.
I thought about what to reply while I threaded my fingers through her hair. It was messy and wild and perfect.
“That’s because I know you. I know how to read you. And you can trust me. You can let yourself go and ask for what you want.”
