Page 59 of Splintered Security
It’s the man.
It’s Lorenzo Gallo.
My brother’s best friend.
My childhood crush.
My husband.
Those two words and the pleasure at my core are all it takes. “Ooooh, God.” I seize and pulse and hang on to Ren’s arms as he ruts inside me, finding his own bliss and tumbling over the edge together.
I come out of my haze to see him staring at where we’re joined, gliding in and out. “The most erotic thing I could see this morning. Your pretty pink pussy taking my cock, full of my cum.” He pulses in short strokes. “I might get hard again just watching you stretch around me. I could live in this pussy. Never want to leave it.”
“You don’t have to, Ren. It’s yours.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes dilate. His mouth dips to mine as he rocks, still fully seated. “Yeah, baby. It is. You are. Always.” And he takes my mouth while pressing deep, bottoming out.
He could go again. I could go again. But seeing as how we managed to connect every morning and every night, it’s hard to complain.
Except for when he withdraws, stretching me at my entrance with that round head, and leaves me empty without him. I mewl in protest.
“Lots of things I love, baby, but the whimper when I pull out of you is right up there. Love that you hate me leaving your body as much as I do.”
He kisses me as he exits the bed, returning with a warm washcloth, like every single time we’ve made love.
He stares between my legs, but doesn’t clean me up. He runs a finger from my pussy where his cum leaks from me to my ass, spreading himself over my sensitive flesh. He traces me there, his gaze intense. He runs a finger around my clit and back to my entrance where he presses a finger deep inside.
“My wife.” His words are solemn. A vow.
I close my eyes against the exquisite pleasure of his words coupled with his possessive gaze.
“Your wife,” I whisper back, but don’t look at him to see his response.
Ren
I never thought I’d want anyone in my house, in my life. I wasn’t opposed to it. I just couldn’t imagine that my life would be this much better in the way Anni has made it.
I assumed sometime in my life I might settle down, but I couldn’t picture it. I wasn’t raised with a family and didn’t necessarily want my own. Didn’t want a cold bed and my fist either, but that was always preferable to a contentious life.
So, being married and enjoying being married are not things I would’ve envisioned.
Every morning I slide into my wife. I get off and she does too. We drink coffee, and I go to work. As far as routines go, I can’t say I hate it. I used to work out. I’ll have to get back tothat at some point, but I’m not missing out on cardio, that’s for sure.
I take Anni’s hand, bring it to my lips and kiss above her knuckles. I thread my fingers through hers, just like each morning this week, as we drink our coffee on the back porch.
“Are you a morning person yet?”
She gasps and yanks her hand from mine. “You evil man. Are you trying to manipulate me into being a morning person?”
“Depends. Are the sex and coffee working?”
“Horrible. I should divorce you over this.”
My body goes rigid, and my mind blanks. “Don’t ever joke like that, Annika. That’s not an option for me and you. We make it.” I stand, open the slider, and stalk to my office, leaving her alone outside.
I don’t know why I reacted so vehemently to her joking. Actually, I do know. This isn’t a joke for me.
What the fuck happened? Oh, I know. Anika Garver Gallo happened. She exploded into my life, made me want to protect her, then made me want to love her and be loved by her.
