Page 40 of Resilient Rhythms
I grin, slowing my movements as she rides out her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good,” she sighs. Her thighs tremble slightly from the intensity of her orgasm, but my sexy wife unhooks her bra and flings it off the island. Her delicious breasts swing forward before she leans back on the island, bracing her hands behind her.
She grins at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild. “You’re not getting out of it this time, Maverick.” She eyes my cock and licks her bottom lip as if she’s hungry for it. Hungry for me.
“Mckenna,” I say slowly, removing my fingers from her tight body and shuffling back a step.
“Nope.” She shakes her head and slips off the island. On the edge are drops of her arousal, her want, evidence of how fucking good we are together.
Mckenna drops to her knees and wraps her hand around me, fisting my cock.
“Shit,” I swear, gripping the underside of the island’s ledge. It’s been so fucking long, entire months, and I want to come just from the way she’s looking at me. Greedy and needy and— “Fuck.”
She wraps her lips around the head and I see stars.
Mckenna bobs her head, working me in tandem with her sliding hand, and my balls tighten.
I gather her hair in my hand, pushing it away from her face.
The image of my wife on her knees in front of me pleasuring me is a core fucking memory I never want to forget. I nearly come from the visual alone.
“I’m not going to last long, beauty,” I warn. “It’s been too long. And I…oh, fuck, Mckenna, yes.” Words fall from my lips, but I’m barely conscious of them.
The base of my spine coils, my cock twitches, and right before I come, my fucking beauty releases my cock with a pop and grins up at me. “Not yet.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Mckenna drops back onto her ass and reaches for my hand. Tugging me over her, she lies back. “Put it in me, Maverick.”
I swear. “What? Here? On the…on the floor?” Panic races through my veins. Isn’t this what happened with Bran? What if this encounter triggers something for her? What if?—
“Please.” Her voice cuts through my thoughts. She takes my hand and laces our fingers together. “Here, Mav. I’m not going to break. I’m not fragile. I want you to make love to me here and erase everything that came before. Will you do that for me?”
I’d fucking cut off a limb for her. “Of course. But if it’s too much or?—”
“Just love me, Maverick.”
I line myself up at her entrance and push into her slowly. Painstakingly slow so I can watch her expression and read the emotions that flit across her face.
Mckenna smiles and it’s breathtaking. Relief filters through her eyes right before they flutter closed. “That’s it,” she encourages. Her arms wrap around me, hugging me closer.
I never take my eyes off her face as I move over her, pushing in and out. Slow, gentle, and so damn reverently, and time seems to stop.
Our playful has turned serious.
Our needy has turned steady.
This isn’t lust or want. This is pure fucking love that shimmers between us like sunshine and oxygen and life.
I drop my mouth to Mckenna’s and kiss her. She receives me, her arms entwined around my neck, her knees dropping open an additional inch.
We stay connected, embracing, kissing, murmuring sweet nothings, until she comes a second time. I’m not far behind, spilling inside of her.
“I love you, Mckenna.”
Her eyes open and the sweetest smile crosses her lips. “I love you, Maverick. This is us.”
I’m still inside of her when I nod. “Always us.”
