Page 218 of Mountain Grump
“Touch yourself, Tilda.” He doesn’t slow. And I can tell it’s not going to take him long. “Show me how you make yourself come.” He keeps going, keepsfucking me. “Use those fingers on that perfect pussy.” Blindly, frantically, I reach one hand down and start rubbing at my clit. “That’s it. That’s my Bad Girl.” His words send me higher, send me closer. “Keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare stop until you’re coming on my cock.”
“Ethan. Oh gods. Ethan.”
He grips my hips even tighter.
His movements get even rougher as he pounds into me.
“Fuck. Starlight. Fuck.”
My fingers can barely stay where I need them because I’m so freaking slippery.
“Tell me, Wife. Tell me when you’re coming.”
That’s it.
Wife.
That’s all I needed.
“I’m coming,” I choke out as my body spasms. “Husband, I’m coming.”
“Fuck,” Ethan bellows as he slams his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he can go.
Flames bloom in my chest.
Sparkles dance in my vision.
Muscles pulse and clench, and pleasure consumes me.
Ethan groans and moans and twitches inside me.
It’s bliss.
Heaven.
Then my head starts to swim, and my hand drops from my core.
I slump forward, and when my forehead bumps against the coffee table, I gasp in a breath.
Ethan makes a garbled sound of alarm as he wraps his arms around me and lifts my top half off the table.
“I’m okay.” I put my palms on the table and start to snicker. “I forgot to breathe.”
“Don’t do that.” Ethan sounds so distraught. And I feel bad. But…
My snicker turns into a full-body laugh.
Ethan grumbles as he, once again, slips free from my body.
I can’t stop laughing.
That was all so… intense. I don’t even know what to do with myself.
Ethan’s heat leaves my back. Followed by a thud.
Turning my head, I find him flat on his back. On the floor. Chest still heaving. Pants and boxer briefs around his knees. Dick shining in the glow of the TV.
What a perfect night.
