Page 51 of Happily Ever Laughter

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes blazing as he watches my every move.

He reaches down to spread my pussy lips, then tilts me so that my clit rubs against the base of his shaft with every movement.

“Wow,” I breathe. “It’s like–”

“Our bodies were made for each other,” he groans.

We rock together, finding a steady rhythm as he kisses me tenderly. The way he grips my outer thighs, angling me perfectly as he moves his hips, is a seductive yet romantic dance.

I absolutely adore how all of his energy seems centered on me. Even though he’s enjoying himself thoroughly, he’s more concerned about my pleasure. I’ve never had anyone put me first. Never had the focus of anyone’s attention so completely.

“I love that you’re so wet for me,” he breathes. “I love knowing that I turn you on, baby.”

My mind is too overloaded to tell him that he’s the only man who has ever aroused me so much.

Our rocking speeds up as I feel his shaft begin to throb deep inside me. His right hand shifts to grip my ass, as I realize I’m grinding my clit harder against him with every deep thrust.

“I can feel your sweet little pussy opening for me. Wanting more.”

“Yes,” I moan softly, as I grip his broad shoulders to move with him, then against him. “More.” I love the way he’s even sweet when he’s talking dirty.

Felix groans loudly, then begins thrusting deeper, faster. “So tight and wet. So perfect. Are you going to let me feel you come, sweetheart? Are you going to squeeze my cock with your sexy little pussy while you scream my name?”

I’m already on the edge, a matter of heartbeats between the regular world and the blinding explosion.

Then he amplifies everything by thrusting up into me even harder while he bites gently along the edge of my neck. “Come for me, baby,” he mutters through his teeth. “Let me feel you.”

Hearing his deep voice beg so desperately makes me whimper and howl as the orgasm washes over me, shaking me like a leaf in a storm.

“Felix!” I cry out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.

“I feel you, sweetheart,” he growls throatily as both hands tighten on my hips. “Tanis…baby…”

His lips crush to mine as I feel him throb and spurt his heat deep inside me. We moan together, overheated and overloaded with raw emotion.

His huge, hard body overpowering mine doesn’t make me feel weak. It makes me feel strong, and sure, and safe.

When we pause for air, Felix gently lays me beside him, snuggled in the crook of his arm.

I am almost drifting off when I’m startled by a sharp buzz. Felix grumbles as he reaches down to the floor, grabbing his phone from his jeans.

“What is it?” I murmur.

“Oh, nothing important. Just the schedule for when that comedy show is going on the air. And since it tested so well at the preview, they’re ordering seven new episodes.”

My head perks up.

“They want us to do the music and video bits for all of them.”

He drops the phone to hold my face in his hands. “You wanted to be one of those creative artsy types, sweetheart. Well, Earl Eggers, the director of programming, already loves your style. Gretchen the production manager loves you too. Careful what you wish for, babe. You’re officially in.”

My shoulders begin to tremble as my breathing stutters and my eyes tear up, but I can’t stop it.

“It’s okay,” Felix murmurs, snuggling against me again as he swipes his thumb under my eye. “You’ve got your foot in the door now. There will be lots of projects, some good, some terrible. And I hope that a lot are with me, but there will be some on your own too. But I’ll always be right here to help you if I can.”

Even the lazy way his fingertips glide up and down my spine make me feel connected to his energy.

“I hope that we have lots of jobs together,” I smile as his eyes gaze down at me. “And whenever I can convince my legs to function again, I can clear you a drawer here, for anytime you want to stay over.”

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