Page 112 of My Million Dollar Secret

He shrugs. “I didn’t want us to rush into things too quickly again.”

I laugh softly. “I’m always happy to perform my wifely duties.”

He laughs and turns around, pulling me to him. I reach down and take his cock in my hand, squeezing it tight around the base. He moans softly as I stroke him, sliding my hand up and down his thick shaft.

“Well, Mrs. Steel, far be it from me to get in the way of your wifely duties,” he teases me.

The feel of his cock growing and hardening in my hand makes the warmth in my chest burn ever brighter. I’m growing hotter and wetter by the second, the dull ache of need and desire within me spreading to my whole body.

Aaron leans down and presses his mouth to mine. I part my lips, accepting his tongue into my mouth, enjoying the feel of it dancing with mine. My grip on his stiff rod tightens and he moans, the sound of it muffled against my lips. Aaron’s hands slide down my back and he cups my ass, squeezing it tightly, pulling me harder against him.

He kisses my neck, trailing the tip of his tongue down my collarbone and then down to my breasts. A shudder passes through me when his tongue hits my stiff nipple. He sucks and nips at it, a feeling like lightning running along my skin, searing my nerves.

“I need you, Aaron.”

He kisses me again, harder, his lips filled with passion and longing. He turns me around and presses me up against the wall. The longing in me swells to a critical point. I need to have him inside of me. I can’t be patient any longer.

Aaron reaches out and turns the shower off. He takes my hand and leads me back into the bedroom, pushing me down on the bed gently and with exaggerated care. Giving him a salacious grin, I move upward on the bed and crook my finger at him. Aaron crawls on top of me, bracing himself on those thick, muscular arms of his. I spread my thighs and wrap them around his waist as he positions himself above me. The head of his rigid prick is pressed against my warm, wet opening. I’m throbbing with need and consumed with a ravenous hunger for him.

Aaron kisses me and though it’s no less passionate, it’s gentle – almost tender. His pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine. When the head of his cock slips between my wet, velvety lips, the sensations are so intense, I almost orgasm right then and there.

Aaron is moving slowly as he enters me, slipping deep within me inch by glorious inch. He is nestled within my most intimate parts, pressing himself deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me. My entire body is vibrating with an urgent desire and hunger. As Aaron moves, it only adds fuel to that white-hot fire rushing through me.

“Yes, Aaron, yes,” I moan.

I grip his forearms, my nails digging into his flesh. He moves his hips in a slow, steady rhythm that makes me cry out for more. The way he stretches me open and fills me up so perfectly, so completely, stokes the fire inside of me ever higher, pushing me toward the brink. Aaron’s eyes are locked onto mine, the intimacy of the moment every bit as thick and deep as the passion and desire for him that courses through my veins.

Our bodies are in perfect sync, moving in a rhythm and harmony with each other that’s so perfect, it nearly brings tears to my eyes. The joy of the moment, of this profound connection we share, fills me with a bright white light. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Aaron is moving slowly, seeming to revel in our shared pleasure. He seems to need the intensity of this connection every bit as much as I do. It’s as if the specter of death that drew so near to us earlier in the night can only be banished by this beautiful and powerful life-affirming act we’re sharing. It’s as if our lovemaking is casting a light on the darkness that had held us in its grasp.

He thrusts his hips smoothly, softly, and tenderly, his thick cock plunging deep within me and making the light filling me up, shine even brighter. My every nerve ending is ringing, and I’m crying out Aaron’s name over and over again. I lift my head and sink my teeth into his shoulder, making him draw in a sharp breath.

“You feel so amazing, baby,” I moan.

Aaron’s body is tensing. I feel his cock swelling within me. I know he’s drawing perilously close to the brink, and he’s taking me with him. The pressure inside of me is building to a crescendo and as I feel him exploring my warm, wet depths, I cry out in sheer ecstasy.

As he moves within me, Aaron kisses and sucks on my neck and my breasts, pulling me ever closer to the edge. Aaron pushes himself deep within my hot, molten core and holds himself there, enveloping both of us in a moment of perfect silence. Of perfect stillness. The moment is filled with a perfect energy and the sweetest, most beautiful warmth I’ve ever felt before – it’s the warmth of love.

Aaron looks deeply into my eyes and I feel my breath catch in my throat. “I love you, Emily.”

His cock swells within me and I know he’s toppling over the edge. His body tenses, his every muscle locked up tight. And when I feel him start to pulse and throb, I know he’s plunging over.

“I love you too, Aaron.”

I feel Aaron burst within me. I cry out as he fills me with his wet, sticky seed. The sensation of him exploding within me finally pushes me over the edge and I join Aaron in the throes of ecstasy and passion. I press my head back against the pillows and scream out his name as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

Both of us shake, our bodies beginning to go limp as we fill each other with the light and heat of our desire – and our love. We cling to each other, our bodies trembling, dewy with passion. Aaron leans down and kisses me softly. I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment. This perfect moment.

A wry grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I’m thinking we should possibly reconsider this whole annulment thing.”

I smile warmly. “I’m open to discussing it,” I reply. “Though, I have to admit, a proper proposal and wedding would be nice. After all, I’m kind of old-fashioned and still want the fairy tale.”

“A fairy tale? You mean the last time wasn’t already fantastical enough for you?”

I laugh as he throws my words back in my face. Though, I can’t disagree that being married by a six-foot-tall alien preacher is just about as fairy tale as you can get.

Aaron collapses beside me and pulls me over to him. I lay my head on his chest, trailing my fingers along his strong abs. Although he finally overcame his fear and opened himself up to love, there is still one thing I need to hear from him – something he hasn’t offered up yet.

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