Page 63 of So Wrong It's Right

“You do not have to ask me twice.”

He rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, lowering myself over his cock. Slowly, so slowly. He’s big and hard and I still need to pause to adjust to my man’s girth. He’s holding still, admirably. Waiting until I’m ready.

I look into his eyes, so full of love for me, as I take the rest of him inside me and I stretch around him. Christopher reaches his arm up and pulls my head down to his. “I am so in love with you.” He kisses me and thrusts his hips up, like he’s lost control of them.

“You feel so good, honeybuns,” I tell him. He grunts at the name. I’m not lying. He’s hitting my G-spot just right. He’s taken his study of my orgasms to level eleven over the last two years, and he knows just what to do and how to do it so I’m still always a little surprised. Like, how can it still feel different every time?

I feel every inch of him like he’s a part of me now. I try for long, slow strokes, but soon it’s not enough.

“That’s it, Stella. Ride me harder.”

I slam down harder and harder, feeling the heat rising. Christopher’s eyes are squeezed tightly closed, and he’s clenching his jaw. His body is tense below me. We’re both so close.

“Look at me, Stella.” I look down, always ready to listen to his commands. In bed only, of course. “I want you looking in my eyes when you come. You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, I can tell. You want me to come deep inside you, baby?” I nod but don’t break the eye contact. Wanting to please him. “If we hurry, we can make a baby that will be in the same class as Tru’s. Would you like that? Do you want me to make you pregnant again? Fill you up?”

This kind of talk makes me lose my mind. “Oh, yes. Yes, please. Put your baby in me.” I arch my back. “I love you so much, Christopher.”

He plants his feet and thrusts harder into me and I fly back into the Milky Way.

“You’re mine. You’re mine, Stella.” He arches and roars. I have to hold on to him to stay on top while he lets go in rolling waves of heat and pleasure. He pulls me down, so our faces are an inch apart. “You’re the best part of me. I will spend every day of my life showing you.”

I relax all my muscles and collapse onto his chest. Christopher holds me tight and we listen to the house settle around us.

Our very, very fine house.

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