23. Willow
Royce’s muscular body hovered over me, and my hips arched up eagerly, rubbing myself against his erection. The heat of his body and the feel of his hard tip brushing against my entrance had me fighting the imminent orgasm.
He fleetingly brushed his mouth against mine, but it was enough to send my heart racing.
He kissed a wet line down my neck and torso before he reached down and grasped my ankles, spreading them apart.
He dropped his head between my legs, kissing the inside of my thigh and peppering kisses up until his mouth connected with my throbbing core.
“You smell insane, baby,” he murmured, skating kisses over my pussy before dipping his tongue into my entrance. My hips bucked, grinding against his stubble, and I thought I’d come right there and then.
“I need more,” I begged, whimpering and thrashing against him. Pleasure razed a burning path to my core, destroying everything in its wake. I wanted to perish underneath him.
He chuckled. “Greedy little wife.”
The lust in his voice only sizzled my blood further, and I clawed at his sheets.
“Please.” I moaned as his tongue swept up my navel and explored my breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it lightly, and arousal taunted me. He must have realized I was on the edge because he used his free hand to pinch my other nipple before pulling his mouth away completely.
He dropped back between my legs, licking me from entrance to clit, and his growl vibrated through me. His wet tongue had me screaming out, and the pressure in my core became almost blinding.
He ran his rough palms down my legs and hooked them over his wide shoulders, then kissed my pussy tenderly—excruciatingly so.
“Please, Royce,” I panted. “I need more.”
“What my woman wants, my woman gets,” he murmured, and pushed his tongue inside me. In and out. In and out. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing fistfuls of his dark strands as he tongue-fucked me.
My hands slipped to cup his head, and I tilted my hips up to give him better access. He continued to lap at my pussy as he brought his hands to mine, our fingers intertwining.
One last thrust of his tongue, and I erupted. I came so hard my ears rang and I trembled against his mouth. The world ceased to exist for a moment, and if I thought I would perish before, I was six feet under now.
He crawled up my body, his hard shaft against my throbbing, hot entrance as his gaze met mine.
“Ready for me, baby?” His breathing matched my own, and the reverence in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.
My answer was hooking my legs around his hips and wrapping my arms around his middle. The head of his erection pushed against my entrance as he leaned down, our hands still interlocked above my head. He kissed me, wet and hot, messy and consuming, then thrust deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.
He eased out with exquisite slowness, only to thrust into me again, burying himself to the hilt.
I cried out, and he stilled instantly.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I growled, and he chuckled but resumed his movements.
He picked up the speed, pistoning into me with a relentlessness I could’ve only dreamed of. My hips moved, meeting his thrusts, as my obscene moaning and whimpering filled the space between us.
He kissed me hard, our tongues tangling just like our bodies, our fingers locked together. Embers burning hotter, he thrust deeper, and suddenly the pressure exploded inside me again, dragging me down into oblivion. As I climaxed, he roared out my name, thrusting hard one last time, then stilling as his seed spilled inside me.
Eventually, my eyes fluttered open to find his already on me. They were filled with a deep contentment and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
He peppered soft kisses over my face and the corner of my mouth before his forehead lowered onto mine while he remained inside me.
I realized then that this was exactly what I’d been searching for for the past decade.
And subconsciously, I knew he had always been the one for me.