41. ⚠️
She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath, He brought his hand up to his mouth, s!cking her juices off his fingers slowly.
His eyes never left hers as he did so, watching her blush deeply at the intimate gesture. "You taste so good," he said, his voice low and satisfied.
"Shut up," She whispered shyly, He chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm just telling the truth," he murmured against her mouth before deepening the kiss.
His hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, clearly ready for more. She coiled her hands around his neck.
His muscles automatically tightened under her touch. He loved when she touched him like that - possessive and innocent at the same time.
He hoisted her up slightly, making her wrap her legs around his waist. He could feel his hardness pressing against her belly button. "Baby..." He warned softly.
She nodded, He swallowed hard, positioning himself at her entrance. He kissed her deeply as he slowly pushed himself in, ignoring her whimpers and the way she tensed beneath him. "Shh... shh..."
"Mhm," she pulled him closer, hiding her face in the crock of his neck.
He groaned deeply, feeling her tighten around him as he slowly pushed in further. He could feel her body resisting him due to his size, but he moved slowly and gently, giving her time to adjust. He kissed her neck softly, trying to distract her from the discomfort. "It's okay baby,"
Soon he started moving faster, turning their pain into pl!
asure. His thrusts became more frequent, each stroke hitting just the right spot inside her.
He could tell when her discomfort shifted to
pl!
asure , she started gripping him tighter, meeting his thr!
sts with small movements of her own.
He pulled back slightly to look at her face. "God, you feel amazing..." She smiled softly and closed her eyes, "I am near,"
He could feel her getting tighter around him, signaling that she was close. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice strained. "I want to see your face when you come"
She looked at him, her eyes drowsy. He groaned deeply, the sight of her drowsy eyes and flushed cheeks pushing him closer to the edge.
He increased his pace, thr!sting deeper and harder. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Come for me." He watched her intently, feeling her w-lls clench around him as she reached her cl!max.
He pulled out gently and kissed her forehead, they stayed just like that for a few minutes. Catching their breaths. Until he broke the silence, "Baby one more round?"
She looked at him in disbelief, He chuckled mischievously, seeing the disbelieving look on her face. He nuzzled her forehead and kissed it again.
"Come on," he persuaded softly, his hands roaming over her waist possessively. "Last time was too quick... I'm not satisfied yet."
"Last one." She said sternly, He grinned, loving her stern expression. He flipped them over suddenly, making her gasp as she landed on top of him.
"Last one," he agreed, his hands immediately going to her hips. He looked up at her with a playful smirk. "Take the lead then."
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Kiara woke up in the morning just to witness him awake and staring at her with a small smile.
He had been lying there, watching her sleep, his eyes softened with affection. As she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, he couldn't help but smile.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice still gruff with sleep. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She stretched and stifled a yawn, "Morning..." She looked at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "How long have you been awake?"
He chuckled softly, enjoying the lazy morning and her sleepy expression. "Not long," he replied, his thumb tracing a soft trail on her cheek. "Just enjoying watching you sleep."
She smiled and hugged him, her face snuggled into his chest. He reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around her small frame. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her hair and skin filling his nostrils, bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, relishing the moment of peaceful intimacy. "You smell good," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.
"Baby," she looked up to him, He looked down at her, his gaze softening at her sleepy eyes. "Yes, love?" he responded, his fingers gently caressing her hair.
"I want to have donuts." She whispered, He chuckled at her request, unable to resist her adorable expression. "Donuts?" he replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Any particular kind?"
"Chocolate donuts or Blueberry?" She asked with soft smile. He pretended to think for a moment, enjoying the playful moment.
"Hmm... I'd say chocolate," he finally replied. "But only if you promise to share with me."
"Ok," she replied with a pout, He couldn't help but laugh at her pout, finding it impossibly adorable.
"What's that pout for?" he asked, teasingly. "You get your donuts, and I get a taste of them. That's how it works, wifey."
"Alright, order it now. I am craving it." She said, He chuckled, knowing he was powerless against her persuasive charm. "All right, as the lady commands."
He reached for his phone on the bedside table and opened up the food delivery app. "Chocolate donuts, coming right up." He playfully tapped the order button.
She smiled and hugged him, "I love you, husband." He hugged her back, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you too," he murmured, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
He pulled away slightly and gently pinched her cheek, his voice playful. "You know, you're quite demanding for a sleepy wife."
"So what?" She raised an eyebrow, He chuckled at her defiant tone, finding her feistiness endearing. "Just saying, I might have to start keeping a stash of donuts in the house to keep up with your cravings," he teased.
"That's a great idea," she smiled widely, He couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiastic response. "Of course it is," he replied, his tone playful.
"And when we run out, I'll be the one making the late-night donut runs." She smiled and pecked his lips, He responded to her kiss, savoring the sweet and brief contact. He pulled back and looked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You know," he began, his hand gently tracing a path down her arm, "I have a feeling that one round of donuts isn't going to be enough to satisfy you."
"Just how one round didn't satisfy you last night?" She asked, her tone teasing making him laugh, "Exactly," he pecked her forehead.
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