Chapter 49
Ellie
Oh. My. GOD.
My head is dizzy and my vision is blurry. My entire body feels heavy as I sink into the bed. I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds.
I’ve never come that fast or that hard. Ever.
When I finally get my ability to see back, I gaze down at Camden, who’s staring up at me with the sexiest, most smug look on his face.
My tummy flips, and my heart races. My husband is so filthy, and god, do I love it.
He lowers his face back down between my thighs and flicks my clit with his tongue at the same time that he presses my vibrator to my clit.
I gasp, sucking all the air in the room with me. My brain goes offline, and I can’t formulate thoughts or words or anything coherent.
The pleasure crashing through my body is mind-bending. It’s reality-altering.
I never thought to use a vibrator in tandem with his mouth, but holy god, it is amazing. Heavenly. Otherworldly. It amplifies the sensations and intensity by a million.
With my wrists cuffed, I grip the pillows as another orgasm claims me. Camden leans back and pulls the vibrator away from me, giving me a minute to catch my breath. He dusts soft kisses on my thighs before he gives me another orgasm, then another, and another.
I lose count after five. I don’t exist in reality anymore. I don’t have a sense of time or place. I don’t have a brain anymore. It disintegrated when that fourth orgasm hurtled through my body.
But I don’t care. This is ecstasy. So many orgasms that my body can barely handle.
I’m not even speaking words when I cry out anymore. Just noises. Moans and whimpers and panting.
My hearing is muffled. I can’t see either. I’ve lost most of my senses. Oh, well. I didn’t need them anyway. Not when I exist in this orgasmic bliss.
My legs thrash against the bed. All the muscles in my calves and thighs are cramping every time I come.
Finally, my body can’t take it anymore. Everything has hit that too-sensitive point.
With my cuffed hands, I push Camden’s face away.
“Please…I can’t anymore,” I pant.
His low, rough chuckle hits my ears. I blink furiously for what feels like a minute straight until I can start to make out shapes and colors.
Camden’s face is fuzzy, but I can spot that cocky grin from a mile away.
“Had enough, baby?”
I nod.
“How many orgasms was that?” His tone is teasing.
I let out a drunk-sounding laugh. “I don’t know. A million.”
His head falls back as he laughs. Then he slides off the bed and stands next to it. He reaches down, grabs me under the arms, and then gently slides me so that my head is at the edge.
He leans down and gives me a soft, teasing kiss.
“You look so goddamn beautiful, Ellie,” he says in the gentlest, softest voice. Warmth zooms through my chest. I can barely take how sweet he is.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat now,” he rasps against my mouth. “Would that be okay with my pretty wife?”
“God, yes,” I moan.
I open my mouth, groaning when he slides his hard cock inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, but I reach up with my cuffed hands and grab his hip, coaxing him to go harder and faster.
“Jesus, Ellie. You sure?”
I moan an “mmhmm” around his cock.
“This isn’t gonna take long,” he grits out. “I’m so fucking turned on from watching my hot wife come over and over for me like a good girl.”
My eyelids flutter when I feel him hit the back of my throat. It’s overwhelming having him in my mouth like this, but I love it. I love how big he feels. I love how full I feel whenever I have him in my mouth and my pussy.
Above me, his breathing turns frantic.
“I’m gonna come,” he says through gritted teeth.
I moan.
“Do you want me to pull out, or…” He trails off when I grab his hip again, holding him inside of my mouth.
He curses, and a second later, he comes with a roar. He spills in my mouth, down my throat. I moan as he slides out of me.
I look up at him, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.
Our gazes connect, and I hold his stare as I swallow.
He falls onto the bed and kisses me hard. “Ellie baby, I almost lost my mind. That was hot as hell.”
He undoes the cuffs and tosses them aside, then gently kisses my wrists.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern flashing in his deep blue eyes.
That warm feeling burrows deeper inside of me at just how much he cares about me, at how he doesn’t do anything unless I’m okay with it.
He was like this the first time we had sex and every other time we’ve done it. It’s melted my heart every single time.
I can’t believe I got this lucky. I got to marry my best friend, who’s the sweetest, most romantic, thoughtful, doting, generous, and protective man in the whole world.
Emotion surges through me, just like it did after the first time we had sex. And every other time we’ve been together since.
A feeling I never thought I’d ever feel swoops through me. It encircles my heart, making everything feel tight.
It’s love. You love Camden.
It feels like I’m floating as the realization hits me.
I look up at him and smile, hoping I don’t look as rattled as I feel.
“I’m more than okay. I loved it,” I say softly.
I can’t tell I love him. It’s too soon. He’ll probably think I’m out of my mind.
He kisses my nose, which makes me giggle. Then he pulls the comforter over us, wraps his big, muscled arms around me, and snuggles me into his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “What did I do to get such a perfect wife?”
My heart bounces around in my chest. It’s hard to breathe.
I’ll tell him later, maybe in a few months. Then it won’t feel as weird.
I smile up at him, my body buzzing with just how much I love him.
“I was about to ask myself the same thing. You’re the perfect husband.”