41. Francesca
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FRANCESCA
My body shakes and trembles as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me. Graham fucks me through it, his thrusts growing more erratic as my walls clench and flutter around him.
“Fuck, Francesca, I’m gonna—” His words cut off on a strangled groan as his hips stutter against mine. I feel him swell inside me a split second before he comes with a hoarse shout of my name.
His release triggers another mini-orgasm, my oversensitive body shuddering from the intensity. I cling to him as he comes, marveling at the way his body twitches.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my sweat-dampened skin. He shudders above me, the muscles in his back and arms flexing beneath my palms.
We stay like that for a long moment, tangled together, chests heaving as we catch our breath. Slowly, the world comes back into focus. The hum of the air conditioner, the distant sound of a car driving.
But all I can focus on is the way Graham’s body blankets mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his cock that’s still inside of me. I thought he’d have pulled out by now, rolled over and maybe passed out.
But he seems content to stay here, inside of me.
I bite my lip and flex my inner muscles, pulling a low groan from him.
“Are you trying to kill me, wife? Did you forget we have a pre-nup?” he grumbles.
“Did you forget I have my own money? I don’t want your money,” I tease him back.
He drags his teeth over the tendon in my neck. “Then tell me what you want.”
I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access. “You. I just want you.”
He flexes his hips, almost without thinking. “You have me.”
His words settle over me like a warm blanket, sinking into my bones and wrapping around my heart. I have him.
He’s mine, just like I’m his. It’s a possessive thought. Foreign and thrilling.
I slide my hands up his back to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly until he lifts his head to meet my gaze. His eyes are soft, sated, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He looks relaxed in a way I've never seen before, like some invisible weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
“Hi,” I whisper.
His smile grows, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Hi.” He brushes a few sweat-dampened strands of hair away from my face, his touch achingly tender. “You okay?”
I nod, exhaling a soft, contented sigh. “More than okay. That was incredible.”
“Yeah?” His hand slides down to cup my jaw, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone. “Good. Because I plan on doing that again. And again. Until neither of us can move.”
Heat flushes through me at his words, desire already stirring back to life despite my boneless, sated state. The promise in his voice, the dark hunger in his eyes, it awakens something primal and needy inside me.
I tilt my hips as much as I can in my limited position. “Promise?”
A slow, wicked grin curls up the corners of his mouth. “So soon, wife?”
I don’t know what’s come over me, except that I don’t want to be done. I rock my hips again. “I’m feeling greedy.”
His grin widens, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. “Greedy, hm?” He flexes his hips, pushing impossibly deeper, and I gasp at the sensation. He’s still hard inside me, his earlier release doing nothing to diminish his arousal.
“You want more, sunshine?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my core. “Want me to fill this greedy little pussy again?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good.” He punctuates his words with a slow, deep roll of his hips that has me gasping. “I want to try something. Do you trust me, sunshine?”
I nod, my hair splayed all around me. “Always.”
“Good little wife.” He slides out of me slowly, his cock leaving me achingly empty.
A whimper of protest escapes my lips at the loss of him, my body clenching around nothing.
“Patience,” he soothes, his voice low and rough with desire.
His fingers trail through the slickness between my thighs, gathering the mixture of our come. Then slowly, deliberately, he presses it back inside me with two fingers.
“We don’t want to waste it, do we, wife?”
I shake my head, my focus zeroing in on the way he’s pushing his come back inside of me. Why is that so hot?
He twists and curls his fingers until they brush that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. A shuddering gasp leaves my lips as his fingers work me from the inside, stoking the embers of my desire back into a roaring flame. My back arches off the bed, my tits rising toward his mouth like an offering.
“That’s it, sunshine,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the edge of my nipple. “Let me feel you.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive flesh in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, winding me up like a spring ready to snap.
His fingers move inside me with devastating precision, curling and stroking that spot that sends electric shocks of pleasure shooting through my body. His thumb circles my clit over and over again, relentless.
“Oh god,” I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand, chasing the exquisite tension building inside me. “Graham, please.”
“I’m here, sunshine,” he murmurs against my breast before drawing my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and a choked moan escapes my mouth.
I’m teetering on the razor’s edge of ecstasy. His tongue laves over my nipple, flicking and swirling, as his fingers pump in and out of my clenching heat. My fingertips dig into his shoulders, grounding me for the free-fall I’m about to experience.
“That’s it,” he grunts against my skin. “Come for me. Let go, sunshine. I’ve got you.”
His words are my undoing. With a keening cry, I shatter, my body bowing off the bed as pleasure crashes over me in wave after wave. He brings me down slowly, dragging his fingers in and out of my pussy, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and boneless beneath him.
“That’s my good wife.” He presses soft kisses along my jaw, my cheeks, my eyelids. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Just for me.”
I can only manage a whimper in response, my body still shaking.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm fade, Graham’s fingers slip out of me. But before I can mourn the loss, he’s gathering more of our come and pushing it back inside of me.
“Can you feel that, sunshine?” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive. “Feel how full you are of my come?”
A shiver rolls through me at his words, at the deliberate way he’s claiming me, marking me as his. There’s something primal and deeply erotic about it, having him fill me up only to push it deeper. Marking me.
I tremble beneath him, my body still quaking with aftershocks of pleasure as he works his fingers inside me, pushing his come deeper. It’s filthy and intimate and so intensely erotic that I can barely catch my breath.
“I love it,” I manage to gasp out. “Love feeling you inside me like this. Filling me up.”
A strangled groan escapes his throat, like my words caused him physical pain. He presses his forehead to my inner thigh, turning and dragging his teeth over my sensitive skin. He looks up at me from underneath his lashes, eyes blazing. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Francesca. How badly I want to keep you just like this. Stuffed full of my come. Dripping with it.”
His words send a shockwave of desire rippling through me, my overstimulated body clenching around his fingers still buried inside me. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. “ Graham .”
“I know, sunshine.” He kisses me again, deep and claiming, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his fingers slip from me to smooth over my hips, stroking me softly.
“One more, sunshine, okay? You can give your husband one more orgasm, can’t you?”
I’m nodding too fast, preening under his praise and attention.
He grins and it’s devastating and carnal. I wish I could memorize this image of him forever.
He grips my thighs firmly, fingers sinking into my soft flesh as he presses my legs together. I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans over me, his breath hot against my neck. He angles my hips upward, pushing my knees toward my chest until I’m folded nearly in half, completely exposed and open to him again.
I gasp as I feel the hard length of his cock sliding between my slick folds, coating himself in my wetness. The swollen head of his dick bumps against my sensitive clit with each pass.
Then he adjusts himself, repositioning himself until his cock slides through the tight space between my thighs.
Oh. “ Oh.”
This is kind of like that scene that I highlighted in my book the other day. My toes curl at the realization, pleasure fizzing through my veins.
Graham starts thrusting, his hips rocking against mine as he fucks the tight channel of my thighs. The underside of his thick cock rubs deliciously against me with each stroke. The barbell of his piercing a bright cool touch. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me, making me tremble and clench.
“That’s it, sunshine,” he rasps, his voice low and rough with desire. “Squeeze those pretty thighs together for me. Nice and tight, just for me.”
I moan, my head falling back against the pillow as my eyes drift closed. It feels incredible. Jesus, I didn’t think this would feel so good. He’s barely even touching my clit, and he’s not even inside of me.
How can it feel this incredible?
Maybe it’s just him. Maybe everything with my husband feels better.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises gruffly, picking up speed. He fucks my thighs harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.
I’m lost to the feel of him. His weight pressing me into the mattress, his labored breathing in my ear, the way he keeps nudging my clit.
I whimper and nod, my breath coming in shallow pants as I try to keep still for him. It’s torture, feeling him so close to where I’m aching for him, but not quite getting what I need.
His thrusts grow more urgent, his cock sliding faster between my slick thighs. The friction is maddening, stoking the fire building inside me with each stroke. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of release. My body is wound tight, every nerve ending crackling with need.
“Please,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “I need?—”
“I know what you need, sunshine,” he growls. “Be patient for me. I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” I nod, my back arching off the bed.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he grits out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fill up my wife’s pretty cunt.”
A needy whimper escapes my throat at his words, my body clenching in anticipation of another orgasm. “Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m pleading for anymore. I just know I need him, all of him, any way I can have him.
With a low growl, Graham pulls free from my thighs and notches the swollen head of his cock at my entrance. He thrusts inside of me once, twice, three times. And then he comes.
I stare up at him in awe as his release crashes over him. He looks like some ancient Greek god carved from marble come to life.
My husband.
God, just those two words get me kind of worked up. The fact that I get to call this man mine turns me on. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view.
His muscles clenching and flexing beneath his golden skin. Hair wild and windblown from my fingers tangled up and tugging all night. Eyes squeezed shut, long lashes fanning shadows across his chiseled cheekbones.
His gaze collides with mine, blazing with such feral possession that my breath catches in my throat. Those hazel depths burn into me, twin flames of passion and possession, searing me to my very soul.
I run my hands soothingly over his sweat-slicked back, feeling the play of powerful muscles beneath my palms.
Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of me. I let out a soft whimper at the loss, my body clenching around the sudden emptiness. But the sensation is short-lived. His fingers immediately return to the slick juncture of my thighs, gently pushing the evidence of his pleasure back inside me. I gasp when he curls his fingers again, hitting that secret spot effortlessly.
And when he leans down and sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly come undone right then and there. My back arches off the bed, pressing my aching core harder against his expert mouth. His tongue swirls and flicks, sending sparks of electric pleasure zinging through my veins.
“Please,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him right where I need him most.
“Please what?” He growls against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations only adding to the intense sensations consuming me.
“Please make me come.” It’s a whispered plea, my eyes squeezed shut as I reach for that bliss.
He drags the blunt edge of his teeth against me, but it’s not where I need it. “Say it, sunshine.”
My neck rolls from one side to the other, my focus growing hazier by the second. I’m climbing higher and higher, teetering on the razor’s edge of release. I’m close enough that I can almost reach it.
“Francesca.”
It’s the familiar tone that drags me back, parts the clouds of lust long enough for me to say it.
“Make me come, husband. ”
He hums his satisfaction. “It’d be my pleasure, wife. ”
Then he sucks hard, grazing my clit with his teeth. And that’s all it takes. I’m flying high, higher than I’ve ever been before, and I don’t know if I’ll ever come down.
I don’t know if I want to.