Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
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Itake her with me out of the stall, my hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, her skin slick and warm from the lingering heat of the shower. Steam clings to us like a thin veil as I lead her across the tiled floor.
There are no words in my head.
I towel her off first, grabbing the plush bath sheet from the rack and draping it over her shoulders.
I pat her dry. Her breasts feel heavy in my hands through the towel, nipples pebbling under the material.
She's quiet too, her blue eyes wide and dazed, meeting mine with a vulnerability that twists something deep in my gut, stirring the hunger all over again.
I haven't gotten enough—far from it; those quick, frantic fucks against the wall were just the first sparks, igniting a roaring need that demands more.
The need is now like an open wound, raw and exposed.
I crave more.
So, after toweling her with slow drags over the swell of her hips and gently between her thighs, her breath hitches at the contact.
My fingers interlace with hers, then I pull her through the doorway into the bedroom.
In the moonlight her skin looks ethereal, almost as if lit from within.
I push her down on the mattress and hover over her.
The faint scent of her perfume lingers on the pillows.
I fuck her again, but slower this time, cherishing every second as I realize I've never really been a husband the way I should have. Never explored her like this, mapping her body with my mouth as if it's the first time—because in so many ways, it is.
I start at her neck, kissing the pulse point where her heartbeat flutters violently under my lips, fast and erratic like a trapped bird.
The skin there is soft, warm, tasting faintly of her natural sweetness.
I suck gently at first, then harder. I want to draw a mark.
I want to show the world that she is mine.
I pull my mouth away and watch with satisfaction when her skin blooms red under the surface.
Her body arches up toward me like she's seeking more, her hands fisting in my hair with a needy tug.
It sends tingles racing down my scalp, pulling me closer as her breath becomes short, desperate bursts.
I bend my head and leave another mark.
My lips move downwards. Her collarbone. I trace the delicate ridge with my tongue, slow and wet, lapping at the smooth curve. Tasting the good, clean skin. My lips brush lower, and her fingers tighten in my hair, urging me on without words.
I knead her breast with my free hand, thumb circling the peak in lazy spirals that make her squirm beneath me.
She moans low and throaty, the vibration humming through her chest into mine, her back arching off the bed to press closer.
I switch sides, lavishing the same relentless attention—sucking deeper, tongue flicking and swirling around the bud until it's swollen and aching.
The wet sounds of my mouth fill the quiet room, slurping and popping softly, her gasps growing sharper, more desperate as her hips buck up against me involuntarily.
I kiss every inch of her skin. I’m methodical and reverent.
Not one inch do I neglect. It is all mine.
All of it. When I feel like it I nip at the sensitive spots.
That makes her squirm and sigh breathlessly—a light, airy sound.
Her body twists under me in protest. Over her stomach, where her muscles tense and flutter under my mouth, I dip my tongue into her navel, circling slowly, feeling her shiver as the warmth spreads lower.
Her hips start to shift restlessly, and a soft whimper escapes as I trail open-mouthed kisses along her hip bone, biting gently at the curve.
I go lower, spreading her thighs with my hands.
The soft inner skin quivers under my palms. Her soft, sweet pussy is already glistening as I settle between them and breathe deeply.
The scent of her intoxicates me, musky and sweet. My mouth begins to water.
I suck on that pink flower greedily until it becomes fat and swollen in my mouth. I know she could come any minute. She is that ready.
That is when I stop, and thrust into her with a deep, guttural groan.
The tight wet heat of her envelopes me, a perfect grip that pulls me in deeper.
The suddenness of my entry makes her gasp, but her walls stretch beautifully around my hardness.
She wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles at my back.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I fill her completely.
I pull back, almost all the way out, treasuring the drag, the way her taut muscles clench around my cock, trying to keep me inside.
I withdraw almost to the head of my cock, then I ram back in deep and brutal, ball deep.
Each thrust builds the heat, her moans syncing with mine, low and raw, the bed creaking under us in a steady rhythm.
My weight presses her into the mattress; her eyes flutter shut. The friction is intense, her wetness coating me, the sounds wet and lewd—slurping with each pull out, a slap when I drive back in. Her hands roam my back, nails scraping down in long trails that sting and spur me on.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder.
The new position opens her up wider, my cock plunging harder, the stretch making her cry out in a high and broken voice, as her body arches to meet me.
Breasts bouncing with the force, her moans turning to whimpers as I pound into her, the slap of skin on skin merciless.
I lean down to capture her mouth, tongues tangling as wild uninhibitedness takes over—no holding back, just raw need.
I roll her over and settle on my back as she straddles me.
She rides with true abandon, her hands on my chest for balance.
The sight of her above me, hair tumbling down, eyes locked on mine, breasts swaying with each movement, drives me insane.
It’s beautiful, and it’s filthy. My hands grip her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, urging her faster as she bounces on my dick.
She circles her pelvis in tight loops, and I buck up to meet her, the bed shaking under us.
On our sides next, spooned together with my arm around her waist, holding her close as I thrust from behind. The angle is intimate, my cock sliding deep with each roll of my hips, hitting her in a way that makes her gasp and push back against me, her ass pressing into my groin.
I kiss the nape of her neck, tasting the salt there, my free hand sliding down to circle her clit. Slow flicks with my fingers that make her body shake with pleasure. Our bodies are slick with sweat now, and her soft cries grow louder.
I shift her once more and get behind her with both of us on our knees. Her hands brace on the headboard as I drive forward from behind, my hands on her breasts—squeezing the full mounds, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she cries out with neediness.
The position lets me go harder, deeper, my cock pounding into her with forceful thrusts, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing loudly in the room.
Her moans turn to screams, high and broken, as I reach around to rub her clit faster, her body shuddering under me.
This is it. Just us, just gasps and grunts, my hardness filling her completely, and stretching her with every slam.
Her cries mingle with my groans, and the bed creaks under us like a rhythmic symphony that's getting louder, more frantic.
I feel her shatter around me first, her walls pulsing tight around my cock, squeezing in powerful waves that milk my cock until I follow, spilling into her with a shudder that leaves me boneless and gasping.
Hot jets flood her as I continue to thrust into her.
Again and again. My hands roam her body, slapping her ass to elicit tighter clenches around me.
Her eyes meet mine in the moonlight, wide, raw, and vulnerable as her body shatters around me in pulsing waves that grip my cock like a vice.
My own release crashes hard, and I spill inside her with a roar of satisfaction.
The shared wave of ecstasy leaves us gasping, clinging to each other, our bodies slick and entwined, our hearts pounding in unison.
We come so many times—over and over. Each release building on the last until we come one last time, locked together face to face on our sides.
Only then do we finally fall asleep in each other's arms, exhausted beyond words. My body wrapped protectively around hers, her head nestled on my chest.
The world outside doesn’t exist.