Chapter 28 Presley #2
It usually takes me forever to come like this, but that single tongue flick and I’m already starting to feel that delicious fluttering deep in my belly.
He does exactly what I ask, staying exactly where I told him, and when I start grinding my hips against his face, he lets out the sexiest groan.
“Oh fuck, Hollis.” My orgasm starts to build. “I’m gonna come.”
His arms tighten around my thighs, and then they start to shake as the orgasm hits me. I cry out his name, my legs clamping around his head as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.
When I come back to earth, Hollis is staring up at me with glossy lips and a contented smile. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
“Ever?” I level him with a mischievous grin. “That was pretty tame.”
He shakes his head, still grinning ear to ear. “Don’t mess with me right now. My inner caveman is feeling very possessive.”
I run my thumb along his bottom lip, still wet from me. His eyes flare with heat. “I noticed. Where did my sweet best friend go?”
He climbs off the bed, and I watch as his thumbs slip under the waistband of his athletic shorts. “I’ll always be your best friend, Pres. But right now, I’m your husband, and I really need to fuck you.”
His shorts fall to the floor.
Oh damn. I mean, I knew he was well-endowed based on the towel incident a few weeks ago, and he wasn’t even hard then, but I had no idea—
“Pres, you’re staring.”
“Yeah.” My lips quirk. “There’s a lot to stare at.”
“Was that a dick joke?” He gets back on the bed and slowly crawls up my body.
“Maybe.”
That boyish grin returns as he leans in to kiss me, but he suddenly stops himself. Eyes wide, he says, “Shit. I don’t have any condoms. Seemed kind of presumptuous before. But now—”
“I don’t either. I threw all mine out when—”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “We are not bringing his name into our marital bed.”
I snort. “Marital bed?”
His eyes crinkle at the corners. “We’re married. This is our bed. What the fuck else do we call it?”
“I just like that it’s ours.”
His expression instantly softens. “Yeah, me too.”
“I’m on birth control,” I offer as an alternative. “And I’ve been tested.”
I don’t elaborate. He doesn’t need or want the details, but I got tested regularly when I was dating Jace. I didn’t trust him.
Probably should have been a red flag, huh?
“So have I.” He doesn’t elaborate either, but follows it up with. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t exactly plan on being with anyone else. Do you?”
He leans down, his gaze meeting mine. “No. This is it for me, Pres. You are it for me.”
He kisses me again. It’s soft at first. Slow. But eventually our need for each other takes over, and neither of us can wait any longer.
I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.
“Lift your hips,” he instructs, shoving a pillow under my ass to raise me up. I watch as he strokes himself, beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. Someday, I’m going to give him the blow job of his life, but right now, I just want him to bury himself in me.
When he lines himself up, his eyes track every detail like he’s trying to memorize it.
But then those green eyes find mine as he pushes inside.
“Fuck,” we both groan.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes. It’s just a lot.”
A cocky smirk tugs at his lips. “You say the sweetest fucking things, wife.” Then he captures my lips in another scorching kiss. He pushes in deeper.
It feels exquisite. But I need—
“More,” I beg. “I need all of you, Hollis.”
He gives me a fierce kiss on my forehead before he pushes his hips forward and slides all the way home. We both groan. “You have all of me, Pres. You always have.”
He gives our bodies time to adjust, peppering me with kisses. I run my hands up and down his muscular thighs. I reach around to grab his round, perfect ass.
Every touch feels intentional. Every kiss has meaning, like we’re getting to know each other all over again in an entirely new way.
Our eyes lock, and he starts to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, like he’s teasing me. He slides my hands above my head and then pins them with one of his. His fingers lace with mine, and I feel the cool metal of his wedding ring rub against mine.
That’s way fucking hotter than it should be.
He picks up the pace and does this crazy little hip thing that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. After that and the earth-shattering oral he gave me, I’m starting to wonder if my husband is some sort of sexpert.
Oh no. Seriously wrong train of thought to have right now.
“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no,” he says, slowing his movements.
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Because it’s written all over your face.” His hand ghosts up my ribcage to cradle my face. “It’s never been like this with anyone else. It’s just you. Just us.”
I kiss him hard. He groans, grabbing my waist and in one fluid motion, switching our positions.
I pull him toward me so we’re face-to-face.
My legs straddle his. His hands circle my waist as I start to move, slowly at first until I’m riding his dick so hard my tits are bouncing, and the bed is shaking.
“Yes,” I cry out. We’re both panting and moaning so much, I’m surprised none of the neighbors haven’t pounded on the walls.
“I need you to come, Pres. I’m not going to last much longer with you riding my dick like that.”
“Touch me.”
He doesn’t need any further instructions.
He just slips a hand between us and starts working my clit.
The extra stimulation is exactly what I need.
I come so hard, I see stars. While I’m still riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm, Hollis flips us, and I find myself on my back, being fucked just like he promised.
He pushes my knees up to my chest and pounds into me. I think I scream “Oh god!” at least a dozen times. It’s that fucking good. I don’t know how, but it prolongs my orgasm.
That familiar feeling deep in my belly starts to flutter.
“Oh my god,” I cry out. “I think I’m gonna come again.”
He just grins.
This time, he comes with me. I watch in fascination as his whole body tenses, and he lets out a low guttural groan. When he calls out my name at the end, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.