30. abbi #3
When we’re like this, our connection transcends everything—time, space, gravity …
the universe—and reminds me of the early days of our marriage.
That’s not true. This is deeper, more connected.
There’s an honesty between us now that allows us to be completely vulnerable, and it’s … it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I pull my mouth away, ready to beg, but he knows me so well.
Slowly, teasingly, he slides out of me, only leaving the tip.
We both groan at the headiness of the sensation.
I’ve already come once, leaving Nix at a disadvantage.
He must be dying to come, but he stays true to his quest—to drive me insane with need. The man is a master of self-control.
Always has been.
And nothing’s changed.
I may have to beg after all.
His eyes lock onto mine, concentration etched in the creases between his eyebrows and the tightness of his jaw.
He’s holding on by a thread. He may appear composed, as if he has everything in hand, but his desperation is growing by the minute, and I want to push him over the edge.
I want to watch him unravel in spectacular fashion, the way I just did.
His eyes never leave mine as he pushes back inside, and I tighten my hold around his shoulders as I squeeze my pelvic floor—thank you, Kegels.
The groan that vibrates against my lips is animalistic. “You’re a witch,” he grumbles. I chuckle at that, tightening my core around him, and another groan vibrates from his chest. “Fuck.”
I nuzzle against him. “But I’m the best witch, right?” I ask with a smile in my voice. He pushes all the way to the hilt, and it’s my turn to moan.
He teases my lips with small licks and nips. “The very best, Abs. Always.”
“Then move,” I beg. I try to press my hips up, but he holds firm, his weight immovable.
His dick rests inside me, and he kisses me deeply.
He’s in no hurry. My fingers scrabble for purchase against his shoulder blades, my short nails dragging across his heated skin.
I’m sure I’ll leave marks. He moves his tongue in the same way I wish he’d move his hips, but he doesn’t relent.
I resign myself to submitting to him, and every muscle in my body relaxes while simultaneously drawing tight in anticipation.
“Your pussy is perfection,” he mumbles against my lips.
The tension in his thighs shifts slightly before he finally moves.
With excruciating slowness, he drags his hips away from me, then pushes back in.
Every inch of him slides along every inch of me, sparking pleasure that I know will only grow.
His tongue strokes mine with a fierceness that I love as he rolls his hips with careful control.
I readjust my hold around his shoulders so I can move my hips in time with his.
Sweat coats our bodies as we move together in a slow, synchronized dance that’s as innate as breathing.
Our mouths separate, but remain close, and every breath Nix breathes is mine.
His hips continue to roll in a steady advance and retreat that gently reignites the fire he stoked in me earlier.
It builds and burns, my blood heating and crackling.
Every stroke in and out sends sizzling sparks throughout my limbs.
My muscles draw tight, coiling and constricting.
Small puffs of air burst out of me as Nix holds my eyes, making me hotter … making me burn brighter. He deftly stokes the fire building, groaning into my mouth as my walls begin to tighten around him.
He dips his head into the crook of my neck, kissing my fluttering pulse with a gentleness that almost makes me cry. His hot breath brushes over my shoulder, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. My hips follow his, keeping up easily.
I just need a little more.
I scratch my nails down Nix’s spine, not holding back. My breaths pant in his ear, small moans and mewls escaping with every thrust of his hips. My heart pounds as if I’ve run into a burning building as the muscles in my core tighten further.
Nix’s hips press against mine, stilling inside me, and I feel the telltale pulse of his cock inside. “Fuuck!” He grunts against my shoulder. His jaw tightens as he grits his teeth through his climax and feeling him come is enough to give me the final push I need to fall into oblivion with him.
I cry out his name as I spin and fall. Breaking apart, blowing into a million pieces like ash in the wind. My muscles grow lax, exhaustion engulfing me as I try to catch my breath. Nix’s mouth covers mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.
He’s lost his finesse, and I love it.
I love it when he loses control.
When he’s vulnerable with me.
It’s really all I ever want.
I lightly score my nails across the slabs of muscle beneath my hands in a mesmerizing pattern. Our skin cools, and I shiver.
Nix slows our kiss to light pecks and pulls away, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. He brings his hands up, brushing my tangled mop of hair away from my face. “You’re cold.”
I shake my head, not wanting to break this moment. If I admit to feeling cold, he’ll move off me and cover me with the blankets. I’d rather have him sleep on top of me all night, acting as my own personal furnace.
He chuckles softly and leans down to kiss the tip of my nose, his eyes full of love for me. “Don’t lie to me.” He twists slightly, as if preparing to climb off me.
I tighten my arms around him and refasten my legs around his waist. “Just give me a little longer,” I breathe.
He freezes momentarily, then his mouth crashes down on mine.
His tongue strokes inside, and I press my hips up into his, ensuring he stays inside me even though he’s softening.
He gets my message and presses his full weight back down onto me, ensuring our skin touches everywhere.
Fingers tighten in my hair, and he moans into my mouth.
I swallow it down and match it with one of my own.
I lose all track of time and place, floating in this euphoric space where all that matters is kissing Nix.
Tasting him.
Feeling him.
Enjoying him.
Giving and taking.
Reconnecting.
After what could be hours, he pulls away, and I release my legs from around his hips. We both wince as he slips from my body. I loosen my hold around his shoulders and cup his bristly cheeks. We both grin, our eyes sparkling with happiness.
He kisses the tip of my nose, then presses his forehead to mine as he watches me. His eyes devour every millimeter of my face. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers harshly, his voice full of emotion.
“So are you.”
He chuckles, his body vibrating against mine. “You mean handsome, right?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Sure.”
Satisfied with my answer, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips, then climbs out of the bed.
A shiver racks my body, so he quickly covers me with the blankets, then disappears into the bathroom.
I hear the water running, and I smile to myself.
My eyes drift closed, and I let myself sink into the mattress, my muscles heavy.
“Here, let me clean you up, then you can sleep,” he whispers, lifting the blankets and opening my legs.
I watch him on the brink of sleep as he tends to me, cleaning both of our orgasms from me. Once he’s finished, he tosses the washcloth across the room, and I hear a splat as it lands on the tiled floor of the bathroom.
He taps my hip. “Roll to the other side, I’ll take the wet spot.”
A sleepy smile touches my lips as I roll across the bed and lie on my side, facing the wall with the adjoining door to the other room.
Nix’s warm body wraps around me from behind, and he pulls the covers over both of us.
I relax as his arms come around my body, cocooning me in his embrace, his legs cradling mine from behind, the hairs tickling my thighs.
“Sleep well, beautiful,” he whispers, then kisses the back of my head.
I hum with contentment. Tangling my fingers with his, I whisper, “Stay with me.”
He kisses me again, and I press back into him, completely relaxed and sated. Happy he’s going to stay the night with me.