Chapter 42 #2
At the first stroke of my tongue, a sharp cry leaves her. She lifts against me, offering more, while I hold her hips to the mattress and lick through the wet heat from entrance to clit, tasting salt, skin, and the desire she's carried into our bed.
Her fingers return to my hair.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. Nora pulls me closer, heels pressing into the backs of my shoulders. Every movement asks without words, so I stop denying her what she wants.
My lips close around the swollen peak.
Against my hands, her body tightens. I work one finger inside her, followed by a second, feeling her open while my mouth keeps slow pressure above them. Around the movement, she's slick and hot, each curl of my fingers bringing another broken sound from her.
The pace belongs to me now.
I keep her near the edge until her thighs begin to shake. When she tries to lift higher, I hold her down with my forearm across her hips, giving the same rhythm without mercy.
"Come," I tell her.
Nora does.
In strong pulses, her pussy closes around my fingers. A cry catches high in her throat while the rest of her body draws tight before releasing against my mouth. Through every contraction, I continue until her hand loosens in my hair.
When I rise, her wetness covers my lips.
Nora reaches for me. I go over her, bracing my weight above her while she pulls my mouth to hers.
She tastes herself and slides her hand between us to take my cock. "Now."
I guide the head through her wet folds. The pressure against her entrance makes both of us stop breathing.
"Look at me," I say.
Her eyes open.
"I'm looking."
I push inside her.
The first slow stroke draws me halfway into tight heat. Nora's fingers dig into my back. I hold there until her hips rise, taking more without waiting for a question.
I give it to her.
Around the rest of my cock, her body opens in a wet stretch until I reach the deepest point. At the meeting of our bodies, a rough sound leaves me. She wraps one leg high around my hip, bringing me closer.
For several breaths, I remain buried inside my wife. Remaining still inside her becomes its own unbearable pleasure, her body closed around mine while neither of us mistakes possession for permanence.
Over my back, her hands move while my arms frame her without trapping. She lies open to me by choice. Nothing about this can close the door I gave her.
I withdraw slowly, feeling every inch of her release me before I drive back in.
Nora moans against my mouth.
I set a deep pace that lets me watch her. Each thrust moves her breasts between us, nipples dark from my mouth. Her lips remain parted. Color rises along her throat as I fill her again, the soft skin below her navel moving between our bodies.
She meets every stroke.
Beneath us, the bed shifts quietly. Across her skin, linen remains cool where sweat hasn't warmed it, while firelight moves over my arms as I lower one hand between us.
My fingers find her clit.
Nora's back curves. "Harder."
I increase the pressure without changing the pace of my cock. Her pussy tightens around me, gripping on each withdrawal. The sensation threatens the restraint I want to give her, so I stop trying to make tenderness slow.
I push her right knee higher, opening her farther. The next thrust reaches the deepest point, making her cry my name.
"Again," she says.
I fuck her harder.
Twice, the headboard touches the wall. Down my back, Nora draws her nails as her body rises to take everything I give, my fingers working the rhythm that makes her lose her breath.
"This is what I wanted," she says.
The words tear through the last of my caution.
I catch her right wrist and pin it lightly beside her head. Her pupils widen. She tests my grip and turns her palm until our fingers lock together.
I kiss her as I drive into her.
Before she can tell me, her orgasm begins around my cock. One contraction grips hard, followed by another that pulls a groan from my throat. Breaking the kiss with a cry, Nora tightens her thighs around me while pleasure takes her body in waves.
I keep moving through them.
Each stroke drags another pulse from her until her grip weakens inside mine. My own climax gathers beyond restraint, heat drawing tight from my spine into my cock.
"Come inside me," she says.
The wedding-night words return without the wager, the deadline, or a contract waiting to expire. Desire has survived every meaning we forced upon it and arrived here with only itself to prove.
I release her wrist, gathering her against me.
One final thrust buries me as deeply as her body allows.
I come.
The first pulse spills hot inside her. My cock jerks with each release while Nora holds me between her thighs, keeping our bodies joined. Her name leaves me against her neck. I empty myself into her until the strain breaks, leaving my arms unsteady above her.
I remain still until my arms begin to shake.
Nora presses her mouth to my temple. Her fingers move slowly through the silver there.
"You can lie down," she whispers.
I turn us toward her right, keeping my cock inside while she settles against my chest. White linen gathers around our legs. Her skin is damp, soft everywhere my hands travel.
For a while, I listen to her breathing change. The hard edge leaves it first. Then the small catches disappear until each breath reaches me warm against my throat.
"Any pain?" I ask.
"No. I feel extremely well used, which I assume was the intention."
Her smile brushes my throat before the room quiets again.
When I withdraw, Nora shifts onto her back while I bring a warm cloth from the bathroom. I clean her without looking away from what we did and help her into one of my shirts. She buttons only the middle before climbing under the sheet.
I return with water and the plain crackers her doctor recommended for nights when nausea arrives without warning.
Nora drinks, eats two crackers, and presses the third to my mouth.
I take it.
She sets an alarm on her phone before placing it on the table beside our bed. "I have patients at eight," she says. "I'm taking my car."
I consider the hatchback that insults every part of my spine. "It will be ready."
Nora turns off the lamp.
Her body finds mine under the sheet, one hand settling over my heart. When sleep takes her, she is still turned toward me.
At six, her alarm will wake us for the life she fought to keep.