Chapter Thirty-One
Where had his innocent wife learned to do that?
Her tongue, her lips, and her mouth had all worked in unison to give him the best cocksucking of his life.
Of course, he would not question her skill; he’d simply enjoy that he was the beneficiary and accept his male hubris’ explanation—he was so damned handsome and charming, and his rod was so perfect, that her female instincts had told her what to do.
He must also keep in mind that he had devoured her delectable cunny so many times that perhaps she’d learned a few things about satisfying a lover along the way.
He sat up and reached for her, guiding her up the mattress until she lay beside him.
“Still need more time?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
He was about to say Unfortunately, I do, but his cock had awoken at the sound of her enticing voice taunting him and was already reaching for her.
“No,” he said.
“Good!” She pushed on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Locking her gaze on his, she straddled him as if she were riding a stallion.
Hell, yes!
Together they placed his tip at her entrance. She lifted her hips, then lowered herself onto him. He easily slid into her welcoming body.
He wanted to stretch her wide as she rode him hard and fast. Tup her until they both passed out. Fuck her until the world ended. He cupped her breasts, awestruck by how perfectly the soft mounds filled his hands.
Undulating, she threw her head back and moaned. When she finally met his gaze, she appeared to be intoxicated with lust. “You feel so good,” she said.
“You feel like heaven.” If heaven were hot, wet, and quivering.
Gen placed her palms on his chest. Leveraging her bodyweight, she slid up, then down. And up, then down again.
“Ride me, darling,” he demanded with a feral growl.
She brought herself down hard, throwing her head back as she cried out. She did it again, her cry even louder. Then again. And again…
The headboard crashed into the wall as she rocked harder, then faster. He’d be damned if he would do anything to stop her from chasing her pleasure, even if it meant they woke the entire household. Or that he came too soon.
Genevieve consumed him entirely. His heart belonged to her. His soul was lost without her. His body needed hers. She was above him and inside him—she was everywhere and everything. And… riding him to the edge of a cliff, both of them about to leap.
His balls tightened and his toes curled. As much as he didn’t care if they had a child, he would not take her pugilism dreams from her. He pushed her off him and then flung himself up and away from the precipice.
Magic kaboomed in a colorful explosion as together they soared.
*
Gen’s breath tickled his neck as her fingertip danced between his shoulder blades.
“Are you drawing on my back?” he asked.
She peeked over his shoulder. “Yes. Guess what I wrote?”
“I have no idea.” After their earth-shattering lovemaking, he was hardly in the mood to decipher or think, but her touch felt exquisite. “Write it again,” he said so that she would continue.
She complied, the feel of her writing both decadent and relaxing.
“Did you figure it out this time?” she asked.
“Again,” he said.
This time her finger moved more slowly. “Do you know?”
“No,” he said. “Again.”
“Pay attention,” she said, attempting to sound as if she was reprimanding him.
Hah! So be it, because he liked having a demanding woman in his bed. “If I can’t figure it out, will you draw on my back until I fall asleep?” he asked over his shoulder. “After all, I can’t read all that well.”
“Balderdash.” She giggled. “You just want me to scratch your back all night.”
“Obviously!” It didn’t take a scholar to deduce that. He rolled to face her. “Well, I massage your muscles after your hard training sessions.” He waggled his brow.
“Yes, you do, and you are quite good at it.” She placed her nose just inches from his. “I wrote I love you, Jonathan.”
He swallowed the lump of sentiment in his throat.
“Perhaps we can make this a new game,” she said.
Sounded perfect to him. “My skull is quite thick, so I need a lot of reading practice.”
“Your skull is perfectly perfect, as is the rest of you. Still, it shall be fun. We shall trade your massa for my writing messages.”
Everything about this woman made him smile.
He was so damn tired, but he had so many things he needed to say to her. “I love you too, Genevieve.” He kissed her forehead. “Thank you for never making me feel stupid.”
“Because you are quite intelligent. About people, about life, about the things that truly matter.”
Although he continued with his self-deprecating humor, he was starting to believe her. She was much too wonderful to be untruthful. “Thank you for never making me feel like a scoundrel for my indiscriminate past relationships.”
“You were just looking for someone to shower with love,” she said. “You know you are quite full of it. Love that is.”
He was full of a lot of things, but for now he’d accept her compliment. He kissed her cheek. “Thank you for marrying me. And for sharing my bed every night.”
“You have made me the happiest woman in the world. And your bed is quite cozy.”
Grinning, he nuzzled her nose. “And thank you for sucking my cock.”
“You do taste quite delicious.”
He kissed her lips, lingering a moment before pulling back to stare into those blue eyes that had stolen his heart. “Thank you for believing in me and making me a better man.”
“Oh, Jonathan.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
“How do you not see it? You have always been the best of men. Kind. Generous. Chivalrous. Standing up for those who need a champion. Not being a stellar student, and having some rakish tendencies in your past, do not negate any of that.”
“So let me get this straight,” he said. “You are the bravest woman in the world, and I am the best of men, and neither of us had any idea until fate threw us into each other’s paths?”
Her brow furrowed as she seemed to consider this. “I believe so,” she finally said. “Shall we get some sleep?”
“Of course. ’Tis exhausting to be this damn perfect.”
“Precisely,” she said with a giggle.
Smiling, he snuggled against his wife and closed his eyes.