King Tomb (Forever Evermore, #3)(57)
I nodded, and I gripped his hands tighter, and I knew…yep, as soon as I tilted my hips, rubbing firmly against his pelvic bone, I shuddered and screamed, flying again. Hearing him shout, I felt his mouth land on mine, his slick tongue driving into meet mine, and I whimpered in my haze, tilting my head and meeting each of his thrusts by both his tongue and his cock, wanting both to be deep as I quivered under him, warmth suffusing my limbs.
He ate at my mouth, the strokes ravenous, starving, and I felt him tremble against me, our slick bodies rubbing sensually. Chest heaving, he shouted against my lips and slammed his cock so deep I screamed with him, jerking as I felt his hot cum shooting inside me, his cock pumping as he shook violently on top of me, his lips still on mine, his tongue still demanding, thrusting deeply. Moaning at the sensations, I kept my legs wrapped tight around him and gripped his hands as hard as he was mine and held him close, uncaring that both of us were leaving bruises.
And he didn’t stop there, doing as he said he would do.
Even though our heartbeats hadn’t even begun to calm, our aftershocks barely through, he pulled out of me and lowered his mouth to my flesh.
“Is there something you need?” the green-eyed devil purred quietly against my ear as he thrust into me firmly but gently from behind. On my knees, my hands dug under his pillows to press against the headboard. I whimpered against the plush black pillow, trying to push against his fingers more firmly where he had wrapped his arm around and under my waist, his fingers teasing my clit endlessly, taking me to the edge…only to stop before I got there, tormenting me. “I’m about to cum…and you know what I want…” He gently massaged with his fingers, making me jerk and moan, driving his hips against mine harder. His body began to tighten around me, proving he wasn’t lying. “Say it, sweetheart, and I’ll take you with me.”
He had made good on his word, tasting every part of my flesh, and already having given me the two orgasms earlier, and then another one with his damn talented mouth and tongue and fingers. But he had been going at it slow this time. He was building my orgasm to a fever pitch, so I trembled under him in need, a literal haze beginning to blind me. I shouted in frustration, again trying to press more firmly against him, but he only gripped my hip tighter with his free hand, groaning a chuckle, his body starting to tremble.
“Asshole,” I groaned low.
Again, he chuckled gently, his chest vibrating against my back. “That’s not the word I want,” he rumbled, biting my shoulder — without fangs, since I hadn’t offered up my blood — his thrusting cock pumping faster inside me. “I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, shaking my head back and forth, feeling his cock stretch my slick channel to perfection. I shouted when he started rubbing faster with his fingers…only to f*cking stop. “Fine…fine…I’ll say it.” I thrust my hips back. “Just stop toying with me.”
“Now.” A harsh demand. “Say it.”
“Fine,” I groaned. “Baby. There. Now do it! Please, baby.”
“Fucking right, wife,” he growled low as he drove into me more forcefully, his steady drives altering to a more hammering rhythm as he shouted my name, filling me repeatedly, the friction mesmerizing and making me scream as he pinched my clit firmly and rubbed in solid and quick motions like his cock.
We both stilled at the same time, and I shoved back against him as he slammed his hips against mine, sliding further inside my channel’s depths. Our shouts sounded in unison as we fell over the edge, our pleasure consuming us, a sensual mist shrouding me in flames of warmth as my channel pulsed in time to his cock pumping his hot cum deep inside me. Our bodies trembled against each other in mutual pleasure. Bit by bit, we slid flush to the bed’s satin sheet, our chests heaving and heart rates slowly lowering.
Half passed out in pleasure and exhaustion, I barely heard him whisper against my ear, “You’re all mine, sweetheart.”
With his body’s warmth crushing my backside in a comfortable way, I tilted my head a smidge and yawned. Eyes closed, on the edge between awareness and sleep, I murmured, “And you’re my husband.” I yawned again, snuggling the side of my face into the pillow. “All mine, baby.”
And blessedly sated, I went under, unconsciousness taking hold, and he lifted away from me, the action feeling like a dream itself. His heat was gone for only a moment before it returned next to me as he furrowed his hand under the pillow my head rested on and slid my wedding ring back onto my thumb with a slightly cautious kiss to my damp forehead.
Chapter Eleven
Waking to the sound of an alarm clock buzzing, I yawned. Then I froze when I felt what was, by all accounts, a hot, naked body lying behind me — actually spooning my own naked frame — reach over me and slam their arm down, the thwack of flesh smacking plastic sounding.
The alarm stopped.
Startled, my eyes flying wide open, I viewed my surroundings as I scented the air. The most potent smell was that of the man burrowing his arm back under the black blanket over us and running his warm palm down my arm to my hand and entwining our fingers so that our thumb rings, our wedding rings, rested against each other. It was Ezra, my husband, and slowly the memory of last night filtered through the haze of sleep I lingered in. Sighing softly, I relaxed a smidge, even if still a little apprehensive of what this day after our carnal events of last night might bring, and I snuggled more firmly against his heated body.