Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
The longer we kissed, the antsier we became. Connor’s hands roamed my body, running them up the outsides of my thighs, stopping to feel the curve of my ass then sliding them up my back and pulling me, so our bodies were flush against each other.
His tongue touched mine and I couldn’t help it. I started to move, rocking against him. If the tiny sounds coming from the base of his throat were anything to go by, Connor liked that very much.
I felt overly stretched. The ache I felt began to mix with pleasure, swirling through my body like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, a rainbow of color bursting behind my eyes. The feeling of fullness was driving me wild. Every time he thrust into me, I saw stars.
It didn’t take long for our tempo to increase and before long, we were panting into each other’s mouths. Connor pushed up into me, gripping my ass cheek’s hard enough to bruise and I could nothing more than whimpered. Biting his lip, he stared at me through hooded eyes and when he smacked my ass, the sudden mix of pleasure and pain did something to me.
It was different, this feeling. An intensity I didn’t know existed surrounded me.
It was wild.
Without prompting, I elevated myself to a sitting position, placed my hands against Connor’s stomach and rode him, lifting then dropping myself down onto his length. And Connor’s face bunched as he let out a long moan. “Shit, yes. Ride me, baby.”
I did. I did it eagerly, frantically, reaching for the edge of the fall I knew was coming. I wanted to be thrown from the very top and drown myself in it.
I fucked Connor. I fucked him hard. Harder than I thought I could. And when I felt the telltale prickles rushing down my spine, I began to slow. “Oh, God,” I whispered, fighting to breathe.
Connor gripped my hips and moved me. The grinding motion pulled a pained moan from me as my clit lightly glanced his skin. The friction was all I needed. My entire body began to quake and I swallowed hard, a gentle whine escaping me. “Connor.”
“I know, baby. I feel it,” he breathed as he continued to rock me. “Kiss me.”
I bent at the waist and felt myself fall just as Connor crushed his lips against mine. He kissed me deeply, passionately, and I placed a hand at his chest for leverage. When he thrust up into me, I gasped and stilled, my mouth gaping slightly.
My core pulsed uncontrollably, milking Connor, and pure bliss flowed through me.
“Yes, baby. Fuck.” As I rode out my orgasm, Connor’s thrusting turned violent. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come.” He found my lips once more just as his hips jerked fitfully. Connor groaned into my mouth, his body clenched tightly, and then he stilled and stopped breathing. His shaft throbbed inside me and I basked in the glow of finally making love to my husband.
Connor kept his eyes closed as he lowered us both to the covers. He held himself inside me while his arms held me to him and as he ran light fingers over my skin, I realized our connection was complete. We had come full circle. And I couldn’t be happier.
Our faces close, when my sleepy eyes met his, he snuffled out a soft laugh. “That was fire, baby.”
It was and I couldn’t help the light chuckle that left me. “And to think we could have been doing this every single night.”
Connor’s smile turned into a grin. “We are going to be doing this every single night, day, and all hours in between.”
“Good,” I uttered as my smile softened. Lifting them, I cupped his cheeks in my hands and pressed soft, sleepy kisses to his mouth. His full lips accepted all I had to give and without fear or hesitation, I told him, “I’m ready to start wearing my ring again.”
Connor’s eyes widened at that. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, kissing him again and again. When he sighed and tightened his arms around me, I looked at him, searching his face. My question was softly spoken. “Are you happy, honey? Like, really happy?”
His eyes held a warmth I now knew was strictly reserved for me and he did not hesitate. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” His smiling eyes waned. “Are you happy?”
The smile I gave him was wide and unabashed. “Blissfully.”
His hand slid down my back to cup my one taut cheek. He looked as relaxed as I’d ever seen him. “Are we gonna have kids someday?”
“I hope so,” I replied honestly because the thought of having naughty boys who looked just like their dad was something my heart craved.
Connor’s tender expression told me he liked the sound of that. When he reached up and ran his fingertips down my cheek, he exhaled, “Emmy Clash, my beautiful wife, what a rollercoaster we’ve been on, huh?”