Summer Snow.
She looked his way, and her heart did a double thump behind the wall of her chest as she rubbed her thumb over the back of the ring on her finger. He wanted to get married. Officially. Soon. She loved his enthusiasm, but she didn’t need a ceremony or a piece of paper to make things official.
She loved him. Every bossy, sexy, over-the-top protective inch of him. And a marriage certificate couldn’t give her more than he already had. Himself. No artifice, no games, no half-truths. Jamie on the surface was who he was at his core. A good man. Her man. She didn’t need more.
Except for sex. She needed more sex. A lot more.
He caught her staring and cocked a brow. She answered with a grin.
A strawberry flew across the table, hitting him in the pec. He snagged it before it could hit the floor. “Get a room,” Gray said. “There’s women and children here.”
* * *
“God damn,your pussy was made to ride my cock.” Hands clamped around her small waist. His thumbs pressed into the dimples at her back. Jamie lay in their bed, shoulders propped against the pillows as he watched his dick slide in and out of Summer’s hot cunt.
Her back to him, she had one hand pressed against his thigh for balance, the other she used to rub her clit while she bounced up and down, taking what she wanted. What she needed. And he loved it. The way she fucked, chasing her orgasm—pleasuring herself without reservation—turned him on.
“It feels so good.” She moaned and bent over, changing the angle and giving him a nice view of her ass. And Christ, he damn near came too soon.
“We need to get you some butt plugs,” he panted, rocking his hips while she ground herself against him.
“Can we get some beads too?”
About to blow a load, his grip tightened, and he groaned. “Baby, we can get anything you want.”
“Oh God! I’m going to come.” Her back arched, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back while he rammed his cock home. “Yes!” She lifted onto her knees, her tight pussy sliding along the full length of his shaft until his head almost slipped free. “More.”
“You want more?” He thrust into her, his pelvis smacking against her ass as she dropped her weight, the erotic sound of flesh on flesh in the sun-filled room making his balls constrict and his dick twitch.
“Yes!”
“You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes!”
“Then you better hang on with both hands,” he said, bending his knees and planting his feet into the mattress for more leverage. “Because this ride’s about to get rough.” He hammered into her, his hips bucking, his cock fucking.
She cried out, and her pleasure music to his ears, he gave her what she begged for. “Come for me, baby.” He buried himself deep—driving into her over and over—again and again. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my dick while you milk me dry.”
He let go of her hair, and placing his hands back on her hips, he slammed home, pulling her down onto his cock with a force strong enough to rock the bed. “This orgasm is mine.” Slam. “Give it to me.” Slam. “Now, Summer.” Slam.
She cried out as she came apart, and with her pussy clamped around his dick, he let himself go over the edge right along with her, a headlong tumble he never wanted to recover from.
Chests heaving, muscles trembling, and hearts racing, neither one of them could move while his balls worked overtime at filling her. Pulse after pulse, her pussy squeezed him from root to tip, and he was home.
They were safe. Together. Spent. And with their daughter napping in the next room, he couldn’t be happier. Yeah, the future remained unknown, the possibility of a global catastrophe real, but they had each other. At this moment—right here, right now—nothing else mattered.
“Oh God,” Summer mumbled, collapsing into a ball, her breasts coming to rest against his thighs as his cock twitched in appreciation at the sight of her ass spread open in front of him. “We’re going to need to change the sheets again.”
“We should probably get an extra set or two.” He smoothed his hands over the skin of her cheeks, digging his thumbs in and giving her a massage. She moaned, and careful to keep her weight off his knee, she pushed her ass back toward him. “Feel good, baby?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, and he could swear the earth moved when she nailed him with her baby blues. “Everything we do together feels amazing.”
“Good.” He grinned and gave her ass a light smack.
“Is this normal?” She kissed his bad knee before sliding off his cock.
“My knee?”
