“You read my mind.”
“I am rather intuitive.”
They started disrobing before they got to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing across the apartment. Naked, they tumbled onto the bed. She claimed his cock with a firm, proprietary grasp, stoking his need and thrilling his heart. They’d been forced to marry, but she chose him now—chose him over Soton.
Did satisfaction and triumph seem petty, immature? Perhaps, but it also filled him with gratitude. He didn’t require proof she loved him, but it didn’t hurt to have it.
She caressed his shoulders and the nape of his neck, playing with the curling hair. A wayward hand sneaked upward. His ears twitched and wiggled under her teasing.
He whispered, “Let’s see where you’re ticklish…” He brushed his lips over her throat.
“Nope, not ticklish.” She arched her neck for more. He moved to her breasts, rubbing his face against the soft moundsand teasing the nipples to pebble hardness. She moaned. “No…not ticklish.”
“Are you sure?” He suckled a tip.
She let out another moan.
He scooted lower. Her hands splayed out to protect her tummy before he got there. “Ah…found it.” He chuckled, his breath huffing against her flesh. He kissed around her hands and snaked his tongue between her fingers to touch her skin. She jerked, and he laughed but moved lower. He wouldn’t torment her—not that way, anyway.
With his mouth, he caressed the soft skin at the crease of her thighs then homed in on her pussy, taking his time, heightening her pleasure and delaying his own. He fluttered his tongue over her clit and then slipped one finger then a second into her channel. Her pussy gripped his fingers.
She arched. “You’re teasing…”
“Pleasing…” he corrected with a chuckle, but his balls had drawn up tight, and his erection throbbed.
She tugged at his hair, and it was all the inducement he needed, to do what he ached to do anyway.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he guided his cock to her entrance, rocking into her wet heat in a perfect union of body and spirit. She gripped him within her tight walls, her response unleashing his control. Nature took command, and his hips moved with a timeless rhythm. Muscles in his neck and face strained with the exquisite tension coiling in his body. Perspiration broke out on his face, stung his eyes.
“Love…you,” he panted.
She kissed his damp throat. “Love…you…back.”
Her orgasm triggered his, and there was no turning back, no turning away from the pleasure or the future. The tension snapped, hurtling him into a sea of sensation and emotion.Holding her tight, he rode the waves until the orgasmic tide deposited him gasping and depleted in the harbor of her arms.
He slumped and buried his face against her neck, breathing in the steamy scent of their union. He turned his head, and their mouths met in a wet, satisfying kiss.
He’d found his place in the world with her.
“When you apply yourself to a project, you really focus.”
At his chuckle of amusement, his softening cock slipped free. He rolled to his side and tucked her next to him.
“This time was the charm,” she murmured.
“Charm?”
“We conceived.” The certainty of her tone and word choice amused him. It was way too soon to tell. “How do you know?”
“Intuition.” She swirled her fingers over his hip. He felt her slightest touch deep under his skin.
His cock swelled as she continued to touch him. “What is your intuition telling you now?”
“That maybe we should hedge our bets?” She smiled.
“Youareintuitive.” He cupped her breast and kissed her.
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