Page 38 of Married to Number 22
And a moment after that…
I moan, my head falling back against the stairs with athunk.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers lacing into my hair, cushioning my skull, the head of his cock notched at my entrance, barely an inch of his length inside me.
“More,” I command, squirming against the pleasurable intrusion—big and hard and yet not nearly enough.
He doesn’t argue, just flexes his hips, gaining another inch inside me.
I moan again, and this time he joins me, his eyes going to half-mast, sweat glistening on his forehead, the muscles on his chest and shoulders and abs standing out in sharp relief?—
“More?” he asks.
“More,” I say again as I wrap a leg around his waist, arching my back, rocking my pelvis, my hips meeting his careful forward movements and allowing him to sink even deeper, so deep that I’ve gained all of him, that I’m so full of him I can barely speak, barely think, barely move.
“Good?” he asks.
“Big,” I push out, the word a struggle because I’ve never felt so full, so possessed, so under a man’s control.
He grins. “You can handle it.”
My pussy begins to relax and even as I begin testing the intrusion of him, hips continuing to rock gently against the impressive length of his erection, the sass that’s always a deep well inside me makes itself known. It’s a miracle I can feel something aside fromfull, something aside from the micro-currents of sensation transforming into sparks of pleasure.
I know it won’t be long now.
So, I take advantage of my brain working for the moment.
And draw on that sass.
“As long asyouknow how to handle it,” I tease him.
Unfortunately, the joke’s power is undermined a bit by the fact that I’m a little breathless and that I’m grinding against him and also that my eyes are practically rolling into the back of my head because Aiden is beautiful and wonderful and his dick feels fuckingincredible.
His grin turns wolfish, sending spasms through me. “What makes you think I can’t handle it, tiny tornado?”
“I don’t know,” I huff out, rocking faster, the sparks of pleasure increasing in magnitude, dragging me closer and closer to the edge. “The fact that you’re packing a weapon down there?”
He chuckles and…yeah, I’m going to come.
And the man isn’t even fucking me yet.
What the hell is happening right now?
My lungs work, drawing in staccato breaths. My pulse hammers through my veins, pounds against the backs of my ears. My mind is spinning, trying to make sense of the cacophony of sensations.
And then I decide…
Quantifying it doesn’t matter.
Comparing it to anything I’ve experienced before won’t work.
This isAiden.
It will always bemorewith him.
And that’s always been the problem.
A bolt of worry slices through me, honing down the sharp edges of my desire, “I?—”
