Page 39 of Married to Number 22
But then he speaks, his voice husky, his cock inside me twitching, his lipsoh so closeto mine, “Well then, my tiny tornado, I think you’re about to find out.”
He pairs the last word with a thrust that steals my breath away, and I arch back against the stairs, my head dropping to one of the treads again, my legs wrapping tightly around his hips.
We both groan.
“Good,” he grunts.
“Great,” I correct on a moan.
“The fucking best.”
“Yes!”
To that and the sensations rippling through me as he thrusts hard and fast, driving into me, over and over again.
It’s not anything like what I’ve had before—slow caresses and a slow build, gentle strokes and long, drugging kisses.
I liked that. Thought it waseverythingI liked.
This though?—
It’s rough. It’s intense. It’s almost overwhelming.
It’s…
The fucking best.
More than I anticipated, more than I dreamed I could have, more than I think I can take.
Except, somehow with Aiden IknowI can handle it.
Can handle even more.
And he doesn’t fail to give it to me.
“Oh, my God!” I cry as he drives harder. “Oh, my?—”
It’s there.Rightthere. Right freakingthere?—
“Aiden!”
I come apart and I barely have the chance to watch his gorgeous face as he does the same before my vision blurs and I’m riding the waves of my pleasure, sinking into the glorious oblivion, going limp and lazy and lax.
I stay that way for what might be seconds or hours or decades.
But it only takes one sentence from him to have that disappearing like so much smoke.
He brushes his lips over mine then lifts his head, eyes locking on to mine.
“Now, sweetheart, you’re going to tell me what’s really going on with the marriage contract.”
Fifteen
Aiden
So…maybenot thebesttime to ask mere minutes after the best orgasm of my life—especially if I want another one at some point in the near future.
And I fuckingdowant another one, a hundred, a thousand more.
