Page 99 of Pretend Wife
“Hayden…”
“Lie down,” I ordered.
She made a sound of protest, but she did as she was told.
“Good girl.”
A shiver claimed her whole body, and my lips curved up in a slow smile. She could lie to us both all she wanted, but she couldn’t hide the way her body reacted to me. Danielle was one of the strongest people I knew, but she loved giving up control to me in bed. Even more, she loved the praise and ways I rewarded her for her obedience.
I lowered my lips to her stomach, sliding my tongue over her skin and circling her belly button until she was squirming beneath me before moving up toward her breasts. Her nipples were peaked and begging for attention. I swept my tongue over one and then blew on it softly, relishing in the way goose bumps broke out over her flesh.
“Stop being a tease and fuck me,” she begged.
I chuckled, sucking her other nipple into my mouth. “So impatient.”
“Hayden, please.”
All my resistance snapped as if she’d cut right through it with a knife. She could get me to do anything with that one word. It was impossible to deny her.
It took me mere seconds to strip her panties and my clothes and position myself between her legs, my cock nudging against her hot, wet entrance.
My eyes found hers. It was like drowning in warm whisky, and I didn’t care to ever resurface. When we were like this, everything was perfect. The rest of the world faded away and it was just us. Nothing mattered except her and me and the pleasure we brought each other.
Our eyes stayed locked as I sank home, her body stretching to welcome me in.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “You feel like heaven.”
She gave me a soft, somewhat amused smile. “How do you know what heaven feels like?” She reached up to brush the hair back from my forehead, her fingers leaving a path of tingles behind. It didn’t matter how many times I was inside her, how many times she touched me, it never failed to make my body come alive.
“It feels like you. There’s no other possibility.” A part of me had known it from the beginning. She was the only prize I’d ever wanted at the end of the road. She was my salvation and my reason all at once.
I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep, my tongue meeting hers in languid strokes. She tasted like sugar, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I ran the fingers of my other hand over her bare skin, pausing on the places I knew she was most sensitive, drinking in her small gasps and reveling in the way she arched beneath me.
Her hips lifted, searching for more friction, and I groaned into her mouth as bolts of pleasure shot from my groin and up my spine.
I pulled back to look at her again, soaking in every one of her features as I began to rock slowly in and out of her. She was mine. My wife, my deliverance, my reason for breathing, the person who gave my life meaning. And I needed her to know it, tofeelit.
My thrusts turned deeper, but I kept them slow, reverent. This wasn’t about fucking or even pleasure. It was about loving the woman who had turned my world upside down and made me want things I’d never even believed in.
Everything about the moment was intoxicating, from the feel of her warm walls around my cock to the taste of her skin to her wildflower scent. If I could find a way to freeze time, I would. I wanted to live here in her arms, buried in her wet heat, for the rest of my life.
Danielle’s fingers trailed over my arms and back, her nails biting into my skin whenever I hit that spot deep inside her. She looked at me with a kind of awe, like she couldn’t believe I was real.
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve that look on her face, but I was going to try to earn it. This amazing, strong, beautiful woman had chosen me, and I didn’t want her to think I took that for granted.
I dropped my forehead to hers as our bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both exhilarating and drove me insane with the need for more.
“Kiss me,” she breathed.
I didn’t need to be told twice, claiming her mouthwith mine and getting drunk on her taste, on her feel, onher.
My speed picked up, and she met me thrust for thrust. Her walls tightened around me like she was trying to keep me inside her.
“Fuck,” I said against her lips. “You feel too good, baby. I want this to last longer, but I don’t think I can.”
I snaked one hand between us, my thumb finding her bundle of nerves and swirling tight circles around it.
