Page 92 of Sticks and Stones
It shoved her over the edge, and she came so hard that Chris had to balance her from falling from his lap.
Now, he had a problem.
He.
Was.
Wild.
Before she could surface from the pleasure, Chris placed her over the arm of the couch, and kept his promise.
He took her ass.
Driving into her, she bucked and shouted his name. With her arms behind her back, held by him, Chris enjoyed the view of his woman being taken, and the cherry red of her cheeks.
“Fuck!” he muttered.
Chris wasn’t going to last long.
With each new exploration of sex they had together, it was always too much for him. She was tightening down on his cock, and he was lost.
The eruption was swift, and he exploded apart, filling her ass with his cum.
All around him, the room spun.
It was when he pulled out and dropped to the couch that his woman did the same. Resting on him, they both tried to catch their breaths.
Finally, Chris spoke.
“I love picnics.”
It made her laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
How could it not?
It always seemed that their romantic plans went wayward, and sex took over.
Not that either were complaining. For a couple out of the honeymoon phase, they were still incredibly attracted to each other.
“Mmmmm. Me too,” she admitted, cuddling against him when he pulled her into his body. When she winced, she reassured him. “I’m good. Ass is sore,” she offered.
Oh, he bet.
“Then you shouldn’t test your husband,” he said, grinning. “I’ll spank that ass because it was clear your parents never did.”
She snorted.
Yeah, well, she liked it when he did it. The parent thing was a whole other story.
“Thank you for the lunch break,” he admitted. “It was the best kind to have.”
On that, she agreed.
“Well, if you need me for a post-meeting break, you know how to get me,” she said, knowing she had to leave him alone so he could wrap up his Leonard Industries work for the day.
