Page 51 of Clear Shot
There are no betterwords in the English language than a beautiful woman begging you to fuck her. Especially when said woman is your wife.
I angle my hips and thrust deep, not bothering with finesse because we’ve both waited too damn long for this. Since the first time I saw her at a team party, before I realized she was Johan’s sister, I knew I would someday get to fuck her. I just never dreamed she’d be my wife when it happened.
And it’s even better than anything I could have fantasized.
Her tight, wet cunt envelopes me, drawing me in deeper and deeper until I’m completely lost. Buried to the hilt, hard little nipples poking me in the chest, big blue eyes glazed over with heat and lust.
If I died right now, my only regret would be that I only got to do this once.
“God damn, baby, you’re so fucking hot…” I breathe against her mouth, trying to slow down, draw this out, make sure she gets off first.
“Harder,” she whispers, leaning up to nip my lower lip.
“Yeah?” I slam my hips into her, bottoming out.
“Mmm, yes.” She hooks her feet around my back, pulling me even closer. “Kiss me like you’re fucking me, Aiden.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I thrust my tongue back into her mouth as I grind my hips into hers, picking up speed. She digs her nails into my back and the pinpricks of pain urge me on, make me want to hurt her like she’s hurting me—in the best way possible.
She makes a sound, a cross between pleasure and what I can only describe as a burning need for more, and I drive into her again and again and again. I want to take my time and learn my way around her body but it’s too late for that.
“Yes yes yes!” Her scream isn’t loud but it comes from deep within.
“Hana!” Pleasure rolls down my spine and explodes out of me with so much ferocity the headboard bangs against the wall a few times.
My cock pulses inside her a few times until I collapse, completely spent.
It was quick but intense.
More than intense—this was absolute nirvana.
I can’t even explain how good it was.
“Damn,” she murmurs, her pussy still fluttering around me. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
“I dunno,” I respond, lifting my head so I can kiss her. “Dumb, I guess.”
Her eyes are closed as she kisses me back, and I drop my forehead to hers. “I really hope we didn’t break the bed.”
She giggles. “It feels intact. But if we did, we’ll replace it. I mean, what does he expect? We’re newlyweds.”
“We are.”
We lie like that for a while until I finally roll onto my side, keeping one arm around her mid-section.
“As much as I don’t want to move,” she says. “I think we should jump in the shower while we still have power. I know Remy has generators but we don’t want to waste power for multiple showers since we don’t know how long any outage may last.”
I’m loath to pull away but she has a point.
And we’re both pretty sweaty.
“You’re right,” I admit, forcing myself to sit up. “Let’s go.” I hold out my hand and help her out of bed. She’s momentarily tangled in the sheets and nearly loses her balance, but I quickly steady her and she winds up against my chest.
“Oops.” She grins up at me. “Sorry.”
“Never apologize for being in my arms. Especially when you’re naked.”
