Page 19 of Autumn be His Wife
Again and again, I work my way deeper until I’m hitting her barrier.
Each shallow thrust is a negotiation, a gentle persuasion. I watch every flicker of feeling cross her face—the brief pinch, the slow-dawning wonder, the way her lips part on a soft, groaning exhale.
The world narrows to the slick, tight heat of her, the scent of her skin, the sound of our ragged breathing.
Then I’m there, my hips flush against hers, buried to the hilt. I go completely still, my entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.
She is everywhere, all around me, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.
Her inner muscles flutter around me, a startled, involuntary pulse that nearly breaks my concentration. A low groan is torn from my throat.
I see the faintest trace of discomfort in the tightness at the corners of her eyes, and I freeze, every instinct screaming to pull away, to fix it.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Dusty, I’m okay.”
She proves it by wiggling her hips, the smallest, most devastating shift that steals the last of my sanity. The concern,the hesitation, it all shatters. The leash I had on my control snaps.
Then I’m moving. Not the careful, measured strokes from before, but a deep, rolling rhythm that she meets with a soft cry that’s pure pleasure. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper, and her fingers dig into my shoulders, holding on as we find a new, frantic pace.
The initial sharpness is gone, melted away into a building heat that threatens to consume us both.
When Piper pulls me down, she shows just how eager she is as her breath tickles my lips. Hardly any hesitation holds her back from leaning up to press her lips to mine.
The kiss is a desperate, hungry meeting of our mouths, a perfect mirror to the rhythm of our bodies. Her lips are soft and insistent, tasting of salt and something uniquely her.
I slant my mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, my tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers as I drive into her again, and again, each thrust earning a muffled moan that vibrates against my lips.
We’re a mess of gasps and shared breath, our bodies moving in a slick blur. I can feel the tension coiling tight in my gut, a pressure building that’s becoming impossible to hold back.
Her nails score my back, a sharp, sweet pain that pushes me closer to the edge.
“Piper,” I groan against her mouth, my voice ragged. “I can’t… I’m gonna—”
“I can feel it too,” she gasps, her hips bucking wildly to meet mine. “Don’t stop, Dusty. Please.”
That’s all it takes. Her plea shatters the last of my control. I bury my face in the curve of her neck, my thrusts losing all rhythm, becoming frantic. With a guttural cry, I spill into her, my entire body seizing up in a wave of blinding, white-hot release.
Beneath me, Piper arches off the bed, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as her own climax crashes over her.
I swoop down to swallow it all before she wakes up the ranch next door.
Her inner muscles clench around me, milking every last shuddering pulse from my body until I’m spent, collapsing onto her, my weight supported on my elbows.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of our harsh, ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of our hearts. She clings to me, her arms locked around my neck, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me inside her.
I don’t pull out. The thought doesn’t even occur to me. To separate from this feels like a violation of the perfect peace we’ve found.
As the world slowly swims back into focus, I nuzzle her neck, pressing a damp, tender kiss to her racing pulse.
“You okay?” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “Sore? I lost myself for a minute there.”
She shakes her head against my shoulder.
“No,” she whispers, her voice thick with spent pleasure. “Not sore. The opposite. I’m…really happy.”
A slow, deep smile spreads across my face, a feeling of pure, unadulterated rightness settling in my chest. I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips kiss-swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I lower my mouth to hers again, this kiss softer, slower, a silent seal on the promise we’d just made with our bodies. It’s a kiss of gratitude, of wonder, of a connection so new and profound it steals the air from my lungs all over again.
