Page 112 of Nemesis
“Oh,” she moaned and moved against my erection that was wedged between her ass cheeks, gliding up and down searching for more.
My hand trailed back down the planes of her stomach toward her drenched pussy, the tips of my fingers teasing her clit despite knowing she was already ready to take my cock.
I collected the wetness from her weeping cunt on my fingers and propped myself on my elbow, rubbing her arousal over my cock.
I grabbed her knee, opening her up by lifting her leg and resting it over mine. I then grabbed my cock with my other hand and nudged her entrance.
“More,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.
Slowly, I stroked my way inside, rolling my hips.
She shuddered against me, whimpers falling from her lips. Then I sank home, my eyes pinching shut from how good she felt. I rolled into her with a shallow thrust, nipping on her earlobe before sucking it between my lips.
I bit back a groan when her pussy clenched around my length, her pulse thrumming against her neck.
“So fucking good,mi alma,” I whispered against her ear.
She finally peeled her eyes open, tensing for a second before relaxing, molding the curve of her ass deeper into me.
“Theo,” she pleaded breathlessly, her voice hoarse from waking up. I withdrew all the way out before I thrust back deep inside her, pulling out a husky moan from her throat.
I snuck a hand back into her shirt, continuing my previous ministrations. My other hand made its way over her head to grab her hand resting there, holding it in front of her against the bed, our fingers linking, the similar tattoo etching both of our ring fingers peeking through.
She’d surprised me with it on the day of our wedding as I slid her ring in place, noticing the black inscriptions that hadn’t been there previously. She’d had the three dots with my initials engraved on the other side, just as I had hers on mine.
I pumped and pumped my hips, the sound of my groin slapping against her ass filling the room, joining her sleep-addled moans, spurring me on. I slanted my hips, most likely hitting that spot inside of her she loved since her legs squeezed tighter together, making the sensation of being inside her that much better.
Her head tilted back and I caught her lips, kissing her. My tongue dove against hers, the sensation consuming me. I rolled my hips in a slow tempo, pleasure pooling down my spine as my fingers went from one breast to the other, giving them the attention they were craving.
“You consume me,” I whispered into her ear.
I pinched her nipple and a cry rolled past her lips, her head kicking back as she came all over my cock.
I groaned into her neck, then bit where it met her shoulder as my thrusts grew faster and more relentless, the previous tempo I’d set long-forgotten as the pleasure that had previously settled at the base of my spine swelled.
My hips slapped against hers, the noise of me sliding in and out wet and sloppy. With one last solid thrust, a hoarse sound ripped out of my throat as I came, holding her to me.
I twitched inside her, ropes of cum filling her sweet pussy. She reached for my head, bringing my lips to hers and swallowing my groans.
With a gasp, I pulled my mouth away, using our joined hands and my free hand to latch around her chest. Drawn into my frame, the warmth of her body seeped into my skin.
We stayed quiet for a moment, our harsh breaths filling the room. She settled her head under my chin and let out a deep sigh as I kissed the top of her head, the scent of warm vanilla and coconut swarming my senses.
I cupped her breast once again, my lips lingering at the space below her ear, which happened to be my favorite since her reaction to it was almost always immediate.
She tipped her head back, searching for my mouth. I found her lips and my tongue met hers, tasting, savoring her.
As the minutes dragged on, I hardened inside her again, and she instinctively drove back toward my hips, driving me deeper into her cum-filled cunt.
“I love you,” I said against her mouth.
“I love you more,mi cielito.”
I ripped my mouth away as I pulled out of her, my cock protesting loudly.
“I want you on top of me,” I urged her as I ran my palm up her leg before palming one of her cheeks. “Now.”
She turned to face me and raised herself up, sliding a leg over my body, straddling me. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing the hard little mound where our son or daughter sat.
