Page 132 of The Boss
“Van,” I exhale, feeling the wave cresting again, “Kiss me?”
He does, hard. At the same time he twists his fingers, curls, moves something some way that…
I can’t…
“Van, baby, it’s too m—”
I explode before I can even say it, and Van chuckles, apparently knowing my body better than I do.
“Mo bhean chéile álainn,”he whispers as he gently pulls his fingers out of me. When I frown, he translates, “So fucking beautiful, wife.”
“Van, if you don’t fuck me right now,” I warn, unbuckling his belt.
“I will fuck you later,” he says, taking off his boots, then pants.
I sit up on my elbows, looking at his amazing dick, “Does this mean I finally get to return the favor?”
“That later, too. Definitely,” he says, stroking himself with his right hand. I watch in awe as he pulls hard.
“So then what are we doing?” I ask, my voice a whiny, breathy mess. I think I’m actually salivating. I’ve never wanted anything like I want this man in me right now.
“This,” he says, lowering his huge body onto mine and lining himself up at my entrance. He pushes in slightly and then kisses me. He pushes in more and trembles as a satisfied groan rumbles in his chest. He pulls out slightly, locks eyes with me, and pushes himself all the way into me. Slowly. My mouth falls open. His does too. He puts his forehead on mine for a beat before lifting off to pull out and thrust again.
He pulls out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I trust you,” he says.
Thrust.
“I want you, every inch. All day, every day.”
Thrust.
He grabs one of my nipples and pinches.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Thrust.
“And?” I say, smiling.
“And I love you.”
Thrust.
“So much.”
Thrust.
Thrust again. Harder. More.
More more more more.
All the way in and out over and over, not faster but harder, harder, harder until he pinches my clit and pushes me over the edge just in time for him to erupt with a roar. I keep my hands on his hot, solid chest, marveling at how it goes up and down so fast. Like he can barely breathe. Because of me.
Without pulling out, he grabs me and twists, collapsing on the mattress with me splayed out on top of him.
“I’m going to go clean up,” I say but when I pull up he holds me down.
“In a minute,” he holds my head to his chest.
