Page 74 of Wild Ever After
“Is anyone great all the time?” she asks.
I stay quiet. I don’t know the answer to that, but she knows my story points to the same conclusion.
“Except you. You’re always great.” She steps back to me and places a hand on my chest. “Why are you always so great to me?”
“I like you.”
“I guess no one has liked me as much as you, then.”
“I guess not.”
She grips my shirt and tugs me to her. She tastes likes Mad Dog, and I’m suddenly thinking it’s not so bad anymore. I back her up against the vanity and then lift her onto it.
“Is this okay?” she asks, glancing back at the door.
I walk over and shut and lock it. “I’d say we owe them after they were getting it on at our wedding reception.”
“Oh right. We totally do.” She reaches up and unties the top of her dress. The material pools at her waist. “Why are you still wearing pants?”
Laughing, I go back to her and stand between her legs. “I like it better when you undress me.”
I cup her boobs, running my thumbs over her perfect pale nipples as she undoes my pants and pushes them down, with my boxer briefs, far enough that my dick springs free.
I’m already hard and leaking for her.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“Dammit, no.” I jut my chin toward the medicine cabinet. “Maybe Mav has every room in the house stocked?”
“We don’t need…” she trails off and then restarts, “I’m on birth control.”
I nod.
“You still want to check to see if he has every room stocked, don’t you?”
I slide my palms up her thighs. “Later.”
She scoots to the edge and pushes her panties down, then pulls them off and slingshots the lacy material at my face. I catch them in one hand and shove them in my pocket.
Leaning forward, Jade grabs me by the shirt—something I’ve learned to love because it always means she’s about to kiss me.
Our position has my dick at the perfect level, rubbing against her slit as her lips crush mine. Her body shutters at the contact, so I do it again, this time pushing in just a fraction.
I’m too turned on, too impatient. The next time, I bury myself inside her. Jade whimpers and tightens her grasp on my shirt.
I’m never gonna last like this, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“It’s never been like this.” She drops her head to my shoulder. “You’re either very good at this or…”
Her body tightens around me, and she finds her release. Three more thrusts and I follow her, biting down on her shoulder to keep myself from asking her to finish that statement.
We get cleaned up and head back to the party, hand in hand. My mind is still stuck on Jade’s words; it’s never been like this for me either. Is it the circumstance or is what we have just more? Somewhere along the way, I stopped being able to picture going to parties or even home without Jade by my side. Is she feeling that too?
She swings our joined hands between us and smiles up at me. “How much do you hate the chair?”
“What chair?” I ask, playing dumb and fighting a grin.
“You need more color in your house. You’re all grays and blacks with wood accents.”
