My gaze is fastened on his cock, and when he wraps his hand around it, my inner muscles clench hard. “I want you inside me.”
“You want this?” He shakes his cock.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me.”
“I want to see you come.”
“Ohhhhh…” I move my fingers faster. “Yes…” Pleasure grows in my core, a sweet, hot coil.
Then he pushes two fingers inside me, curving them up. I gasp.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “So wet.”
A thousand stars burst inside me, sending sparkles to my toes and fingers, sending me flying.
Before it’s even finished, he pulls his fingers out and glides his cock into me. He thrusts over and over and my orgasm goes on and on, throbbing sensations echoing through every nerve ending.
He grabs my thighs and stares down at me, first my face, then where we’re joined, watching his cock slide in and out, then back to my face.
His jaw tightens, his eyes go hazy and his abs contract and then he comes, too, filling me with heat, shouting his pleasure, holding his body tight against me as he pulses inside me.
I don’t know why I want to cry. Emotion clogs my throat as he lowers himself over me and kisses me. I hold onto his shoulders. This is… him. The man I want to be with forever. My love.
My husband.
We hold each other for a long time. The light in the room fades as the sun lowers.
“I love you,” he says, kissing my temple.
“I love you, too.”
“I know I lost you because of my stupid need to control things.”
My chest tightens. I stroke a hand over his shoulder and down his arm.
“When I feel helpless, I get anxious.”
I give a tiny nod.
“But… fixing things was me trying to make myself feel better.”
“Oh.” I blink at him. “I don’t know?—”
“It’s true.”
“Okay, maybe. But I think it’s also because you care so much.”
“Maybe. Yeah.” His chest rises and falls on a deep breath.
“I know you do. You’re private, and protective. And controlling.”
He snorts.
“But you’re also thoughtful. You’re patient. Gentle. Hard working.”
He coughs. “Thank you.”
“As for me… I’ve been using everyone else’s needs to avoid working on myself.”
