Page 67 of His Secret Wish

Her gaze roamed over him, memorizing every dip, every curve, every valley. Broad shoulders, muscular arms. Firm pecs, abs you could easily do laundry on. His adonis belt was enough to make anyone drool. His thighs were thick, corded with muscle, his calves long and lean. Dark hair dusted his legs and arms, and he also had a dark patch of hair that trailed down below his bellybutton. A friend of hers called it the goodie trail, and she could completely understand why.

Because it led directly to his cock. Beautiful and thick, long enough to hit all the right spots, but not too long as to hurt. His foreskin was pulled back, displaying the purple head. Drops of fluid seeped out of the tip, and her mouth watered for a taste. Just a little taste.

She bent over, engulfing his cock. He moaned, his hands landing on her head. Not forcing or urging, just holding. Like always. She sucked hard, like he’d done to her nipples, and his hips flexed, pushing him deeper into her mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, mi cariño.” The words were torn from him, ragged and frayed.

She pulled back, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft, to concentrate on the head. The salty sweet pre-come tingled on her tongue, and she lapped it up, swirling her it around the sensitive head. He grunted, his ass clenching, his hips bucking.

Moisture flooded her at his reaction. Making him like this, so out of control, had always turned her on. Her pussy clenched, wanting in on the action.

She gave one last hard suck and then let go, standing upright. His gaze was full of need, full of longing. Full of trust, understanding, devotion.

Full of love.

The emotions wound around themselves, slipping through her, burrowing into her heart, into her soul. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, what to do with it, so she ignored it, and instead reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom.

His gaze tracked her every move. Her skin prickled with awareness, almost as if he was actually touching her. She tore open the wrapper and tossed it aside. It had been a bit since she’d put a condom on—not since before they’d decided to try to get pregnant—so it took a couple of moments, and a couple of fumbled attempts, to slide it over his cock.

He didn’t do or say anything, didn’t try to help her or insist on taking over, just laid there and watched. Her heart melted a little more. He’d always been so patient with her, even when he wasn’t necessarily a patient person with anyone else. He was known for getting annoyed when things at the ranch weren’t done quickly enough, or in the right way. But with her, it seemed he’d wait for the end of the world.

She climbed up on the bed. He held out his hands, and she took them for balance, and threw her leg over his far hip. Her thighs ached with a bit of strain as she held herself above him—she hadn’t straddled someone like this in a while. One of his large hands landed on her waist, holding her steady. She grabbed his cock, lifting it so she could rub it against her wetness.

He hissed out a breath at the contact, his grip on her waist tightening. She adjusted his cock so it was at her entrance, the head pushing against her, but not yet inside. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. He watched her with hooded eyes, his gaze hot.

She pressed her hips downward. Her opening resisted, a slight sting trickling through her. And then the head of his cock slipped inside her. She bit her lower lip to stop from moaning. The slight stretch was both good and bad, but in the best way.

His abs and ass tensed in a way that meant he was resisting the urge to push all the way inside her. He grabbed her thigh with his other hand, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She pushed down harder, another inch of him slipping inside. Her inner muscles pulsated, giving him a squeeze. He groaned and clamped his eyes shut tight. There were strain lines around his mouth and eyes.

“You’re killing me, mi cariño.” The husky, broken words were like a caress across her skin.

She slid her thighs wider, sinking him deeper. The tip of his cock brushed against something sensitive inside her, making her gasp. “What do you want me to do?” She didn’t know why she asked the question. She felt kind of silly once the words escaped, because clearly, he wanted her to fuck him.

He opened his eyes, his icy gaze meeting hers. “I want you to take your pleasure. To do what feels right. What feels good to you.”

The words sent warmth spilling through her. She pressed down hard, taking all of him, all at once. The stretch and burn made her pussy feel hot.

“Oh, fuck.” He gripped her waist and thigh tightly, almost to the point where she thought he might leave a mark. Not that she cared. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

She rolled her hips, making them both moan. The sensitive walls of her pussy were being stretched, sending sparks skipping through her veins. She increased the push of her hips, building up a slow, but steady rhythm. Heat built inside her, like kindling catching fire.

He slid his hands up her torso and grabbed her breasts. His calloused palms felt rough against her tight nipples. A streak of electrical current slid through her, concentrating and crackling in her pelvis. Her inner muscles rippled. He squeezed her breasts with a moan, sending another streak through her.

“You feel so good inside me. Stretching me.” The words were a breathy whisper. She wasn’t usually much of a talker during sex, usually preferring to just be in the moment, feel the sensations as they happened. But something about this moment, this time, felt different. It was almost like something between them had shifted.

His hips flexed at her confession, pushing him deep. “I love your pussy, mi cariño. It was made just for me.”

She shivered at the hot possessive look in his eyes. He thumbed her nipples, forcing them to tighten even more, almost to the point where they ached. She rocked her hips faster, the heat inside her building and building and building.

“That’s a good girl. Take what you want. Take it all. Take everything.” His low-pitched voice was like a caress.

She leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. He pinched her nipples, increasing the pressure with every rock of her hips. She gasped, the pain mixing with her pleasure, and settling deep in her core. She squeezed hard on his cock with her pussy. Her skin buzzed, her muscles hummed.

“You like it when I pinch your nipples, don’t you, mi cariño?”

She nodded frantically. Her hips sped up, each deep push of his cock against her sensitive walls sending her higher and higher. He let go of her nipples, and she whimpered at the slight sting as the blood rushed back to them. He leaned up and took one into his mouth, sucking hard. Her already engorged nipple throbbed, and she cried out.