Page 89 of His Secret Wish

He tossed his belt aside, his gaze never leaving her, and then tackled the button on his jeans. She watched avidly as he undid his pants, and then pushed them down and off, kicking them and his socks aside, adding to the pile she’d already started.

It was her turn to fully appreciate him. She let her gaze roam over him, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the cut of his abs. His long muscular legs. His cock, which was fully hard, the head hidden by his foreskin.

He grabbed his cock, giving it a couple of hard tugs, and then pulling back the foreskin to reveal the purple head. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip. She licked her lips, already tasting him on her tongue. But there was time for that later. Right now, she needed him inside her.

She held her arms out to him, spread her legs wide. “Please, Owen. Make love to me.”

He crawled onto the sofa and up her body, until he was balanced on his elbows, staring down at her. His body was pressed against hers, skin to skin. He settled his hips in the cradle of her thighs, his cock a hard hot rod against her pussy.

“I told you, mi cariño. You never have to beg.” He slid his hand between them, grabbing his cock and pressing it against her opening. She moaned, sliding her legs wider, opening herself up to him.

He captured her lips at the same time as he pushed inside her. She moaned into his mouth, the stretch still making her burn. He sank into her to the hilt, his pelvis resting against hers. His mouth ravished hers, the kiss a sensual dance between lovers.

Warmth spilled through her, and she slipped her arms around his neck, dove her fingers into his hair. He pulled his hips back in a slow glide, and then pressed forward, just as slow, just as controlled. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. His dusting of chest hair tickled her nipples, making them harder, achier.

He dragged himself away from her lips, his hips continuing their slow, sensuous glide. There was love in his gaze, in the lines of his face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She rotated her hips against his, pressing him deeper on every stroke. Stars ignited inside her, shooting through her muscles, through her skin, through her very soul.

Every push and pull of his cock sent the stars flying faster, burning hotter. She groaned, the walls of her pussy rippling around him.

“You feel so good, mi cariño.” His voice was rough, a low rumble. “I love the way you feel on my cock. So hot and wet. Lift up your knees, let me in all the way.”

She did as she was told, lifting her knees, changing the angle. He pushed in deep and then ground against her. His pubic bone pressed against her clit, and she gasped, flexing her hips firmer against his. Her pussy squeezed down hard.

He growled deep in his chest. “I can’t last much longer, love. I need you to come.” He lowered himself down until he was fully on top of her, burying his face against her neck. “Come for me, my love.” He ground his hips harder, digging into her clit.

The stars inside her burst, turning to flame, torching her from the inside out. She thrust her head back and screamed, her entire body burning, her muscles squeezing her bones. Her back arched off the sofa, her aching nipples brushing against his chest, sending more heat burning through her, arrowing down to pool between her thighs.

He whispered words of love, of longing. Telling her how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. They sent her spiraling higher, until nothing but light burst behind her eyes. Her body gave one last tremble, and then she sank back to the sofa.

His hips took up a rhythm again, this time a little faster, a little more frantic. She lightly scratched her nails against his back. He groaned, his hips jerking. She slid her hands down, grabbing handfuls of his ass, feeling him clench and release as he drove into and out of her.

She slipped a finger between his cheeks, lightly brushing the tip over his opening. His hips jerked again, pushing his cock deep.

“Yes, yes, yes.” He chanted the word against her skin, punctuating each one with a frantic flex of his hips.

She pushed against his opening with her finger. He sucked in a noisy breath, but didn’t ask to her to stop. She pushed a little harder, not wanting to hurt him, especially since they hadn’t ever gone this far, and they didn’t have any lube. The tip of her finger slipped inside him, just up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, fuck.” The words were ragged and rough. He arched his back, lifting off of her, pushing his cock deeper inside her than she thought possible. “I’m coming.”

His cock surged. Heat bloomed inside her, and she gasped. He grunted, letting loose another hot spurt. He dug his toes into the sofa, using them as leverage to push deeper every time he ejaculated. It was almost like he was trying to bury himself as deep as possible inside her.

She gently pulled her finger out of him and slid her hand up and down his spine. She watched him take his pleasure, eyes scrunched closed, jaw clenched tight. A grimace, almost like he was in pain, on his handsome face. It was utterly beautiful.

He pushed in deep one last time, his entire body shaking. And then he fell on top of her, their sweaty skin melded together. He was kind of squishing her, but she didn’t care. To have him in her arms like this was too perfect.

They laid like that for a long time, breathing each other in, reveling in one another. The sun had gone down, and the house was getting dark.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and stared down at her. It was dim in the room, but she could clearly see the love shining his eyes. He pressed another kiss to the end of her nose, and then her chin, and her forehead. “Let’s go have a shower.”

“I would love nothing more.” Her smile felt as big as the mountain behind the ranch.

He rolled off of her and onto his feet, and then helped her up. They walked to the bathroom still tangled up in one another.

A little while later, after they’d spent far too long washing each other in the shower, and making love again against the tiles, she found herself sitting on the sofa, staring out the window, Owen’s head in her lap. He’d ordered a pizza for dinner, since there was no food in the house, and they were waiting for it to be delivered.

They could have gone up to the ranch house to grab some food, but neither of them had wanted to leave, didn’t want to field the twenty questions that would be lobbed at them.