Page 39 of The Contract Marriage

Her eyes widen with shock and sensual curiosity. “You aren’t—”

“Watch and learn.” I’ve waited over a decade for this.

I move up, take her nipple into my mouth and start working my fingers again, more gently this time. She pants, then twists. Her spine bends, pushing her breast against my face. Her body is honest in its greed, and I love it.

She grips my hair, moves her hips to match my fingers’ rhythm. I press her nipple between the roof of my mouth and tongue, hollowing my cheeks. My fingertips bump against the G-spot inside her—once, twice—and she moans and shrieks in another orgasm. Sweat mists over her heated skin, and she shakes all over.

I’m trembling too, from the joy of watching her lost in bliss. I rip off all of my clothes, tossing them like trash on the floor. My cock springs forward, the plum-shaped head already drenched in precum, and the veins on the shaft pulsing.

The weight of Olivia’s gaze strokes me like the most precious lover. I wait two beats, letting her take me in.

“Gorgeous,” she breathes.

Elation bursts in my heart. Inside her, inside her, my mind chants. The fact that I’m going in bare heats my blood until I feel like I’m being boiled from inside.

I brace a hand next to her cheek and look down at her. I can barely make out her face in the filtered starlight. Her eyes shine in the dark, though, glazed with pleasure. Despite the lust pounding in my system, my heart is full of contentment. She’s perfect in my home, my bed.

My temptress, my goddess, my wife.

Her eyes on mine, she runs her fingers slowly and gently over my cheek and nose, then rests them over my lips. She swipes a finger over the juice, then pushes it into her mouth.

A sharp need jolts through me. I bury my free hand in her warm silken hair and kiss her, shifting my hips until my cock is positioned at her opening. The heat from her flesh sears me, and a groan catches in my throat.

Watching her face, I feed my cock into her one slow inch at a time. Shivers run through me as she tightens around my shaft. She gasps, her eyes widening. Shock mingles with delight as she takes me in, her legs spread wide. Her muscles spasm and grip my length; her slickness drenches me.

Finally, I’m fully seated inside her, balls deep. Although she said this was about making babies, feeling her with no barrier between us goes to my head like the finest vodka. My head spins, and I grit my teeth as the need to empty myself inside her surges.

She cradles my face in her warm hands and pulls my head down. “Don’t stop now,” she whispers before claiming my lips.

Plundering her mouth, I drive in and out of her. Lust thrums in my veins as I set a brutal rhythm. I grip her hips, shifting her in search of the angle that makes her scream. I’m going to wreck her so she can’t ever be with another man.

The tips of her breasts brush against my chest with each powerful stroke. Her whimpers turn to moans… Finally, to outright pleading.

“Yes, yes, like that… Please.”

There.

I pick up the speed. The sound of our rough breathing and flesh slapping flesh fills the room. Tension winds her, pushing her to the brink but not quite yet.

I cup her breast, run the pad of my thumb across the hardened tip, then tweak it. She cries out again, her entire body writhing as a climax rips through her. My cock pulses, desperate to come. But I cling to control. I want to savor her orgasm a little longer.

“Liam,” she whispers mindlessly.

“Yes, my wife,” I say, my voice gravelly. I press a tender kiss on her cheek. “We’re almost there.”

“What—”

I pound into her, the pace ruthless as I drive both of us to new heights. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist. I slip a hand between us, flick her clit just the way she loved it. She clings as she hits another height. This time her scream is near silent.

The shaky grip I’ve maintained on my control slips. I plunge into her hard once, twice, then shudder as I empty myself into her. It goes on and on and on.

Finally, my head drops to the crook of her neck. I feel her pulse flutter against my cheek. Wrapping my arms around her, I fight for air.

Olivia Kingswood. I savor the name and know that I’d gladly give up my life for her.

Chapter Sixteen

Olivia