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Standing up means that the angle at which he enters me feels nothing short of sensational.
He presses into me hard. Lifting me up just so. Slamming into me over and over and over. Destroying my lips with his teeth.
This is him losing control. Letting him give in to his primal male instincts as he ravishes my body. Losing himself in the rhythm of his thrusts.
I want him to use me like this. I want him to make me feel like this for his pleasure. I want him to tie me up and do whatever he wants to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes against me.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper back. “You can have me whenever you like. However you like.”
I feel him twitching inside me before he begins to groan. I ride him harder. Using my arm strength to hold myself up as he slams into me once, twice…
My arms fail me, and I slam hard onto him one final time. Plunging into me so hard my vision starts to blur.
But I don’t care. Not when my own orgasm ruptures through my body in time with his. Wave upon wave of pleasure washes through me as every limb goes limp.
It takes everything within me not to slump to the floor the second Arnie cuts me down. But, clearly sensing my lack of mobility, Arnie simply picks me up and carries me back over to the bed.
We don’t need to say anything to each other as I snuggle into his side. Simply enjoying the sound of our breath returning to normal.
After a while, I start to feel a little cold.
“I can turn up the thermostat?” Arnie suggests when he notices me shivering.
“It’s okay,” I say as I tuck my feet into the tangle of our legs. “I’ve got you.”
“So I’ve been degraded from husband to hearth?”
I pretend to think about this for a while. “More like husbandandhearth.”
“You’re too kind, Mrs Knight.”
“You’re quite welcome, Mr. Knight.”
We smile at each other as we get used to the way our names sound on our tongues.
“Still feels a bit weird, doesn’t it?” I wrinkle my nose a little. “I don’t feel like someone’s wife yet.”
Arnie kisses the tip of my nose. “You know what Jack told me before you walked into that chapel?”
“What?”
“He said, ‘Nothing matters except the way you feel about her. The labels you put on it are just a side effect of your commitment.’”
I let out a low whistle. “I never knew he was so wise.”
“The bastard is good with his words. I’ll give him that,” Arnie admits, somewhat bitterly.
I throw him a curious look. “Why do you keep calling him a bastard? I thought you guys were friends now?”
Arnie’s brow furrows. “Roisin, you do know that Jack isn’t Padraic’s legitimate heir, right?”
“Obviously,” I roll my eyes. “It just feels mean to keep rubbing it in.”
“If it makes you feel any better, he calls me a bastard too.”
“That’s more than understandable.”
