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I slide my hips against his, trying it out.
Seeing what I like.
Wanting this to last forever but needing more.
Chasing the high I crave that only Easton can give me.
“You’re a fucking vision, wife.” He rolls us over so I’m straddling him and grips my chin. “Ride me, Lindy. Show me what you like.”
Pleasure pounds through me as I press my palms flat against his chest and try to move. My head falls back, my hair brushing against his thighs.
“That’s it, baby. You take my cock like such a good girl.”
One hand slides to the center of my back, and I tremble beneath his touch as we find our rhythm.
“Your fucking cunt was made for me, baby.”
My entire body clenches at his filthy words.
Wanting more.
“You like that?” he asks against my lips as his hips pick up speed, and I feel my arousal soaking our skin with each new thrust.
I practically purr as sensations overload my body, completely unable to speak or think or form words. I just cling to him.
“You like the way my cock fucks you, baby? The way you fit around me? Only ever me, wife.”
“Only ever you,” I echo back and claw at his strong shoulders as he fucks me harder.
Sends me higher.
My orgasm teeters just out of reach until Easton slams into me, and flames lick up my skin in a fiery explosion. Vivid color bursts behind my eyes as my orgasm washes over me, and my husband shouts my name out into the quiet room, then holds my face in his hands and covers my mouth with his.
He holds me draped against his body.
I’m unable to move and unwilling to care.
I tuck my face into his neck and suck his skin. “I think if I died right now, I’d die happy.”
Easton’s entire body goes rigid, and he stills beneath me.
“I love you, Madeline Kingston,” he whispers, a quiet prayer from his lips. “You’re not allowed to die until we’re old and gray and lying in bed together. And then you have to wait until I’ve been dead for at least ten minutes, so I never need to know a world without you in it.”
I lift my head and stare at him in shock. “What?”
He looks at me, confused.
Something tickles the back of my mind, and I stare deep into the depths of his eyes.
I stare at the man I married.
At the man who saved my life.
The lifeline who’s made sure he was only ever a phone call away.
Who’s been here, beside me, for a lifetime.
“I promise to love you until we’re old and gray and surrounded by grandbabies who love to skate,” I whisper back.
