Page 116 of Saving Grace
“Matt … oh, my God!” His girth stretched my sensitive nerve endings. My vision blurred as I threw back my head and banged the wall.
Matt cursed as I pulsed around him. I protested incoherently when he pulled out of me, vaguely comprehending that we were moving around the room until he dropped me on the bed. He covered me once more with his body, spread me wide, and plowed back into my pussy.
“You’re gonna feel me for days,” he promised hoarsely. “That’s it, gypsy. Open those legs and give me what’s mine!”
“Oh, God!”
And that was how I got blissfully fucked. Matt shifted to my side and I loathed to lose the feel of him inside me. I tensed when his fingers traced the length of my body, suddenly self-conscious because I had not lost all the baby weight.
“Let me get my robe,” I said and then squeaked when he pinned me to the bed once more, hovering above me, glaring at me in all his alpha male glory.
“Stop,” he growled. “Stop hiding this amazing body from me.”
If it was anyone else, I would have snorted, thinking it was an attempt to make me feel better. But this was Matt. He was anything if not blunt. Besides, the fury blazing in his eyes gave me pause. “My body isn’t what it used to be,” I offered lamely.
“You’re right,” he agreed huskily, his hand resting on my still-rounded belly. “You gave me a beautiful daughter with this body. It’s fucking hot knowing I’ve put my baby inside you.” His anger faded to be replaced by a warm melting gaze. “I could do nothing but worship you.”
Realization dawned on me. “You used to fuck me hard before I hit seven months and then you toned down your lovemaking quite a bit.”
He frowned. “Did you think I desired you less?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I thought you were afraid to hurt me and Ellie.”
“Maybe in the back of my mind,” he conceded as he eased off me and propped up on an elbow. “I’d say it’s more because I was in awe of my woman and the life growing inside her. You were like this goddess and I’d knocked you up. I was definitely feeling damned euphoric and accomplished.” He smirked.“There are many ways I love to fuck you, Grace. Do you want me to count the ways?”
“Way poetic there, husband,” I laughed.
“Hey,” his voice turned serious. “I’m not insensitive to how you feel about your body. No, don’t say anything … I’ve made it my business to make you happy, Grace, and that includes learning what makes you tick, what makes you the woman you are. You’re not just someone convenient to stick my dick in.” He chuckled when I glared at him. “Hey, now, let me finish …”
I smacked him—playfully of course—because I knew how my husband tried to make sexual jokes when he was struggling to tell me how he felt. He wasn’t a man of tender words, but more a man of action. But he understood that, sometimes, things needed saying and that was why I loved him.
“I’ve been physically attracted to you from the start,” he continued. “But that didn’t really get us anywhere, did it? It’s not how you look, Grace. You may be curvy or rail thin, I’ll still love you because who I fell in love with was the woman inside you. It’s everything about that woman behind those amazing gypsy eyes that gets me every single time.” He kissed the top of my nose before drawing back and clearing his throat. I knew exactly when his sweet moment had passed and he’d reverted to incorrigible Matt.
He squeezed the globe of my ass.
“Matt!” I yelped.
“Shh …” he cautioned. “I need to fuck you again, but just so we’re clear. You lose this ass I’m going to ask Millie to feed you waffles and fried chicken until you get it back.”
A baby’s cry on the monitor stopped the retort on my lips.
“Now you’ve done it,” Matt groaned.
“You shouldn’t have grabbed my ass,” I fired back as I moved to get up.
“Maybe she’ll go back to sleep,” he said hopefully. We listened for another minute, but Ellie’s cries only grew louder.
“Stay,” he ordered, jumping off the bed and pulling on his boxer briefs. “I’ll get her.”
As Matt went to get Ellie, I crawled off the bed and squeezed my thighs as I slipped into my nightgown. My husband was right, I’d be feeling him between my legs for a while. There was an exquisite soreness in my muscles reminding me of how primitive my husband could fuck.
And he was all mine.
Matt strolled back in with our daughter and my ovaries exploded the way they always do when I see this hot tableau. How couldn’t they when presented with a devastatingly handsome specimen—tall, muscled, tattooed man—cradling a tiny baby swathed in pink.
At this moment, I could cry with this emotion welling up inside me, but I smiled instead.
I sat back on the bed as Matt slid in beside me. He was still carrying Ellie in one arm as he scooted back to the headboard and sat.