Page 98 of Was I Ever Real
Her hand finds my shoulder, nails biting into my skin, her mouth open and moaning and sofuckingirresistible.
“I’m going… I’m…” she trails off, her nails digging even deeper into my bicep.
When she comes, I’m winded by the sight of her. A stunning picture of sensuality that will stay burned in my mind forever.
The hunger to see all of her becomes unbearable, so I rip the tie off her face. She blinks in rapid succession, acclimatizing to the light while she’s still coming down from her orgasm. Finally, her eyes snap to me and again, I’m split in half by the expression I find staring back at me.
“I love you so fucking much,” she utters almost in shock, swallowing hard.
The need to be inside of her is almost painful, and if I wait any longer I’ll lose my mind.
“Come here,” I growl, dragging her to the edge of the bed. “Stand up for me.”
She does what I say on shaky legs, and I press my lips to her stomach before slowly making her turn away from me. Her brand is almost at eye level like this and while she turns, I kiss the tender red skin surrounding it. I feel her jump slightly but she doesn’t pull away. When her back is finally facing me, I see her notice the full-length mirror in front of us.
I find her eyes in the reflection and I pull her closer, my left hand moving wide up over her thigh and then up her stomach. “Look at you… so beautiful, and so fuckingmine,” I say with reverence while I stroke my cock with the other, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror, my darling,” I tell her while I tug her backwards. Keeping my legs close together, I make her widen hers while her sweet little pussy hovers close to my cock, keeping her weight up by her palms on my thighs. I fist my dick and drag the broad head over her wet clit, groaning at the sensation. “Watch as your husband fills you up, and tell me how good I feel when I’m so deep inside of you, the only thing you’ll be able to pronounce is my name on those perfect lips.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her down. She lets out a broken moan and the heat of her around my cock is nearly too much. Suddenly I’m struck with the all-consuming need for us to feel even closer, the desire for our souls to merge together so I don't have to stand one more second being apart.
My gaze jerks to our reflection, and I’m fucking gone.
Her legs hang over my thighs, her pussy spread wide, my cock filling her up so completely that I’m nearly struck dumb by the image of us.
“Fuck, Lenix,” I swear into her neck while I palm her tits in my hands. I tug at her nipples, making her gasp, and then my hands fall to her waist. I push her up and then back down. My hips hitch upwards with the movement, slamming myself into her while I watch her expression turn into a blissful heat and nothing has ever felt this fucking good.
My fingers trail up her spine and her whole body shivers, her pussy clenching around me and I go blind with lust. Picking her up, I stand and flip us over, dropping Lenix on her back on the bed while I bracket her with my body.
Her hands fall over her head, breasts bouncing with the motion, eyes glinting with the same desire I know darken mine. I sink back into her, thrusting harder and deeper now with a better angle. I catch a glimpse of her ring again, and I grow even harder—if that’s at all possible. I grab her hand and thread our fingers together, feeling the ring dig into my skin and my mind is nothing but her and the way she’s making me feel.
“You should see how pretty my perfect little wife looks when she’s being fucked,” I groan through clenched teeth, my hips slamming over and over into her. The sounds falling out of her lips are so erotic, I can barely utter another word, needing to hear every small whimper escaping her kiss-swollen lips.
“Connor,” she moans loudly, her hands scratching into my shoulders, her legs locking around my waist as I continue to piston into her.
“That’s it, darling. Come all over your husband’s cock. Let me show you the fucking universe.”
One small gasp, and then her back arches, her mouth widening into a silent scream. Her cunt pulsates around my shaft and I thrust deeper and deeper, needing to feel every single aftershock of her orgasm.
I follow quickly after. Grabbing her face, I kiss her harshly while I feel myself disintegrate into nothing. I spill into her, my cock throbbing and twitching with the sudden force of it, and then finally, it’s over.
I’m left breathless. Mindless. Nameless.
While I try to piece my identity back together, I slump over Lenix, our skin sticking together as both our chests heave with the exertion.
After a minute—or maybe hours—I don’t fucking know, I try to pull out but she stops me.
“I want to feel you like this for just a little longer,” she whispers. I look at her and smile. She seems so sated and pleased, eyes clear and wide, that I’m suddenly stabbed by the guilt I’ve been trying to suppress.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Lenix,” I manage to choke out, my eyes still locked onto hers.
Her face softens.
“For what?” she says while she pushes a few strands of hair off my forehead.
“For everything—for not protecting you. For failing you when you needed me most. For letting all this shit happen…”
I trail off when I see her smile, imbued with so much affection I can barely continue to look at her.