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“Yes, Lachlan!” I arch as his hands roam over my body.
He rocks slowly one time, testing how I'll react. When I whimper, he smirks. The larger-than-life hockey player turned pseudo cowboy leans over me until his face hovers over mine. His hand moves to my throat, wrapping around it gently. He's not choking me, not forcing anything. But the closeness and potential of said hand has me gushing. His cock twitches inside me as his eyes go impossibly darker.
“Going to fuck you now, wife. Show you just how good we are, how well I can wear you out.”
CHAPTER 18
YOU CAN TAKE IT, WIFE.
Lachlan
I sink into her with one swift thrust. My groan echoes through the room as Rose whimpers beneath me. I can't get enough of the sound. I want to hear it play on repeat for the rest of my life.
“That's it, wife. Take my cock like you were made to do.”
My hips move back slowly to tease her a bit before I slam forward again. She arches; her back bowing until she's nearly pressed entirely to my front. It's a hypnotic sight. Knowing I'm the one bringing her pleasure, that I'm the one she's this gone for, is the greatest gift.
“Lachlan...” she whimpers.
I grin, the pleasure of her crying out my name giving me more motivation to give her all of me. With all the incentive I need in place, I go about setting a tempo to build up the intensity between us. I remember it from our night all those months ago. Rose was a puddle of lust and need the longer I dragged out her pleasure. I plan to do the same tonight.
It's hard as fuck not to just fuck her senseless until we're both spent, but this way is much better. This way prolongs the connection between us. It gives me time to watch my wife as she accepts what I already know: that we're so damn good together. That we fit. That if she'd let go of the fear she's holding on to, we could absolutely fucking destroy this marriage thing.
Focusing on my thoughts keeps my orgasm at bay. It still hovers in the background, waiting for a chance to ram forward and end things. But I'm in control. I'm the one who decides when we both come because I'll be damned if I don't get my fill of her today. I don't know when I’ll get another chance to have her, and I would rather push her today than go too soon and have to wait longer for another shot.
Sweat builds between us. Both of us are covered. Our breaths are labored. The energy is a mix of exhaustion and feral need. It cycles through us, the bond we share fueling our worn-out bodies.
“I can't. Lachlan! Too much,” she cries out when I shift our hips to hit her at a slightly different angle. My wife tries to buck me off, like she can somehow get away from me.
Reaching forward, I wrap my fingers through hers. Linked together, I press them into the mattress above her head. My face hovers right above hers. Our breaths swap back and forth, like we're the only thing keeping the other alive.
“You can take it, wife.” Her eyes shine with desire as her pussy tightens at the title. “You like that don't you, Rose? Like when I call you my wife. When I say you're mine. When I tell you just how much you can take.”
Her orgasm soars forward rapidly. She doesn't have time to voice it. Instead, her eyes widen as her mouth opens in a silent scream. She squeezes around me tightly, doing a better job than my fist ever has.
I can't hold back as I watch her fall apart. I loosen the grip I have on her hands as the control on my own orgasm slips. My roar isn't silent. It's almost fucking terrifying how loud I get. Rather than be afraid I've lost it, Rose giggles beneath me as she flings an arm over her face.
“Oh my god! What was that? We just...”
“Had sex. Made love. Fucked. You can label it whatever you want so long as you say it's the best you ever had,” I tease.
She laughs again, this time much louder. The move tightens her around me again, bringing a hiss out of me. “Whoops! Didn't mean to do that.”
“Sure, you didn't, Ace.”
Her arm moves down from her face as her head tilts to the side. “You float between calling me all kinds of names. Rose. Ace.”
“Wife,” I add before she can since it's my favorite to say.
She nods. “Yeah. Why? Most people pick a name and stick to it.”
I shrug, then lean down to press a kiss along her jaw. “Because there's no one way to describe you. Sometimes you're Rose, the owner of Sips and the youngest Wright. Sometimes you're my Ace who raises hell at me and wants to give me all the sass. And then there's my wife. The woman who drops all the other versions of herself to be the woman I met in Vegas. The one starting anew but who welcomed me without question because of this thing between us.”
Her eyes shine like she might cry. Much as I love touching her emotions, I can't have her doing that. I kiss her quickly, stealing whatever she might have said next.
Kissing turns to touching. That soon turns to my cock getting the notion she needs more. Since I'm still buried deep inside her, I take advantage and give her another round. This one is more crazed than the first. She floats between letting me take charge and demanding what she wants of me. I push and push until she comes so hard, she passes out. I watch her for a few minutes, then gently pull out to clean us up.
Rose stays asleep through it all, her body spent from the morning. I make sure she's all good with a blanket, then I turn off the light and leave her be.