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"I missed this pussy." I boosted her higher so I could dip my tongue inside her. "You're fucking dripping for me, baby."
Her hands fisted my hair, and she moaned, rubbing herself against my mouth.Fuck yeah. "Get there,ma douce."
She let out small cries that made me proud—because I was the one doing this to her. I was servicingmy wife. This sense of possession ran both ways, I realized as she came. I owned her cum, but she owned mine, and she'd been doing that without my consent, without her knowledge, even before we were married.
None of this made sense to me, so I did what did make sense. I went up her body, holding myself up so I didn't crush her and slammed inside her. Her hands moved to the nape of my neck, and her nails dragged on my skin, the small bites of pain spurring me on.
"Yeah, just like that." I thrust my hips and went balls deep inside my wife.
I sealed my mouth over hers, desperately wanting to be inside her in more ways than one.
Her body surrounded me. Her pussy was warm around my cock. Her arms held me tight. Her legs wrapped around my waist.
I looked down at her and found that she wasn't looking away; her eyes weren't closed. She felt as I did,consumed.
This wasn't sex. I knew that deep inside me. This was me claiming Elsa. This was me, making her mine. This was—fucking hell—making love.
Chapter 7
Elsa
Merdé, but that was good.
I wasn't a prude. I knew how good sex could be. I knew that it was a team sport. A woman who just lay there hoping and praying the man would do all the work was stupid—plenty of my more experienced friends had told me that. But with Duncan, it didn't feel like I was doing anything—it felt like we were moving together in harmony.
I watched him come through slitted eyes moments after I did for a second time. My heart fluttered as he groaned my name.
"You feel so good,ma douce, skin against skin," he muttered, still stroking in and out of me even though I could feel his semen inside me. "So good. The first time, baby, the first time I'm feeling a woman bare."
I'd never seen him like this. Even that time when he took my virginity, he’d not been needy. He was dominating in and out of bed. I liked that, but I liked this much better. This man who was letting me know his truth, even if it was just about sex, made me yearn for him. I knew from last time that he could go a couple more times. Would he? Because I was hardly done.
I was greedy. I hadn't even known this about me.
"This pussy is mine," he growled when he pulled out and watched his semen drip out of me. He pushed it back in, and his hand brushed against my clitoris, making me feel weak all over again.
We fell asleep, wet, and exhausted. He woke me up in the middle of the night, poised atop me. "Can you take me again."
"Yes, come inside," I all but begged.
He lined his dick at my entrance and began to move it inside.
My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in, wanting to feel that fullness.
He gripped my ass, lifting me almost, and slammed into me. I screamed because it felt so damn good, but he stopped.
"Elsa?"
"Je veux plus." I want more.
"I'll give you more, baby. I'll give you everything," he ground out. The tendons in his neck were strained as if he were holding on a thread.
"Let go," I demanded. I wanted him out of control.
He snarled and started to pound into me. "You're so beautiful,ma douce. Mine. Fucking mine."
Oui, I was his. In a few short months, this stranger had become my world. The baby inside me had become my life.
We fell asleep again, and the next time he woke me up, he wanted me on all fours so he could enter me from behind. I felt full of him. I smelled like him. Tasted of him. He dragged hisdick in and out of me. It was so damn good that my eyes rolled, and I crushed rose petals in my hand.
