Page 40 of Accidentally in Love

“Ass!” I teased.

“What? They’re awesome,” he argued as he brushed a thumb across one nipple. His touch felt wonderful, but that wasn’t where I wanted his hands.

“Go lower,” I growled.

I felt his grin on my neck, and his hand danced down to find my clit. “Tell me what you need.”

“You.”

He slid a thick finger across the nub of my clit, brushing gently at the sensitive spot. I was already coming, and he hadn’t even fingered me yet.

“That good, huh?” he said into my ear in a low growl.

God, I loved when he growled at me during sex. It was such a turn-on, and it made me need him even more.

“So good,” I purred back.

He slid his finger down to find my entrance. I moaned and clutched his bicep while his thick fingers pumped in and out of me. He had amazing hands. And tongue. And cock. No wonder he got me pregnant.

“Turn around,” he growled and pulled his fingers out of me.

I shifted so we were face-to-face and whimpered when I watched him lick his fingers. He gave me a wicked grin and kissed me. I melted into the kiss, letting his tongue inside as he devoured my mouth. I would let this man eat me up whole if he could.

He gently pulled my thigh over top of his bigger one and pulled me closer. He teased me by dragging the head of his cock across my sensitive clit, but he wasn’t sliding home yet.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. “Please.”

He held my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. I felt like he could see into my very soul, like he could see how much my heart was bursting for him.

“I’m here. Whatever you need,” he whispered.

“I need you inside me, now,” I begged.

He entered me slowly until he was buried to the hilt. He kissed me for a while and kept up the slow tempo of his thrusting. The slow, intimate pace was exactly what I needed this morning. He held my face in his hands lovingly as our eyes connected, my blue ones bored into his dark brown ones.

“This is nice,” I said as I clutched onto his big shoulders.

“Nice?” he asked with a laugh as he continued to pump inside me. “It’s fucking awesome. Slow morning sex… any sex with you is my favorite.”

My eyes watered at his sweet words. I knew he was just saying he’d have sex with me no matter what, but the way he paced himself and held me close made me feel loved. It made me feel like maybe he could feel for me what I felt for him. My emotions were too much of a mess to ask him about it. Not yet.

“Be a good girl, and come for me,” he growled as he pressed a hand between where we were joined. He slid his thick finger across my clit and rubbed in soft circles while he rocked his hard length inside me.

“Yes…” I moaned.

I loved when he called me a good girl in bed. I yearned for it sometimes.

He wound his free hand through my hair and pulled me as close as he could, and held me as we made love. I realized as I came again that’s what he was doing. He was making love to me in the morning light after I agreed to become his wife.

When I came down off the high of my orgasm, he studied my face. “What?” I asked.

He grinned at me. “I love watching you come.”

“Ass! That was a really sweet moment, you perv.”

He nipped at my bottom lip and continued the soft stroking inside me. “I’m gonna make you come again.”

“Nuh-uh, old man. Your turn,” I teased.