Burn Erotica
Page 12
His cock drew out of me, and I cried out as it slammed back in. I arched my back as his hands clasped my breasts, his mouth at my throat—kissing, sucking under my jaw, kissing down toward my chest. I writhed and thrashed underneath him on the magnificent bed as he hammered into me. He took my nipples into his mouth and sucked them hard. I thrust my hips up higher against his to meet him as he kept driving into me, the full moon flooding into the room as our silhouettes moved around on the wall.
His mouth met my ear as he held me tight. “Danni,” he panted, thrusting into me even harder.
I felt myself begin to tighten around him, everywhere, my knees buckling, I grabbed the back of his head as I cried out, and he held me tighter as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I shuddered and convulsed under him as he held me in his arms. Then before I had finished, he stiffened all over, his jaw clenching as he exploded inside me. I felt his warm liquid filling me deep inside, and I collapsed back on the pillows.
He lay down next to me, putting his head next to mine. And I realised I hadn’t yet told him I loved him. I stroked his face. “I love you,” I whispered.
He kissed me. “I love you too,” he whispered back, between kisses.
As I lay in my husband’s arms, eyes drifting closed, I couldn’t believe what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I had woken up this morning, dreading going to my friend’s wedding. I had arrived sad and alone, and in the same day I had been reunited with the love of my life. And I had become his wife. Our friends were going to get a shock in the morning when they discovered they were having their honeymoon at the same time as ours.
I felt Jaron stir. “Danni?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“If I’m Lord Fucking Muck, does that make you Lady Fucking Muck?”
“Fuck you!”
We both burst out laughing as he grabbed me around my waist, pulling me on top of him. We were ready to go again. He held my hips as I threw my head back, riding him up and down as he thrust up into me. And I smiled to myself.
I will never forget the day I met Jaron McLachlan. And I will never regret it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jade Stone
Jade Stone is a New Zealand based writer.
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