"Oh!" Electric sparks surge through my veins.
"Take it, Princess. Ride me."
I do as he asks, throwing my head back and rocking up and down, thrusting my hips forward with each movement. He pinches my nipple hard, continuing to taunt me with his thumb.
I press my knees into the bed, rearing up and slamming back down. The action shakes the bed so forcefully the headboard bangs against the wall. Power comes over me, and I repeat the movement over and over until my thighs quiver.
"Jesus, fucking shit," he hisses, knifing up, his lips going directly to my nipple and sucking it hard. A loud moan leaves my throat as he kisses across my chest to take the other the same way.
His mouth licks, sucks, and bites down until I'm panting.
The hand between us moves to fist my hair, easing my face forward.
"Open your eyes," he demands, continuing to drive upward.
I open and immediately know I've lost control. He takes over and pummels up, ramming so deep I cry out in pleasure.
"Feel that?" His cock pulsates, thumping against my walls.
"Yes."
"Made for me, baby. This right here was made for me."
I nod, parting my lips and taking in shallow breaths.
"Give it to me. I need to hear you."
My hands go to his shoulders for leverage, and I arc, brushing my breasts against his chest and swivel on him. We move in rhythm, the sound of our bodies clashing together hanging in the air.
"Oh my…" I whimper brazenly.
"Let go," he grunts, grasping my hair tighter.
"Want you with me."
"I'm there, baby."
I find the strength, clench every muscle, and buck hard against him. This does it.
"Fuck, Ashlyn!" The roar echoes off the walls, and he convulses, pouring into me. I explode along with him, unable to hold my head up and dropping my face to his shoulder. My body quakes and spots dot my vision as he continues to rock.
I gasp as another orgasm hits from the friction of him rubbing erotically against my clit. My body melts into him, all my energy draining.
Our hearts race together and I cling to him, not wanting this to end.
"Got to say, I've lived with that dream for many months, but this is a fuck of a better ending."
My little giggle bubbles up, and I nuzzle closer in his neck and lick the underside of his jaw, loving the taste of his skin. "I thought you enjoyed marking me."
"I marked you, darling. It's currently coating us both." His cock twitches against my sensitive walls and I moan at the sensation.
"You have to tame that thing. I need to come back down to earth."
His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and he massages my scalp tenderly. "Princess, you fucked me so hard there's a chance my wall has dents. My dick's got a mind of his own."
The headboard banging comes back to me and I peer behind him. "Nope, no dents."
He dips his chin down, coming into view. "Maybe next time."
"Maybe."
"Good to know my Princess isn't afraid to get a little wild."
"You've known that from the beginning."
"Yeah," his eyes soften, "I have."
"But just to say, my new bedroom set is heavy enough that it will take supernatural force to move it."
"Look forward to testing that theory." He kisses me sweetly.
"Speaking of beds. It's time for me to order my mattresses. Have you had time to decide which one passed your test?"
As promised, I narrowed down my choices and took him to test my top three choices. Any of them are fine with me, but he's been quiet in his opinion.
"I like mine."
"Yours is exceptional. I've looked everywhere and tried everything to buy the same one, but it's impossible."
"I know, it was a limited production, special edition."
"You didn't think to tell me that before I tested every mattress in four counties?"
Something sparks in his eyes, and all the euphoria of out of this world sex flies out of my mind. "Nope."
I know that look well. Alarm bells ring in my head. He tightens his hold when I make a move to free myself.
"You're not going anywhere. Listen to me."
"No, you’re going to ruin my post-sex bliss, and I haven't even had coffee to sling sass for whatever crazy thing is in your head."
"Nothing will ruin what we just shared. That's why you stay right here, my dick still inside you and listen."
I try to squirm, which backfires because he stiffens, pressing up. "Keep going, baby."
I freeze, narrowing my eyes, and glare. He has the nerve to grin cunningly. "We're moving my mattress to your place. You pick something for here. There's a huge market for furnished rentals in the area. A new mattress will be a bonus."
"Renters?" I squeak.
"You're modeling your dream home, and when it's done, we're not doing that two-house bullshit. I'll put mine on the rental market for a while unless a buyer comes in with an offer I can't refuse."
"Buyer?" His words are jumbling together but I'm trying to keep up.
"Most likely go the rental route to keep the tax benefits."
"Are you—" I swallow, trying to ease the quiver in my voice. "Are you inviting yourself to move in with me?"
"You got a problem with that?"
It's on the tip of my tongue to lash out, but it doesn't come because the idea sinks in and hits me with such a force it soars through me. "I… I…"
"Take it in, baby."
"H-h-how long have you been planning this?” I stammer through the question.
"My whole life."
The answer is simple. No hesitation, no bullshit, it's all him and I can't find any argument anywhere in my dazed brain. Instead, I race through his rooms, picking apart everything.
"Your recliners will match my living room furniture perfectly. And if you're not too opposed, this bedroom set will look fabulous in the upstairs suite. We can buy something else if the renters need."
His eyes glimmer brilliantly and his face lights up with satisfaction. "You already ordered something for upstairs?"
"Nothing I can't cancel."
He places his lips to mine, the
