He lowers his head, blots out the world, then closes his mouth over mine. He robs me of my breath, my words, my will to live without him. He simply takes it all from me. He fucking absorbs every last thought from me. In that moment, he makes me his. He flips me on my back, notches his dick at the entrance to my pussy, then cups the top of my head. Huh?
He plunges forward, burying himself to the hilt with such force that my entire body moves up. My head hits his palm— Huh. Even in the midst of passion, he remembers to stop me from hurting myself— That’s so unlike what I’ve come to expect from this complex male.
He tangles his tongue with mine, brings his other hand down to grip my butt. He slides his thumb into my back hole, pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. His balls slap against my tender flesh as he fills me. He impales me, fills me up, joins me to him with such intensity that tears spring to my eyes. The pressure radiates out from my core, up my body, toward my extremities. Every inch of my skin seems to flare with a strange iridescent glow. My scalp tingles, my toes curl, and I arch my back, knowing I am going to—
He releases my mouth, glares into my face, "Come for me, wife." His command rips through me, hurtling me up, up, over the edge. The pressure in my chest explodes out; flashes of white blind me.
When I come to, he’s poised in exactly the same position.
"Jesus," I croak.
"You do know that’s also the name Lennon gave one of his cats, right?"
"What?"
"Face it," he rubs his nose with mine. "Your hero, John L, was a cat lady in disguise."
A giggle bubbles up my throat, "I can’t believe you’re telling me this…now…when…" I glance down, "when you’re inside of me."
His dick lengthens, pushing against my inner walls. Another trembling spirals up from where he’s sheathed inside of me. "What the—?"
"You keeping count this time?" He tilts his hips and the head of his dick brushes against my cervix.
"Saint!’
"Gigi," he leans down and licks my lips. "Are you keeping count?"
"Of what?"
He pulls back, then pounds into me, and ohmigod, the climax crashes over me. I throw back my head and a keening cry emerges from my lips. Another shudder rolls over me, I pull back my shoulders, thrust my pelvis up as liquid heat pools between my legs.
"How many was that Gigi?"
"What?"
"How many orgasms so far?"
"Two?"
He clicks his tongue. "Let’s make that three."
His dick thickens inside of me. Holy shit, no way is he still erect. I force myself to focus on his face, his deepening gaze, the dark hair stuck to his forehead, the sheen of sweat that covers his shoulders. I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs, push myself up, and wind my arms around his neck.
His big body trembles, and he braces his weight on his elbow, then slides a second finger inside my back hole. The tension coiled in his muscles vibrates out, the heat from his body intensifies, and his heart beat ratchets up. I turn my head into the crook of his shoulder, bite down on his skin, and his cock jumps. A shudder grips his body and his hoarse cry fills my ears, "Fuck, Gigi." His entire body stiffens, then he comes, shooting hot streams of cum inside of me.
He collapses onto me, his weight pressing me down into the bed. I wind my limbs around him, lick the blood from the broken skin on his neck.
The muscles on his back ripple. He turns and brushes my lips with his, "You’re full of surprises, Gigi."
He begins to pull out and I shake my head. "Stay," I whisper against his lips.
He hesitates, then flips us over, so I am once more on his chest, with him inside of me. I snuggle into him, the warmth of his body a contrast to the air hitting my back. I shiver.
"You cold?"
"A little." I rub my cheek against the fine hair that peppers his chest. He reaches out behind me, the muscles of his body rippling as he pulls the sheet over both of us.
He folds an arm around my back, tucks my head under his chin.
"I have another question for you," I venture.
He stills. "I hate answering questions."
"No shit," I slip out my tongue and lick his skin.
His cock instantly jumps inside of me. I chuckle, "Where do you get this stamina from?"
He folds an arm behind his head, "I learnt a long time ago, that I had better make the most of the moment at hand. You never know what’s going to happen next, you get me?"
I press my chin into his chest, peer up at him. "Does this have to do with the incident?"
"The girls have been gossiping, huh?"
"Summer may have mentioned it in passing."
"What did she say?"
"That it was up to each of the Seven to talk about what happened to them."
His brow clears.
"What was your question?"
"You changing the topic?" I frown.
He draws the hair away from my face, "When it suits me."
I snicker, "Do you always get your way?"
He smirks, "Is that the question?"
"Did it matter to you so much that I was a virgin?"
"Why do you say that?" he asks.
"Because," I run my tongue over my teeth, "since you discovered that you were my first, you’ve forgotten to be as much of a douchebag to me."
He gazes off into the distance, "You’re right." He scratches his chin. "I never expect any of the women I sleep with to be virgins… Certainly, never expected to marry one." He lowers his gaze to my face.
"So it was a big deal for you?"
He cups my cheek, "If you mean, does it appeal to the primal, chauvinistic man in me that no one has been inside of you
