I get on the bed behind her and taking my cock, I rub it up and down her, coating myself. Her hands are tight fists, her whole body wound tight in front of me. I take hold of her hips and hold her still. With one hard thrust I enter her to the hilt. I withdraw slowly so she feels every inch of me. Again, I rub myself against her swollen clit before plunging in to her. I repeat the torturous process until I have her whimpering.
“Please,” she starts to beg. “Please let me come.”
I slide my finger down her ass and when I reach the puckered hole, I slowly push my thumb in. Her whole body convulses against me. I can feel my cock as I start to thrust my finger in and out of her ass. I match the thrusts of my thumb to that of my cock sinking deep in her. Her legs start to shake against my thighs and I know she can’t hold out anymore. I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back and I listen to her gasps of pleasure.
I pull out and taking hold of her hips I turn her around to lie on her back. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from biting them to hold back until I give her permission. Her hair is scattered everywhere and I can see her pulse rapidly beating in her neck.
I pull her knees up beside my hips and take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. I bite it just enough to border on painful and it makes her moan with pleasure. Her hips grind in the air in search of my cock. I grab her bound wrists and pin her body under mine. I slam into her with all my strength. She throws her head back, her lips parting on a moan.
“Come for me, Kris,” I groan not being able to hold much longer myself.
Her hips start to grind back against me, her muscles sucks me in deeper. “Garrett!” My name escapes her hoarsely and then her body tenses like a bow, her back arching off the bed.
“Good girl,” I whisper as my own orgasm releases. I keep thrusting until she collapses back on the cover, totally spent and then my own jerky movements start to slow. I slowly move in and out, emptying myself completely in her. “Fuck, yes.” I collapse on her, needing a moment to gather some strength before I pull out of her delicious heat.
~*~
Chapter Fifty
Kristine~
My whole body is buzzing with pleasure. He unties my hands and then he leaves me lying on the bed, feeling completely boneless. Moments later he comes back with a cool cloth, and cleans me. I can’t even bring myself to open my eyes. He lies down next to me and pulls my limp body against his. He places a kiss on my shoulder and then whispers, “Do you need any more convincing of how much I want you?”
I giggle and shake my head. “I’m good for now.” I curl up against him. “I might later, though.”
“Is that so?” his voice rumbles in his chest.
“Yeah, but first I just want to lie here with you. I just want to feel your arms around me.”
He places a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll give you ten minutes to recover.”
I laugh into his chest. I don’t think I’ll be awake in ten minutes.
~*~
Chapter Fifty One
Garrett~
Six years later…
A shrill scream startles me awake. I blink a couple of times to clear the blur from my eyes. The screaming starts up again, this time more determined. I throw my arm over to Kris’s side of the bed and tap her back. “Your daughter is awake,” I mumble.
She grabs a pillow and shoves it over her head. I hear her faint mumble, “Took two to make her. It’s your turn.”
I pull the pillow away from her and cover my own head with it. “I have to get up for work in the morning.”
“Like I don’t have to work? Go check on our daughter!” She yanks the pillow back, smacks me with it and covers her head again.
“You have to obey me, I’m your husband.” I start laughing already knowing how she’s going to react.
“You said it, I’m your wife not your slave.” She started saying that after Amy was born and I love it every time she does.
“You win,” I say, getting up to go check on our daughter.
We got a bigger place after we got married, not far from her bookstore. I’ll never let her give up on that store, I know how much it means to her and she has Andrea helping her. Besides, I work from home so I’m always on standby for her and Amy.
Amy’s room is next to ours. I put on the nightlight and peek into her crib. “Hey, Princess,” I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. “Tell daddy what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.” She makes a few unhappy sounds, as if she’s having a serious conversation with me. I love my daughter to the ends of the earth. I check her diaper. It’s just a little wet, but I change it anyway. I check the time, and see that it’s just gone past five. It’s the time she usually wakes up. So much for getting more sleep.