Lucky's Choice(86)

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes!” Willa hit his shoulders. “You’re taking too long.”

She felt his body shaking in laughter. “Then hold on, and I’ll see what I can do about going faster.” Lucky lifted her thighs higher.

Willa was concentrating so hard on the pull of her muscles in her legs that she barely felt it when Lucky surged inside of her, thrusting his cock home. A gasp escaped her lips at the feeling of him stretching her, his pelvis flush against hers.

“Does it hurt?” he breathed into her mouth, licking her bottom lip.

“It feels wonderful.” Willa’s body shook as Lucky slid out then thrust back inside with a powerful stroke.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned.

“I never expected it to feel this good.” Willa wanted desperately to move, but Lucky’s hold kept him in control of her and the climax that was just out of her reach. “Can we do this all the time?”

Lucky groaned again. “Can we finish this time first?”

“I don’t want it to end,” Willa said fervently.

“You won’t be saying that in five minutes,” Lucky promised.

She was so glad she had gone to her doctor to get birth control so they could have their wedding night with nothing between them.

When he had begun making love to her, it had been a gentle breeze floating across her body, escalating to the beginning of a storm that began lifting her away until she only felt what he was doing to her body. She felt like she was being tossed about in the whirlwind of desire to the point that she was afraid she wouldn’t come out the same as when she had gone in, losing a part of herself in the eye of the storm that she would only find again when she returned.#p#分页标题#e#

Lucky’s movements sped up, his body moving over hers hard enough to shake the bed. Her body was at the mercy of the storm that had built until it couldn’t be contained any longer.

Willa could have sworn she saw white lightning when her body couldn’t take it anymore, and then it burst into a myriad of colors that flashed before her eyes. She blinked rapidly, wanting to see Lucky’s eyes clenched in a desire so painful only she could give him the relief he needed.

She couldn’t move, but she did have use of her mouth. Instinctively, she turned her head, gently biting into his bicep. He stiffened over her, a deep groan coming from his chest as he stroked his climax inside of her. He then released her legs, moving carefully to her side.

“Is it normal that I can’t move my legs?” Willa gave her own groan as she tried to lower them back to the mattress.

Lucky laughed, raising up to massage her legs then helping her to lay them on the bed. Even then, he stroked her, telling her how beautiful she was, how special making her his wife was.

Willa placed her hand over his mouth. “I don’t need to hear you say all that.” Lucky stared down at her with his heart in his eyes. “You told me all that when you married me.” Willa waved her hand at the rumpled bed. “This is just icing on the cake.”

Lucky fell back on the bed. “In that case, let’s get you in a hot shower so you won’t be too sore.”

Willa winced when she sat up on the side of the bed. “I can manage that on my own.”

Lucky started to protest, but then a cunning look crossed his face before he sat up on the bed, reaching for the remote control. “That’s cool. I’ll play another game. The last one only took an hour and a half.”

“It didn’t take that long.” She must have stayed in the bathroom longer than she had thought.

She went to the bathroom door, hearing him start the PS4. Holding the door open, she turned back to him.

“All right, you can shower with me, but no hogging the water.”

Lucky jumped out of the bed. “Don’t worry. I always share.”





Chapter 24



Willa rolled over in the bed, her hand searching for Lucky in the rumpled sheets. Her eyes opened in the dark bedroom. He was gone again. She didn’t have to search for him, knowing he was in the backyard of the church. It was where he went every night when she fell asleep after they made love.

On their honeymoon, she had believed he had risen to watch the sun rise from the beach. However, when they had returned home, it didn’t take long to realize something was wrong. She had tried to talk to him several times, but he maintained that it was the time he used for his prayers. She believed that, but the prayers weren’t ones of mediation. Willa feared it was much more than that, and he wouldn’t confide in her.

She climbed out of bed, picking up her robe from the chair beside the bed. The hardwood floors were cool underneath her feet.