He snuggled up to me, cradling me in his arms as he spooned me from behind. A thrill raced through me when I felt his rock-hard rod pressing against my backside. When he began peppering kisses along my neck as one hand kneaded my breast and the other slipped between my legs a needy sound escaped from me as I rolled my hips. His fingers easily glided along the seam of my sex, still wet from his saliva or my orgasm or both.
My clit throbbed as he teased it, his fingertip tracing around it but never actually touching it. He lifted my leg so that it was draped over his thigh, giving him complete access to my center. With his left hand, he pinched and teased my nipple and his right moved from my sex. I whimpered, missing his touch. Then my whimper morphed into a moan when I felt the pressure of the head of his penis pressed to the slit of my sex.
A hot, wild tremor ripped through me as his thick head pushed past my folds into my opening. It was just enough pressure to delight and tantalize all of my nerve endings. I tilted my pelvis trying to make him go deeper inside of me, but he gripped my hip and held me in place. As much as I wanted to feel more of him, I also loved being at his mercy. The psychology of him being in control of my body was almost as exhilarating as the physical sensations he caused to riot through me. I closed my eyes, allowing myself the luxury of just feeling.
With every second that passed my arousal grew and I felt my body getting primed for another orgasm and all he’d done was play just the tip. Tingling and tension began to radiate from my center as Hank played my body like an instrument that he’d mastered.
I tried to swallow the needy sounds in the back of my throat, but it was no use. They wouldn’t be silenced. When my body began to move of its own accord, his fingers dug into my hip keeping me in place.
“I know you want to come,” he whispered in my ear. “But you have to wait. Do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“No matter how good it feels, don’t come,” he commanded roughly.
I nodded again as he drove inside of me. My back arched at the sudden intrusion of his thick shaft. The pressure between my legs and the sting of his girth pushing my body to its limits was the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
I fisted the sheet in my hands, anchoring myself to the bed as he began to move in controlled measures. He teased me, pulling himself out just an inch or two before pushing back inside of me. They were shallow pumps and with each one his girth grew larger, expanding inside of me causing my inner walls to stretch even more.
“Open your eyes.”
Since I wasn’t facing him, which I loved doing, I thought that I’d just be staring at the wall. But when my lids fluttered open I realized that I could see our reflection in the floor mirror leaned against the wall across from his bed. There’d been so much to take in that I hadn’t even seen it.
I’d never seen myself when I was having sex before. I wouldn’t have thought it would be something I’d like, but as I watched Hank’s large hand covering my breast and my legs spread open as he drove inside of me, I had to admit it was erotic.
With each pump of his body into mine, my body was closer to going up and over the peak. When I felt tingles begin to crawl up my neck, my eyes shut of their own accord.
“Keep watching,” Hank growled in my ear.
I tried to open my eyes but they were heavy with arousal.
“Open your eyes and come,” he commanded.
Those must have been the magic words because my lids popped open at the exact moment that I reached the threshold of passion. My body was seized by a rush of sensation so intense I was scared I was going to pass out and miss this mind-blowing experience.
I wasn’t sure how I did it, but thankfully I was able to stay conscious and ride the wild ride to its dizzying peak. Just as I was beginning to come down the other side Hank slammed into me with a force he’d never used before as his body tensed from head to toe.
His final thrust sent me back up and over the edge of my release giving my body a double-header of pleasure. The second act was even more intense than the first and shot me into another atmosphere completely. One where I didn’t need oxygen, all I needed was Hank’s body inside of me.
By the time I started to drift back down into our dimension, I realized I actually was dizzy and my lungs burned from holding my breath. I gasped as air filled my lungs, my body weak as my arms and legs fell limp.
I shut my eyes once again and Hank shifted so that I was on my back. The mattress dipped as he moved above me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging onto him, wanting to feel his weight on me. The last time we’d made love, he’d moved when he thought he was crushing me, but he wasn’t. And I didn’t want him to move again. I held him tightly as my breathing began to return to normal.
He softly kissed my mouth, his lips skimming mine as he spoke. “I’m going to marry you.”
My lids sprung open and he was staring down at me with a stare of love and connection that told me I’d heard him correctly, but I still found myself asking, “What?”
“I’m going to marry you,” he repeated.
My heart thudded violently against my chest. I didn’t know what to say or do. Hank was the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, he was the man that I wanted to raise Luna with, he was the man that I wanted to have more babies with, and I just couldn’t comprehend that that man was asking me to marry him.
“Is that a proposal or just an FYI situation?” I was only half-joking.
“I don’t have a ring and I will do it the right way. But I don’t want you to ever doubt what my intentions are. I’m going to marry you.”
“Oh, okay,” I responded lamely.
“Is that an answer or just an observation?”
I couldn’t help but smile. Hank was always so self-assured and confident that seeing a chink in his authoritative armor was adorable. “I guess you’ll find out when you do it the right way.”
“So that’s a yes,” he stated confidently.
I guess the chink was more of a ding then.
“Maybe,” I teased. “Only one way to find out.”
He leaned down to kiss me, but I pressed my hand to his chest. “Elizabeth.”
His brows lifted in confusion.
“My middle name, for when you ‘do it the right way’.”
The corners of his lips curled up as he closed his eyes and went back in for a kiss.
“Wait. What is your middle name?”
In my speech, when I’d declared my love for him, I hadn’t known his middle name.
“I’ll tell you and then I’m going to kiss you.” I could hear the desperation in his voice and it filled me with more joy than I could explain. “Deal?”
“Deal,” I agreed.
“Moonlight,” he said a millisecond before his lips crashed onto mine.
“Moon—” I started to repeat it but it was too late.
His kiss swept me away into his love. A place I was more than happy being. But I would definitely be revisiting the middle name bomb he’d just dropped on me at a later date and time. One when we were both fully clothed and he couldn’t distract me with his throw-down powers.
CHAPTER 46
Hank
My chest expanded as I took a deep, soothing, soul-cleansing breath and tightened my tie as I stared at my reflection. Bittersweet. That’s what today was. There was just no way around it. Today was just one of the thousands she should have been here for. Her son was getting married.