Page 82 of All Twisted Up
He thrust up, moving faster, dragging me on and off as he picked up speed, starting a rhythm. “So…fucking…beautiful, Joshua,” he began chanting, picking up the pace. His fingers dug into my hips, but I relished the sting, knowing I’d enjoy looking at the bruises they left when I showered off later on. In moments, I felt my climax beginning at the small of my back as it rushed in on me with a particularly well-placed brush over my prostate.
I groaned. “Gonna come, Nash!” The warning was unnecessary, because the second his name left my lips, I did just that, shooting an arc of creamy, hot come from my cockwhich fell back down in thick splatters all over his chest, leaving puddles from collar bone to belly. I shuddered with the second wave of climax as he fucked me forcefully through it, milking me free of smaller spurts.
“Damn, Joshua!” he shouted, bucking up and burying his length deep up inside. I felt his cock swell seconds before liquid heat filled me as he came in one, long, shivering climax, emptying himself deeply inside my body. He shuddered as I came down over him, fusing our mouths once again, listening to the rapid tattoo of our hearts which beat as one.
When I could finally breathe normally again, I shifted off him and rolled to my back, feeling the slide of his come pooling beneath me. I panted, staring up at the ceiling as I threw an arm over my eyes. “I should’ve pulled the covers down. Now I’m going to have to wash the bedding before the kids get home.”
Nash rolled, propping his head in his hand as he stared down at me with a grin. “Don’t want them smelling your stank?”
I started laughing, then cringed as the movement forced more of his come to stain the bedding. “I’m sorry. Did you say my ‘stank’?”
He laughed, reaching out to tease my lips with one long finger. “Well, what would you call it?”
I rolled to my side, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek just because he was so dear to me. “I don’t really care. You call it whatever you want to call it. I’m just so glad you’re home. I missed you so much, Nash.”
His gaze softened. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”
I frowned, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the first time. “You look tired.”
He smiled sadly. “I don’t sleep right when you’re not in bed by my side.” He pulled me with him when he rolled to his back, and I scooted close, resting my head on his shoulder. “Sometimes I have bad dreams when you’re not with me.”
I reached up and ran my fingers along his jaw, dragging them over his stubble. “Why?”
He sighed and then lifted my hand, kissing my palm as he turned his head to look at me. “Because after my father did what he did to me, I lived in a dark place for a long time, Joshua.”
“And now?” I asked.
He smiled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Because with you at my side sleeping softly, there’s no more darkness, baby. I live my life in color, even in my dreams.”
It was the same for me. I smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, Nash.”
“You’re it for me, Joshua. I love you,” he said softly.
I smiled, closing my eyes and snuggling even closer to him. “And I love you, Nash, and I always will.”