Page 117 of Sin With Me

When she finally climbs back up my body, I sit up and cup her face, crashing my mouth down on hers. She lifts up until she impales herself with my cock and we both gasp at the sensation.

"Goddamn, baby." I hold myself up with one hand behind me while the other cups her ass with a smack. "Take what you need from me."

"Mm, do that again."

I slap her ass harder this time and she yelps as I squeeze it in my grip.

"Again," she murmurs, rocking faster. "Harder."

"Jesus Christ..." I'm barely holding back as it is, but I give her exactly what she wants, making sure to leave a nice red handprint this time.

Her head falls back with a throaty moan, pushing her breasts out, and I quickly capture one in my palm.

"You like that, huh?" I taunt, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb. "You're drivin' me crazy, Delly. I'm gonna fill you so fuckin' full."

"Yes, please..." she whimpers, nodding. "Come inside me."

My balls tighten up and she grinds down on me faster, holding onto my shoulders as our bodies move against each other.

"Play with your clit for me," I order. "I'm so close."

I somehow refrain until she comes once more, and then I bury my face in her neck and release inside her.

We end up a hot tangled mess of limbs, heavy breathing, and hearts pounding.

With her body collapsed on top of me, I wrap my arms around her and rolls us over to the side.

"You're so perfect," I whisper, brushing sweaty strands of hair off her face. "And so damn beautiful."

"I'm not perfect," she mutters, barely able to move.

My finger traces down her face and around her cheek, memorizing every inch of her face.

"You're perfectfor me. In every single way." I kiss the tip of her nose. "That's why I fell so hard for you before I even knew what you looked like. Then when we met, it only confirmed what I'd felt, and I knew no one else could ever compare. I was prepared to live the rest of my life without getting to act on my feelings, but as long as I got to be in yours in some capacity, I'd still die a happy man."

"Wilder..." She blinks, looking up at me with more tears in her eyes. "I don't need thirty days to know I want to staymarried to you. No one has ever been so open about how they feel about me, and I'd be a fool to even think about lettin' you go when I've wanted you just as long."

My heart kicks up with shock and pure happiness. "Really?"

"Yes, really." She beams with laughter.

I roll on top of her, crashing my mouth down on hers, and she continues giggling when we nearly fall off the bed.

"Shit, we better go clean up before we make an even bigger mess."

Standing, I pull her up with me but can't stop smiling when she's in front of me.

"I'm still not doin' your laundry," she says firmly, poking me in the chest.

Grinning, I cup her cheeks and give her a quick peck on the lips. "Baby, I've been waitin' to take care of you for years, so stop worryin' about me. It's my turn to help you the way you helped me nine years ago."

Before she can respond, I lift her into my arms and take her into the shower. We clean each other and laugh about how it's our second of the day.

Once we dry off and change into comfy clothes, I make us popcorn and then we finally sit to watch the movie. Although truthfully, I hardly pay attention to it because mine is mostly on my wife and how gorgeous she is.

And how fucking happy she makes me.

Something I haven't genuinely felt in a long ass time.