Page 148 of The Wrong Husband

"—the pleasure point located between the cervix and the bladder," she chokes out.

Slap.

"It is one of five deep vaginal erogenous zonesthat research associates with the female orgasm."

"Good to know." I pick up my pace even more, making sure she can feel every millimeter of my extended cock, then reach around to rub on her clit.

"Connor," she yells. "Connor please?—"

I lean over her and growl in her ear, "Come."

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Phoenix

To say this is the most intense orgasm I've had so far does not do it justice.

The sensations pound through my body, jangling my nerve endings, thrumming up my spine, until they bounce around my head and push me over a cliff. I ride what seems to be a Niagara Falls force of waterfall over a sharp edge. I feel his heat at my back, his cock still thick and heavy inside me. I feel him give a guttural cry and follow me down.

Then I’m floating, sinking, slowly coming into myself. Feeling the heat of his body pinning me down, even though he’s got his arms planted on either side of me so he’s barely leaning on me. But the flickers of electricity which seem to sizzle off him, cause the hair on my arms and back of my neck to rise.

My eyelids feel weighed down, my arms and legs so heavy. I’m unable to stop myself from slumping into the bed. For a few seconds, he leans more of his weight on me. The ridges of hischest dig into my back. The warmth rolling off of him scorches my skin. He’s still inside me. On me. All around me.

His body holding me down is the most secure feeling in the world. I revel in that absolute bliss that comes with a postcoital glow. A sensation even more intense than the last few times he made love to me. This time… There was abandon. As if he lost control and showed more of himself to me.

Perhaps, the secrets I kept from him were holding me back, but his finding out the most vulnerable aspects of me seems to have pushed him to open himself fully to me. My bones feel like they’ve melted. I’m wrapped up in him, and floating in a sensation which can only be described as completely being at peace.

The sound of his breathing intertwines with mine. The vibrations of his heart beating against mine sink into my blood, surrounding my heart in a nest of serenity.

The rasp of the hair on his legs as he moves them against mine. The power in his thighs. The ridge of his pelvic bone digging into the raw skin of my butt, the corded tendons of his biceps bracketing my body… All of it is imprinted into my flesh and seared into my brain cells.

The silence stretches, and then something vibrates as if from far away. It infiltrates my consciousness and sends a tremor of uncertainty down my spine.

I push up through the layers of comfort cocooning me. Then wince when he pulls out of me. He kisses the back of my head.

"I should take this." He rolls off, and there’s a sucking sound as he peels his skin off mine. Instantly, I feel like I've lost a part of myself, the heat replaced by the cooler air in the room as the sweat on my back begins to dry.

I sense him moving around. There's the rustle of fabric as he reaches for the phone in his pants.

"Davenport."

I listen to the sound of someone speaking on the other side, the words illegible.

"Now?" I sense him snapping to attention. "You sure about that?"

Something in his voice makes me roll over on my back and sit up.Ouch.Let’s just say my gluteus maximus is registering a level of discomfort consistent with a low-grade contusion. Meaning: my ass hurts.

He rubs the back of his neck. "Right. Of course." He holds the phone between his chin and shoulder, and steps into his pants. He listens again. "I’ll be there.”

"What’s wrong?" I frown. "Who called you?"

He blows out a breath, then leans up and kisses me firmly. He licks on my lips, and when I part them, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. There’s something desperate about his actions, something uncontrolled, different from the dominance he exuded earlier… This is…frenzied. Almost urgent. It’s why, instead of allowing myself to be distracted by him, I manage to tear my mouth from his and scowl. "Tell me."

He arches an eyebrow. "You don’t tell me what to do."

"In this case, I do, because you’re hiding something from me."

He seems taken aback. "Oh, yeah? And you know that, how?"