Page 149 of Unveil

My heart stutters, and he must take pleasure in my expression because he thrusts faster. His hips move with mine, his cock stroking the bundles of nerves inside me, while his pelvis grinds against my clit. My nails dig into his upper back, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.

“Don’t be shy, little bird,” he rasps. “Let the forest hear my wife come on my cock.”

His permission frees my moan as heat coils in my belly. My muscles tighten, my legs lock around his waist, ankles hooking behind him.

“Fuck, Luna, fuck. I love when you hold me like this. Your cunt’s so tight and needy at this angle. Practically sucks me in.”

I can’t answer, my body giving into the throes of one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever given me. My breaths come fast as I squeeze and climb the high.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Chase it. Run to it. Fly to it, little bird. Come on your husband’s cock.”

Husband.

That’s what does it.

My whole body convulses, clenching around him so hard it’s painful. His grip on me is agonizingly delicious, and I drift with pleasure before soaring down, down, down. My breaths come out ragged as I try to catch them in my ecstasy and I’m a puddle in his arms.

He picks my languid body up and seats me in his lap, moving me like I weigh nothing while he finds the perfect angle and rhythm?—

Oh God.

“I’m com?—"

My second orgasm rips through me, shattering me even more than the first. I scream as lightning explodes behind my eyes, thunder in my bones, and he’s still pounding into me, deeper, faster, frantic now.

“Chase it, husband,” I murmur.

“Luna!” He roars my name and yanks me down, somehow pushing even more of himself into me. My legs tighten around his hips as he holds me still, spilling inside me. His hand cups the back of my head while his hips roll, slow and deep, making sure every last drop stays in me.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

He bites into my neck where my bruise never really heals, making me cry out in agonizing pleasure-pain. I moan until he releases, then hum against his neck and kiss him over and over until he pulls my head back and dives his tongue inside my eager mouth. He doesn’t let go, doesn’t even let us move, only devours my mouth with the same fervor and intensity he does everything between us. Finally he rests on his calves, keeping me flush to him as he stays inside me and presses our foreheads together.

“Think we made a little Fury that time?”

A tired, sated chuckle falls from my lips.

“Not unless your cum can swim past an IUD.”

He snorts. “I’ve defied worse odds.”

I laugh, my breaths rising and falling against his chest.

“I love you, wife. My reckless little bird.”

“I love you,” I whisper. “Thank you for being reckless with me.”

He smiles against my lips.

“Over a goddamn cliff, baby.”

~ The End ~