And I do exactly that, taking my time, savoring the way his body reacts, the low sounds he tries and fails to hold back, theway his composure fractures piece by piece until he’s nothing but need and praise and shaking restraint beneath my hands.
“Fuck, Mya.” His head falls back, a broken groan spilling from his lips. “I don’t want to come like this but you make it so damn hard to stop.”
His breathing turns ragged, and before I can push him any further, he slides his hand into my hair and pulls me away.
“Enough.”
Worth helps me up, then turns me smoothly to face the bed, my palms pressed to the mattress, heart pounding in my throat. His body comes up behind mine, hands gliding slowly over my sides, my waist, my hips.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “My beautiful wife.”
His touch drags lower, unhurried, teasing, claiming, sending shivers through me. He leans in, his chest flush to my back, mouth finding my neck, marking a slow path of kisses up to my ear. I gasp when his cock slides against my entrance, using my slick arousal to push deep inside me.
“God, Worth… I’ll never get used to your size.” A moan escapes with the words.
He chuckles softly. “I’ve got you, baby. Take a deep breath for me.”
I do, and he pulls out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing back in. I gasp—half squeal, half curse. “Oh, fuck!”
Worth’s grip tightens on my hips as he sets the pace, guiding us until my body yields to him, stretching to accommodate the fullness of his cock. He presses in closer, murmuring praise and devotion against me.
His rhythm builds, slow at first, then deeper, harder. My fingers tighten against the mattress, my breath coming out in broken sounds I can’t control.
“Look at me,” Worth murmurs, voice wrecked.
I glance over my shoulder, and the way he stares at me—utterly undone—sends heat spiraling through my entire body.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.”
His hand slides around to find my clit, fingers circling as pleasure coils tighter, impossible to hold back.
“I’m close,” I moan.
“Good.” His forehead drops to my shoulder. “Let go, Kitten.”
The world fractures.
I come apart, his name on my lips, everything tightening, exploding into warmth and light that rushes through every nerve. Worth groans against my neck, his pace stuttering as he follows me over the edge.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breath and the wild thundering of our hearts. Then he softens, still wrapped around me, still holding me like he has no intention of ever letting go. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, the corner of my jaw, soothing where he’s touched.
“Mine” he whispers, a smile in his voice. “My beautiful wife.”
I laugh breathlessly, turning into his arms as he pulls me gently down with him, and we collapse onto the bed in a tangled, satisfied mess.
“I love you,” I tell my husband.
“I love you back. So much,” he replies.
We stay there, catching our breath, the world finally quiet.
Tonight, there’s no rush. No fear or borrowed happiness.
Just us, finally getting the night we were always meant to have.
Forever is ours.
Worth