Adriane Leigh - Light in Mourning

“So fucking beautiful when you come all over my face,” I murmured before pushing her back on the bed and spreading her legs for me. I pushed my fingers through her swollen flesh and lapped at her, taking everything she had to give until she was clean. She writhed and moaned, her fingers kneading her breasts, her head thrust back in the most elegant way. I loosened my tie and threw it on the floor, shrugged my shirt over my shoulders, and paused to take her in. Her beautiful body lay out before me, curvy and soft and all mine. My hands ran up her torso and I plucked at her nipples, then wrapping around her neck, thumbs at her collarbone as she panted with pleasure.

“I want to see this face every day.”

“What face?” she breathed as her eyes finally rolled open

“The face that says I’ve given you so much pleasure you’ve lost yourself.”

“Oh,” she murmured as she sucked her lip between her teeth.

“Don’t hurt those beautiful lips either.” I traced my tongue along the seam and they opened for me. I kissed her, devoured her, gave her the taste of herself on my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, threaded her fingers in my hair, and held my body to her own. I felt so connected to her. A year ago, it would have scared me to feel that much for anyone.

But she wasn’t just anyone.

She was my Georgia.

My girl, forever.

And despite anything we were going through, she’d given me that. My mind was at peace. I wasn’t afraid she would leave me. The caveman in me sighed in relief. I had a ring on her finger, and she was in my bed. I knew I was the only one that could make her come undone like that. She was mine and she wasn’t running.

“I want you inside me,” she murmured as she locked her legs around my waist. I grinned against her lips as I fumbled with the button on my pants. She shoved them down my hips and my aching cock sprang free. I teased her wet folds, ran up the seam of her lips, and ground my pelvis into her clit. She gasped and then a low moan escaped her throat.

“Fuck, you drive me insane. Every moan, every look. I can’t get enough,” I murmured before thrusting deep into her. Her body lifted off the bed as she took me in, begging for the connection we always felt when we were together. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” I muttered against her lips.

“Tell me,” she murmured. I huffed a breath against her flesh, sucking on her sweet skin, tugging it between my teeth.

“I feel you throbbing around my cock. Sucking me in, begging me to take you. Your lips wrapping around my shaft. Your heels digging into my ass.” This was her favorite, when I described every single sensation I was feeling.

“Faster, harder, please.”

“No, baby. Nice and slow. I want to feel everything,” I murmured as I dragged my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Drag and thrust, plunge and pull. Her breath picked up as I sucked an erect nipple into my mouth, her body arching off the bed, her heels pushing my hips into her throbbing core, pulling me deeper.

“Every smooth ridge, I can feel the end of you. Feel your pulse quickening around my dick. Your clit swelling against my pelvis when I grind into you,” I whispered before shaking overtook her body, clenching my cock, her legs quivering, nails digging into my back as her release shot through her.

“I’ve waited, so long . . .” she murmured between pants.

“For what, baby?” Speech was difficult as I thrust in and out of her, hit the end, and swirled my hips, causing her to moan repeatedly. She was losing herself. Losing herself in the pleasure. I could see it in her eyes—the way her neck arched, the way her nails clawed at my back, my arms. She was ravenously seeking me.

“For you. I’ve been waiting so long for you,” she murmured as I took her. My heart beat tenfold as my eyes widened at her words. I searched her beautiful face, held taut with ecstasy, her full lips red and swollen from my kisses. She pulled one elegant arm up behind her and held onto the bedpost.

There she was, taking my fucking breath away. The way she gave herself over to me. By giving me everything she had, she owned me. I’d told her that before, and I’d meant it, but today, giving me her future without question, our future was solidified. Everything snapped into focus.

Life with her.

Our kids.

Our grandkids.

She and I.

Coffee on the porch as the waves roared.

Watching the winter roll in on the beach.

Sailing in the summer.

My world shifted and now she was my axis.

I revolved around her.

I would do anything for her.

“You’re my fucking heart, Georgia. My entire world. I was born to love you,” I professed between thrusts as she began to clench around me again, the nails of one hand digging into my bicep, the pain radiating through my body, landing at my balls, before they drew up tight and I released into her. She came undone beneath me, screaming my name as the walls of her pussy throbbed around my already softening cock.

“I love you so much,” she whispered as she threaded her fingers through my hair. I nuzzled at her neck, propping myself on one elbow as I relished her sated, limp, post-orgasm body. This was my favorite. Seeing her satisfied and dreamy, her eyes hooded, breathing short, limbs heavy. Knowing I had put the satisfied look on her face made me the happiest man on Earth. Knowing that she’d married me, the knowledge that I’d wake up to her each and every morning, made it that much better.

I hunched over her sweat-drenched body and sucked one of her delicate pink nipples into my mouth. I sucked and tugged and then released it with a soft kiss. I heard her heart pounding beneath her breastbone and placed a kiss there.

She was my fucking everything and I was going to show her that each and every day. A day would never go by where she questioned if I still loved her, still wanted her. She deserved everything I had to give and so much more, and I’d spend the rest of my life showing her just that.

“Up and at ’em, wife,” I teased in the hollow of her throat. My warm breath spread across her skin, causing goose bumps to form. She sighed and stretched, a lazy grin spreading across her face before her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed back at me.

“Starting with that already?” One hand cupped my jaw and her thumb swept across my stubbled cheek.

“I like the way it sounds.” I shrugged sheepishly.

“Me too,” she said, all teasing gone from her voice. I dipped my head and placed a soft kiss on her lips, relishing the feel of them beneath mine.

“I need to take you on a honeymoon.” I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled. Her eyes shut with desire as she wrapped both her legs around my naked hips, the sheets tangled between our bodies.

“Honeymoon?” she murmured as she nibbled on my earlobe.

“We’re going for a sail.”

“Won’t it be cold?” She wrapped her locked ankles around my waist and pulled me tighter against her body. My dick pressed between us, throbbing with need for her as her hips ground circles against mine.

“Forecast looks great the next few days. I’ll take you somewhere warm and tropical as soon as we can swing it, but I want to run away with you right now.”

“What about everyone else?” Her brow furrowed as she referred to our best friends camped out in the house down the beach.

“They’re leaving today anyway. They can lock up the house.” I captured her lips with my own again and swirled my tongue inside her mouth, convincing her with my kiss to say yes.

“Okay,” she murmured before I proceeded to worship my wife with my lips.