Jeremiah (Stud Ranch 5)

I arched my back, thrusting my breast harder into his face and just then I felt his teeth against my nipple, biting—

I screamed, not caring who heard, not caring about anything but the insane connection between me and the man ministering so perfectly at my nipple.

And yet, as perfect as that felt—

“I need you,” I whined, even as I still rode the high he’d just taken me on. “Please. Please, fuck me. I need you inside me. I want you so deep inside—”

I barely got the words out of my mouth before he had me hefted against the wall again, just like he had when we’d first walked in the door.

Except this time there was no fabric between us. And when he reached down and positioned his cock at my center, all I felt was thrilled anticipation for what was to come. I couldn’t get him inside me fast enough.

“I’m gonna put my arms around you,” I said breathlessly.

Still, I waited until he gave a little harsh nod before dropping my hands from where he’d placed them earlier.

This was our compromise when it came to sex. He’d begun to allow me to touch him; he just asked me to warn him so it didn’t hit him out of the blue and he could give himself a second to prepare for it. I knew it was so huge and just another step in the magic that was us. I suspected I wasn’t the only feeling some healing from our union and I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed it. Just last week Reece had stopped me, kind of amazed at the change he’d seen in his brother.

Still, I didn’t take anything for granted and I was slow and careful as I placed my arms around my new husband’s neck, watching his face to make sure the sensation didn’t take him anywhere bad in his head.

But his eyes were locked on mine and he seemed fully present as he shifted us so that the steaming water fell between our chests, creating a pool there. And then he leaned me against the marbled wall of the shower and reached down for my leg, lingering to palm and squeeze my ass before hiking my leg up around his waist.

Which had the added benefit of notching his cock perfectly into position. I couldn’t help the whining noise that came from my throat as I wiggled against his cock. It felt like torture not to have him inside me. Like I could feel the emptiness, the memory of his fullness like a ghost. I couldn’t be truly satiated until—

Just the tip of him began to breech my pussy and already I began shuddering. He was so thick that as he pushed in, he strummed several spots that had me squirming for friction already. And he was only in maybe half an inch.

“Don’t tease me,” I said throatily. “I’m not above begging. Please, please, Jer, fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me—”

One of his thick hands landed roughly on my hip as he pulled out a little, then thrust back in, creating the most amazing friction.

I did a full body roll at the action and then he was filling me. Oh God he was filling me. So deep. Then deeper still. I opened to him and clenched around his cock for dear life.

“I can feel every inch of you,” I gasped.

“Fuck, honey,” he said, teeth clenched, “so can I. You feel like fucking silk.”

He pulled out and then thrust back in. “Like a fucking silk vice. This is where I’ve wanted to be all day. But I wanted you as my wife first. I wanted to fuck you as your husband. I wanted to claim you,” he thrust in, then pulled out again, “and fill you,” he thrust back in, all the way, all the way deep, hitting a spot so deep I spasmed and clenched my legs around his ass, arching my chest into his.

He leaned in and slurped the shower-water off of my collarbone. And then he kept sucking, and sucking, and there was so much sensation all at once—him so thick and deep inside me, the body-shuddering melt of his lips suckling my neck, and steam and water on my skin.

My head fell back as I came, quaking and clenching around his cock.

“Fuck,” he broke from my neck to hiss, and then he stood up straighter, cementing his body against mine and the wall as he began to fuck me in earnest. I was shuddering putty beneath him, coming harder and longer with his every thrust.

The more I clenched on him, the more intense my orgasm, and I could see from the look of agonized pleasure on his face that it felt good to him, too, so good.

“Honey,” he gritted out. “Oh fuck, honey.”

“Yes,” was all I could get out, surprised I could manage actual human words at all. “Yes, yes, yesssssssssss.”