The tears were so sexy to me that I came with a grunt, turned on by her emotional response to my dick. Every woman had a different reaction to a climax, but criers were rare. Arwen released tears like it was the biggest event of her life, the biggest climax she’d ever had. Seeing my wife in tears turned me on, made me release a load before I could control it.
She lowered her body until I was completely inside her, letting me come with my balls against her ass. “Give it to me…” Her palms rested against my chest as she looked me in the eye, watching me get off on her like it turned her on the way it turned me on.
I felt my dick shiver as I delivered my load, as I filled the tip of the condom to maximum capacity. My fingers dug into her ass as I finished, as my hips gave a final buck. The climax was enough to make all my muscles cramp with tightness. When I finished, I kept her on my lap, wanting to be inside her as my dick slowly softened.
I looked at her face, admiring the same arousal in her eyes that I knew was in mine. She was never more beautiful than when she’d been satisfied. A woman like that should be fulfilled every single day of her life. I’d always thought if I took a wife, I would always be the best sex she ever had.
And I had a feeling that was true with Arwen.
3
Arwen
Naked and wrapped in the sheets, I lay beside Maverick. My arm was draped over his waist, and my leg was tucked in between his. I wasn’t sure how we made it from the drawing room into his enormous bed. A faint memory of him carrying me across the hall came to mind, his powerful arms supporting my body as he placed me on the cloud of sheets.
My eyes opened, and his body came into view, just as tight in the morning as it was in the evening. His tanned skin had beautiful grooves of hard muscle, gorgeous cuts I liked to dip my fingers into. Sleep was still heavy in my gaze and I was too tired to move, so I lay there and stared at this beautiful man.
As I remembered last night, I could feel the memory of tears in my eyes. I remembered the way they had watered when he made me come, more than I ever had before. He was a much better lover than Henry had ever been, better than any man in my past. He was so confident in his gaze, sexy in his kiss, and dominant in his grasp. He touched me the way a man should touch a woman, full of spark.
I wanted to stay there forever.
Maverick was the foundation my life was built on. He was my closest friend, my protector, and my lover. All of those attributes combined together and solidified what he really was—my husband.
My husband.
It had a nice ring to it.
He gently reached for the phone on his nightstand and tried not to disturb me as he moved, thinking I was still asleep. He scrolled through the list of emails waiting for him, all of them pertaining to the business he ran right on his property. He skimmed over most of them, opening a couple but not composing a reply.
I wanted to stay still so I wouldn’t have to leave.
He grew impatient and started to move out of my embrace.
My fingers immediately tightened against his frame, keeping him in place because I didn’t want him to slip away just yet. He probably had to complete his workout before heading to the office, but I wasn’t ready to let him go.
He sat up and looked down at me, his sleepy gaze studying me beside him. His hair was a mess from the way I’d played with it all night long, and that only complimented his sexy look. His brown eyes looked into mine but he didn’t say a word, his chin becoming dark with the shadow of his beard.
My hand slid into his dark hair, and I pulled him close to me, getting that large body on top of mine. I pulled him gently, then tugged harder, urging him to smother me into the mattress with his size, suffocate me with his smell. “I want you…” With my lips pressed close to his, I whispered my desires, admitted my neediness. My best nights of sleep happened in this bed, with my wolf beside me. It was the safest place in the world, the one place where no one could ever touch me.
He moved between my legs as he held himself on top of me, his powerful arms flexing as he held up his frame packed with muscle. His thighs kept mine wide apart, and he brushed his lips over mine, teasing me.