“Uh huh,” she said.
Speechless. What could he say, his woman’s pussy loved his cock. He winked and gave her his hungriest grin. Her lips curled as well, right before she squeezed her inner muscles with strangling force around his cock.
He jolted, driving even deeper inside her.
Okay, maybe his cock was the one who loved her pussy.
“Do it again,” he ground out.
And she did, squeezing him over and over while she rocked her pelvis against him.
The pace wasn’t rushed or even hurried, no frantic thrusts or heavy pounding. Just a connection, deep, intense, and so powerful each ripple of her pussy flowed through his entire body.
This wasn’t fucking, wasn’t even sex, it was a full-on union of body, mind, and soul. The kind of shit that made a man hand over his balls. And he fucking couldn’t get enough of it.
Couldn’t get enough of her.
“Good?” he whispered as she whimpered.
“You have no idea.”
“So, tell me, baby.”
Her hair was a disaster, curls frizzing out in every direction. A few strands clung to her damp forehead. The face he loved was makeup-free except for a smudge of mascara under one eye. Swollen lips and fuck-drunk eyes.
Fucking beautiful.
He must have said that out loud because her face lit up. Still grinding on his dick, she said, “I think you’re deeper than you’ve ever been. And I’m so full I could burst. Your chest hair is tickling my nipples making my pussy squeeze you. And every time I roll forward, my clit rubs against you.” She beamed her pearly whites at him. “And you told me you love me. So, yeah, it’s good. Really fucking good.”
Damn this woman blew his mind.
He leaned forward and slid his tongue between her parted lips. All the things he would tell her if he was a man who could come up with poetic words flowed from him. He had no idea how much time passed; it didn’t matter if it was five minutes or five hours.
Clench. Kiss. Rock. Grind. Moan.
Clench. Kiss. Rock. Grind. Moan.
Over and over.
A subtle tremor rolled through Shell. Two seconds later, she gasped into his mouth as her pussy fisted him with a crushing grip. Her head fell back. She went still in his arms except for the rhythmic pulsing around his cock. His own orgasm crept up, starting at the base of his spine and undulating through his body. He locked her against him as he shuddered out his release.
Never would he have thought something so powerful could have come from sex that wasn’t rattling the windows. But fuck if he’d been wrong.
Earth-shattering was the best way to describe it.
“Jesus,” Shell whispered.
“Nah, just me, baby. Though I can understand if you thought you saw the face of God. Pretty damn sure I did too.”
“Nah,” she said with a chuckle, tugging on his beard. “Just me, baby.”
Copper laughed with her, completely at ease for the first time since she was last in his bed. There was a peace here he only ever found with Shell. The woman soothed something inside him. It was only in here he was fully capable of letting his guard down. Nothing he revealed to her would ever be used against him or lorded over him.
Sure, he trusted his brothers with his life. Fuck, he trusted them with Shell’s life. But Shell was the one and only person he trusted with his heart.
He didn’t have a single doubt she’d protect it as ruthlessly as he’d protect her and Beth.
“Tired, baby?” he asked as he stroked her damp back.
“Exhausted. More emotionally than physically.” Her face pinked. “I’ve kinda been a wreck this week.”
Copper snorted. “Pretty sure I was gonna be impeached if I snapped at one more person this week. Izzy threatened to chop off my balls and send them to you with a pink bow.”
Shell slapped a palm over her mouth.
Too late. He heard the giggle. “Not fucking funny,” he grumbled. Any other time, Copper would have run out and put a balls-to-the-wall search for Rusty in motion the moment he heard the full story. But this time with Shell was too important to delay. She needed this time to connect physically and emotionally with him. He wanted her to know without a doubt he believed her, believed in her, and loved her. Surprisingly, he needed these tender moments just as much. Maybe even more.
With another giggle, she rested her cheek against his chest. “It’s a little funny.” Her sated body went completely lax as she snuggled into him.
He grunted. After a moment, he scooted down until he was reclined against the pillows, Shell draped all over him.
“Want me to move?” Her sleepy voice cut through the quiet.
“Fuck no.”
A hummed sigh was her response.
“Got something I wanna ask ya.”
“Shoot.” She didn’t bother lifting her head. A soft hand ran up and down his side, lulling him further into a state of relaxation. Wouldn’t be long before he succumbed to sleep and there was something else he needed to know.