BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Five Page 7

  I wanted my husband. And I wanted him immediately.

  Chapter 17

  Derek shifted himself on top of me, positioning himself between my legs so that I could spread myself open even more for him.

  He locked eyes with me and held a look I wasn’t quite sure I had seen before.

  “Zoe, I can’t believe how much I love you,” he declared, leaning in, reaching for my lips once more before taking them as his own and assaulting them with everything he had.

  “Well right back at ya,” I replied with a smirk, pulling back from the kiss.

  Everything that he said, everything that he did, and every expression that he flashed me showed me that he had so much compassion in him that I felt goosebumps rise over the entire length of my body’s flesh.

  A tear fell from the brim of his eye, down his cheek, leaving a trail of emotion. And then he sighed. “I’m yours,” he said, his voice breaking.

  My eyes glistened in response, and I knew that if I spoke my voice would have broken, too. There was so much emotion happening that I couldn’t really even believe it; there was so much passion, so much love.

  Normally, I would have tried to turn tail and run from it, but I couldn’t. Not from Derek.

  I accepted every emotion I experienced when it came to him.

  “I need you,” I gasped, finally finding my voice. I was asking, pleading with him to finally enter me, to finally show me what wedding night sex was all about.

  And just like that, my request seemed to spur him into action as I suddenly felt him move and rub his throbbing erection against my wet folds, sliding effortless in between them, just along the slit. I moaned, my hips bucking up into him, trying desperately to make him understand what I wanted.

  It wasn’t hard, though, with Derek. He always knew what I wanted.

  He smirked just before rubbing the head of his erect cock up and down over my pulsating clit, sending waves of pleasure and glee throughout my entire body.

  He was sliding in between my slit with ease, my core wetter than it had ever been before.

  “Come on, Derek,” I breathed, pleading with him once again.

  He didn’t smirk or grin; he only leaned his head down towards mine even closer than it was. His eyes bore into mine, intently, with determination. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. We were connected in that moment, and no words were necessary. There was only passion, and love—a lot of love.

  With his hand, he pressed the tip of his glorious erection at my awaiting entrance and slowly began to push inside of me. And as soon as he was in, I felt complete. I felt like we were two halves a whole, finally connected as one, and with every thrust that feeling intensified more and more.

  We were both breathing heavily, panting even. And even with our breathless fervor, he leaned in and kissed me again.

  I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

  “You’re my wife,” he said with a childlike grin atop his face, as he pulled away breathlessly. I smiled; it was far too rare of a sight for him to hold a childlike and innocent grin such as that.

  It was cute. I really hated that I didn’t see it more, but then again, if I had, I probably wouldn’t have learned to appreciate it as much as I had. I laughed.

  We were married.

  I loved it. But I think I loved it even more that he was so excited about it.

  He let out a stifled moan as he continued to thrust into me; the pleasure becoming too much for him. And I understood, all too well, the feeling of it all becoming too much because I was feeling it, too.

  I couldn’t even begin to describe the exquisite sensations I felt as he thrust in and out of me.

  As his movements became stronger and faster, pounding into me with feverish desire, we were both at the mercy of such a delightful, unheard of, and unexperienced pleasure. We were crying out in lustful wails, moaning incoherencies, and panting until we could pant no more.

  It had all become—if it hadn’t been from the very get-go—more than just your ordinary, everyday, pleasurable sensations. The sexual flavor that I felt was pouring out into a whole new league, a league of its own. The sensations were out of this world, out of any sort of realm of possibility that I had ever once even imagined. It was incredible, and I couldn’t describe just how incredible it was.

  I was overly sensitive to everything, and my senses were heightened so that I was overly aware of Derek’s every move.

  His hands and mouth explored me, as his cock sank in and out of me with a pace so fast that I knew I was closing in on the brink.

  My body seemed to know just exactly how to move with him though. I suppose it had to do with all the practice we had over the previous months, but with every thrust of his hips, I met him, allowing for him to delve deeper and deeper.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, only for him to quicken the pace even more than before. And that was where I lost it.

  Incoherencies spewed out, and my voice echoed louder and louder with every single slam of his cock inside of me.

  I wasn’t even sure that I could endure it all much longer. I knew that I was close, so fucking close.

  “Ohh! Ohh!!” I bellowed. “Derek, honey, I’m almost there!”

  He groaned, and I was just thankful that what I had said had been coherent. Because every time he knew that I was close, he worked that much harder to push me over the edge. And I loved him for it.

  He slipped his hand between us and pressed his fingers over my pulsating clit, adamant to give me as much pleasure as humanly possible before the great plunge into the orgasmic abyss.

  With only a couple more thrusts and circular motions to my clit, I broke apart.

  Completely apart.

  I felt the pleasure that had been mounting throughout the entire session completely take control and obliterate anything and everything physical. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t move; I couldn’t think; I was paralyzed in the orgasm. Completely at its whim.

  Shocks ran through me, electricity jolting my very core, and I gripped the crisp, soft sheets, as I thrashed about, my walls tightening around his cock with everything that they were worth.

  And I knew by his sounds, that I was pulling him into oblivion right along with me.

  “FUCK!” he screamed. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BABY!” And with one more stroke I felt him blast his hot seed inside of me, as my own overwhelming sensations began to subside.

  “I love you, too,” I said and sighed, tangled up in him.

  I smiled, content, and feeling rewarded.

  I had just had the best sex and intimacy of my life, and it was with my husband.

  My husband, Derek Sholts.

  All that was left was to see if he could deal with Beckom, the little Golden retriever and furry bundle of joy that would be joining his apartment soon.

  ~ END ~

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