“Yeah, my husband is amazing at that,” she says.
We’re quiet for a moment. It’s really hitting me that we’re married,for real.There won’t be an amicable divorce because there won’t be a divorce.
“We’re really married,” I say.
She huffs, putting a hand on my chest. “You did ask me to be your wife,again,” she says.
I huff. “I know, but it’s hitting me, you’re mine,” I say, turning my head to look at her.My wife.
“You’re mine,” she whispers, cupping my cheek.
“Always,” I rasp, emotion choking me.
Shiloh slams her mouth on mine, kissing me aggressively.
I roll on top of her. She lifts her knees to my hips, and I don’t wait, fitting us together.
Her neck lengthens as she moans and I thrust my hips, losing myself in my wife.
We’re all tongues and teeth, skin and hands. I can’t get enough of her, as she trembles around me.
“Who said you don’t like giving me control?” I ask, breathless.
“I’ll give that mouth something better to do,” she snaps.
I chuckle, slowing my hips. “Sure, baby, I love giving you what you want.”
Shiloh moans, and her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. “That’s what I thought.”
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” I grunt and kiss her.
She pants into my mouth as I change the angle of my hips.
“Okay,” she sighs.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Mhm,” she says, lifting her head, asking me to kiss her.
I roll us so we’re side by side.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I can’t wait to see you pregnant,” I grunt.
She hums, dropping her nose into my neck.
I keep a vice grip on her thigh, and fire licks up my spine.
“Look at me, Shiloh,” I rasp, slipping a hand between us.
Her brows scrunch together, and her mouth drops open as she pulls me along with her.I sigh, dropping my head to her shoulder, breathing her in. She wraps herself around me while I’m still on top.
“I wonder if it worked,” she says.
I chuckle and pull back to look at her.
“If not, I’m willing to try again,” she says, grinning.