Page 136 of Ever After

I suck in a breath. “Fuck.”

He arches his hips and his cock tunnels between my thighs, banging against my balls. His grip is gentle around my dick, and I thrust into his fist. His talented hips keep pumping behind me, gentle and so slow—like cream pouring out of a jug.

“Move faster,” I whisper, grabbing his hip.

Instantly we both groan, and it’s not from pleasure.

“Why does moving hurt so much?” I say plaintively.

He snorts, his hips still moving restlessly. “I don’t think I have the stamina to carry this on for long,” he warns me. “I hurt all over, babe. Like I’ve been put through a mincer.”

“I know. I think only my elbow escaped unscathed.”

“Mine too. Let’s get them to kiss.”

His hand leaves my dick and he leans forward. I snort as we press our elbows together.

“My elbow loves your elbow,” I murmur.

“Mine thinks yours is a bit of a wanker, but he’s still very attracted.”

I laugh out loud and he grips my hip, his fingers digging meanly into the bones as he quickens his thrusts. The bite of pain joins the ones humming over my body, and the resulting pleasure turns red behind my eyes. His cock is sloppy with precome and my thighs and taint are sweating and it all combines to ease the slide. My hand tightens on his bum.

“Harder,” I groan. “Come on, Levi.”

His grip on my cock has a cruel edge now, and he shoves through my thighs, catching on my hole, burrowing the head of his dick behind my balls. He rains kisses over my shoulders and neck, nosing into my hair and breathing hard into my ear.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Want you to come. Want to see you paint yourself with it.”

He twists his fingers around the tip of my cock, and I’m gone. I cry out and come, spurting over the sheets and feeling his groan echo down my spine. Wet warmth spreads between my thighs, and his breath is hot and panting on my back.

“Fuck,” I say breathily, and he gives a husky chuckle.

He releases me, wiping his hand on my hip and earning himself a weak slap.

“Fuck off and get a cloth,” I say hoarsely. “It’s like a puddle in my taint.”

He smacks a kiss to my shoulder. “Ah, pure Shakespeare.” He levers up and gives a less pleasurable groan. “When did the tank run me over?”

“I think it was the same time that a statue smothered me.”

He pinches me and I yelp. “Not funny.”

I watch as he staggers into the bathroom, and when he comes out with a wet towel in his hand, I sit up, worry stirring. “You’re limping. Why are you limping?”

He looks down at himself. “Erm. I’m not sure. I probably pulled a muscle.”

“How?”

“I think it was your taint. Turns out it’s pretty lethal, Blue.”

“Where is it?” I demand.

His lips twitch. “Well, Blue, it’s that spot between your balls and your⁠—”

“Why is everyone suddenly such a comedian on my honeymoon? Let me see where you’re hurt.”

He waves a careless hand. “Nah, it’s fine. I just need to sleep for a few years and then it’ll be alright.”