Trev’s lips parted, but no sound came out as she sank on his throbbing cock. He clutched her hips and then shifted the touch to a slow and gentle massage, rubbing her butt as she rode him. It felt so good that she wanted to scream, but she bit him instead, marking his shoulder with hungry teeth. That snapped the last of his control, evidently, and he pushed up as she dropped on him. Their bodies made slippery, liquid sounds with each movement, and he couldn’t hold in the groans, nonsense promises of the filthy things he’d do to her next. Everything about this man drove her wild.

His cock was fucking glorious.

Maybe it was shallow, but she loved riding it, rolling her hips just right until her clit rubbed against him perfectly. And he knew exactly when to thrust, exactly when to hold still—that was when she ground down in a tight circle. Then there were the kisses, drugging and soulful, each time he could reach her mouth. He breathed hard and fast, the sounds gone urgent and uncontrolled. Partners who fucked in silence didn’t do it for her; she needed to hear their pleasure to get there herself. The sounds played into her own satisfaction, filthy, delicious stimuli driving her out of control.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she gasped, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

The orgasm built up as he shaped her back, dragging his fingers down her spine. She watched his face, drinking in his dazed pleasure, the way he spilled for her without even trying to stop it. Trev got there a little ahead, his body going rigid, and she felt the pulsing heat of his come deep inside her. She rubbed her clit frantically, peaking with a moan right after he did. Her heart thundered in her ears, and she would’ve fallen over if he hadn’t caught her, cradling her in his arms with absolute reverence.

“That was one hell of a wedding present,” he said, breathless.

Leanne smiled, closing her eyes. “Guess I can return the ceramic knife set, then.”

Tickling fingers scraped over her ribs. “Don’t you dare.”

“Mmm. I’m too tired and blissed out to mess with you more tonight. Probably it’s the sex haze talking, but your dick is flawless, seriously.”

Trev burst out laughing. “I’m so putting that on my business card, whenever I figure out what job suits me.”

“Being my husband suits you.”

“That’s not a job.”

“Isn’t it? Because you totally aced the interview and accepted the position.”

***

A week later, Trev was back in his own life.