The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (3 page)

“
I want more,
”
she tells me, our mouths still adhered to one another. I reach down and cup my hand around her pussy.
“
No,
”
she insists.
“
I need
you
.
”

I make room for myself between her legs and rest my cock against her slick pussy.
“
Is this what you want?
”

“
Yes,
”
she murmurs, wrapping her legs around me.
“
Please.
”

“
Sweetheart, you seem to be forgetting something,
”
I speak softly against her ear.
“
There's a fine piece of lace in my way. Either set me free or
—”

“
Rip them. I'm not letting you go. Make love to me, Grayson.
”

“
Mrs. O
’
Conner?" I say, closing my fist around her panties.

“
Yes?
”
she breathes.

“
I love you.
”

He tears and discards my panties in haste. I
’
ve always considered the act animalistic and totally caveman, but it never ceases to turn me on even more. Now, I
’
m blessed with the gift of knowing that he
’
s perhaps not as patient as he seems; perhaps the countless minutes of his agonizingly sensual and frustratingly pleasurable caresses have stirred his desperate want as much as it has stirred mine. My body is all but screaming for him to posses me in that way only my husband can.

He rests his heavy cock between my folds and slides his length over my clit. The heat in the pit of my stomach burns with an intensity I cannot control and I moan
—
or was that a whine?
Then he kisses me. His mouth hot, his tongue twisting with mine, I feel like I can
’
t get enough of him. I wrap my arms around his neck,
needing
him closer, wishing I was somehow better at expressing just how much I love him and just how much I want him!

I feel my arousal dripping out of me and another sound escapes my throat. This time, I
’
m sure it
’
s a whine. I can
’
t wait anymore. I try showing him, squeezing my legs around him even tighter. The heel of my shoe digs into his firm backside, but I can't bring myself to worry about it.  He growls and rubs himself against me once more
—
coating his hardened length in my unbelievable amount of wetness
—
but he still withholds himself from me.

I pull my lips away from his and gasp, gulping down a much needed breath. Then I peer through the darkness into his eyes. I
beg
with my own and he responds, resting his forehead against mine as he slides into me. He takes his time and doesn
’
t stop until he
’
s completely sheathed
—
until we are one body. One flesh.

In college, my star quarterback was fondly referred to as
Big Red
. I always thought it was appropriate, considering his height and his hair
—
but it wasn
’
t until we got married that I realized
Big Red
was a bit of an understatement. He
’
s huge. It still impresses me that he
’
s able to fit inside of my little body. It
’
s overwhelming in the most blissful sort of way.

He eases his way out of me and then comes back even slower. I
’
m trembling. I want him to go faster
—
but at the same time, I don
’
t. He feels sensational and unlike before, in the bathroom during my sister
’
s wedding reception, this moment isn
’
t meant to be rushed. He
’
s speaking to me, singing to me, serenading me, seducing me
—
he
’
s
loving me
and I adore it.

I get lost in his eyes as I surrender to him, trying to reciprocate what he is giving me right now. We don
’
t speak, we just
feel
. My second orgasm begins to build and I hold him tighter as my breathing becomes even more irregular. I want so desperately for us to come together.

I reach up one of my hands and gently run my fingers down his cheek.
“
Grayson,
”
I murmur, my voice softer than a whisper.

He nods in response and increases his pace just a little bit, trying to catch up to me. My insides respond instantly and I can
’
t help but to free another uninhibited groan. It takes everything within me to hold on
—
to wait for him. I
’
m not sure I
’
ll be able to keep it together much longer, and then I feel him getting close. He buries his face in my neck just as I begin to lose control.

“Let go, sweetheart.
”

I obey immediately, my orgasm rippling through me.
“
Grayson!
”
I cry.

“Oh, Avery
—”
he mutters as he finds his release.
“
Avery. Oh, Ave
—
Avery. Yes, Avery.
”
He repeats my name with every thrust he requires to ride out his climax. Despite my sudden exhaustion, I manage to smile
—
loving that
my name
is the one he calls when he
’
s consumed by our shared ecstasy.
Mine.

I close my eyes as I run my fingers through his hair. He
’
s heavy, his body limp on top of mine, and I can barely breathe. I don
’
t mention it, though. I love it. I know he
’
ll move soon, so I enjoy the weight of him while I can.

“Avery?
”
His voice rumbles against my neck.

“Yes, Love?
”

He lifts his head and presses a feather soft kiss against my lips.
“
You
’
re my heart. Don
’
t ever forget that.
”

“I promise. You
’
re mine, too.
”

He kisses me once more before sliding out of me. That's my least favorite part. I always mourn the loss of him. The initial feeling is like I'm losing a limb or something. Grayson and I were made for each other
—
made to love each other. Of course our separation is a fleeting sadness. The ring on my finger is my reminder that my husband and I are one
in
bed and
out
of bed for as long as we still walk this earth.

“
I think we can take these off now, what do you think?
”
he asks, pulling me from my thoughts as he sits up to remove my shoes.

“
Um, I got a little needy before. Sorry if it was uncomfortable,
”
I murmur, a blush creeping into my face.

He shakes his head as he tosses away one heel and begins loosening the other. He doesn't respond right away. Instead, he finishes undressing me and then crawls on top of me once more.
“
What'd I do?
”
he asks, touching the tip of his nose to mine.
“
When you got
needy
and you dug your heels into my ass, what'd I do?
”

I can't contain my embarrassed giggle.
“
You growled,
”
I answer bashfully.

He grins at me before he continues. I know already what he's going to say and my stomach fills with butterflies.
“
And when I'm far too lost in you to use my words in order to express how much I like something, I
—”

“
Growl,
”
I finish on his behalf, grinning right along with him. As if to voice that I've spoken correctly, he growls and then begins attacking my face with kisses. I laugh and he joins in and I fall in love with him a little bit more.

I'll never stop falling in love with him. I just know it.

His attack comes to an end with one sweet opened-mouth kiss that makes me want to swoon. He then positions himself on his side and pulls me into his arms
—
my back to his front.
“
Are you tired?
”
I nod. It really has been a long day.
“
Me too. We probably should get some sleep, or I'll have to explain to mom why her daughter looks like a zombie in the morning.
”

I chuckle, pulling his arm around me tighter.
“
A cute zombie, of course.
”

“
Oh, the cutest.
”
He pulls me even closer and I feel my eyes droop from exhaustion.

“Goodnight, Hottie.
”

“Night, Shorty.
”

“I love you.
”

“I love you, too.
”

I don
’
t open my eyes as sleep falls away from me. Instead, I draw in a deep breath and allow myself to rest lazily in this in-between state of consciousness. It isn
’
t long before I notice it
’
s a little chilly in the room. Reluctantly, I peek open one eye, searching for the plush comforter I know rests on top of this bed. Upon noticing that Avery and I never made it
under
the sheets, I open both eyes to see if my girl is cold. I find her on her stomach, her arms curled up under her chest, her hair a mess that lays across her back, drapes over her shoulder, and fans across her pillow. Her head is turned away from me, so I can
’
t make out her face, but I can tell she
’
s still sleeping.

My wife can sleep through anything
—
even an uncomfortable chill.

Spotting the layer of goosebumps that cover her skin, I close the distance between us and wrap myself around her. The feel of my skin against hers takes me back to last night. My dick swells. I can barely remember a time in which I didn
’
t want Avery.