The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (4 page)

My virgin bride
.

She inhales deeply as she begins to stir, turning on her side. With her back pressed to my front, I slide both arms around her and hold her close. She rests her hands on top of mine and sighs dreamily.

“Hi.
”

“Hi,
”
I murmur in reply. I press a kiss into her hair before resting my chin on top of her head.

“How long have you been awake?
”

“Just a couple minutes.
”

She yawns, her body arching against mine as her muscles beckon her to stretch. My dick hardens even more, pressing against her backside.
“
What are you thinking about over there?
”

“You. Isn
’
t it obvious?
”

She hums a sigh and wiggles her ass.
“
I was hoping we could go for a run this morning. Think we could head out before brunch?
”

“Sure,
”
I murmur absentmindedly, my hand seeking out her breast. I squeeze and she shivers
—
only I know it
’
s not the cool air that effects her.

“My other half isn
’
t a virgin anymore. I wonder how she
’
s feeling this morning.
”
My girl giggles, her morning voice making her sound unbelievably alluring.
“
Do you remember our morning after brunch?
”

I groan, burying my face in her neck.
“
How could I forget?
”

She could barely walk, sore as she was.

Our first night together was intense, to say the least. I remember the way she looked the first time I made her come with my fingers; then again with my tongue. I fell in love with her even more as she gave me the one thing she
’
d been keeping from me
—
the one thing she
’
d been saving for her husband
—
her body
.

However, I delivered just as much pleasure as I did pain, that night. My cock brought her to tears
—
and
not
in a good way. If she hadn
’
t begged me to keep going, I wouldn
’
t have. She held my face and told me she loved me; she told me that she was mine and that I
’
d waited long enough; she told me I wouldn
’
t break her
—
but it killed me to see her hurting. Even still, I couldn
’
t deny that she felt
so damn good!
Our first time gave a whole new meaning to the term
guilty pleasure.

Thankfully, her tight pussy had my starved dick coming in record time. I found my release and got out. When I pulled her into my arms, I can
’
t say I know for sure who was comforting who more.

“You groan like you don
’
t remember the
amazing
waffles,
”
she teases.

“Oh, I remember the waffles,
”
I say softly.
“
I remember how I couldn
’
t taste them
—
my mouth too busy craving a different sweet treat.
”
I dip my hand between her legs and she responds instantly, pressing back against my throbbing erection. A smirk tugs at my lips when I sweep my fingers over her entrance and find her wet with want.
“
Are you thinking about waffles
now?
”

“Mmmm,
”
is all she can manage to say as I begin to rub slow circles around her clit.

I play with her for only a moment, making sure she
’
s ready for me before I ease my way into her from behind.

“Oh, Grayson,
”
she moans.

Hearing her call my name like that turns me on even more. She used to worry that she wouldn
’
t be able to please me in bed
—
that she wouldn
’
t be sexy enough. I still don
’
t think she understands just how damn hot she is.

“Tell me how you want me, Shorty. Any way you want, gorgeous.
”
I nibble on her earlobe and her breath hitches in her throat.

“
Faster.
”
She speaks so softly I can barely hear her
—
so I speed up just barely.

“Tell me what you want, Ave.
”

She arches her back even more as she applies more pressure to my hand that
’
s cupped around her breast.
“
Harder, Sonny. Faster
—
please.
”

“Harder?
”
my voice rumbles huskily, her request causing my current restraint to slip a little out of my grasp.

“
Please.
”

My God, I love this woman.
Please.
She
’
s always asking with a
please
—
she
’
s my sweetheart, even when she
’
s greedy.

“
I
’
m going to fuck you so hard that you
’
ll remember me being inside of you as we sit through brunch. I
’
ll pound your pussy until it
’
s hard for you to stand. Is that what you want?
”

She
’
s panting now, her body on fire with anticipation.
“
Yes. Please
—
yes!
”

I pull out of her and she gasps.

“Fourteen,
”
I insist before she can speak. She blushes, nods, and moves into position.

When Avery and I got married, she struggled with the fact that I had a sexual history and she didn
’
t. It wasn
’
t
me
or
my
decisions that made her self-conscious; it was her fear that I would compare her to my past experiences. I tried to tell her over and over that she didn
’
t have to worry about it, but she swore up and down that my body would remember what my mind couldn
’
t. After a couple weeks of her constantly wondering if she was
performing alright
, we decided that we needed to talk to someone.

My counselor, referred to me by the therapist Avery helped me find in Colorado, helped us by coming up with this idea. A list. This
list
consists of various places and/or positions that neither of us have tried before. It
’
s filled up with ideas from both of us. Not only has it helped keep our sex life far from boring, but it
’
s helped Avery, knowing that the majority of our sexual encounters are acts that I
’
ve only ever shared with her.

Number fourteen is one of our favorites.

She lays on her back and bends her knees, waiting for me. I kneel in front of her before taking her and dragging her towards me. I hook one arm under each leg and she bends as I lift her lower half into the air. Without warning, I plunge my cock inside of her swollen pussy, holding back nothing as she cries out, reaching to grip hold of anything she can get her hands on. I support as much of her weight as I can, knowing the back of her neck will be sore if I don
’
t.

That
’
s not where I want her to feel me later.

I pummel in and out of her
—
my body eager to take advantage of this moment. The room fills with the sound of my skin slapping against hers as her arousal makes my dick glisten. She moans and I drive in even harder. Her eyes close, her breath coming in short spurts as her orgasm starts to build.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?
”
I ask between clenched teeth.

“Ye-ye-yes! Yes!
”
I bend her just a little bit more and she frees the sexiest damn groan.
“
There. Oh my
—
Sonny
—
there
—
Sonny! Oh my
—
God! Don
’
t stop. Don
’
t stop
—
Don
’
t. Stop
!
”

I slow down and drive in harder. Again. Again. Again. When her insides tighten around me, her whole body is shaking
—
her mouth open in a silent
Oh!
Watching her come is one of the most beautiful sights I
’
ve ever seen.

As she begins to come down from her ecstatic high, I know I
’
m not far from falling over the edge after her. She opens her eyes to find mine and immediately reaches for me. I sit back on my heels, letting go of her legs as I wrap my hands around her middle. I pull her up against me and her lips find mine as we thrust our hips in unison. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her fingers running through my hair, her legs squeezing my sides as my hands grip her ass gets me to my finish.

I pull my mouth from hers just as I begin to spill my release.
“
Avery. Shit
—
yes, Avery.
”
I moan her name against her neck until I am spent.

Sweaty and breathless, neither of us move to let the other go.

“Hottie?
”
she sighs, her lips grazing my shoulder.

“Yeah, Shorty?
”

“I don
’
t want to go on that run anymore.
”

I chuckle, tightening my grip around her.
“
How about a shower instead?
”

“Yeah. I
’
d like that.
”

Sonny leaves me with approximately fifteen minutes to get ready after we
’
re done in the shower. We only made it as far as the bathroom threshold before he decided he wanted to be inside of me again. Before I knew it I was on the counter, his tongue was in my mouth, and his fingers were wet with my ceaseless desire for him. My stomach erupts with butterflies and my cheeks warm in remembrance.

Okay. I suppose I
’
m not exactly a victim. I certainly wasn
’
t going to talk him out of his insistence that I needed two more orgasms before we left the room
.

I might not have gotten around to the morning run I was hoping for, but as I brush my long, thick, heavy hair up into a ponytail, my sated body reminds me that it is euphorically worn out. I know that with my hair up, it
’
ll take all day to dry, but I
’
d like to look like I did more than hop out of the shower before coming to brunch. I secure it into place with two hair ties and then step into the short, cotton, halter dress I picked out for today.