Page 38 of Beauty and the Bosshole
He leans down, kissing me. I taste my own release and know I must taste of his. Somehow, this kiss feels like the most intimate thing we’ve shared.
His movements become faster and definitely harder, and I know it won’t be long before he makes me come again. I know women can have multiple orgasms, but is there a limit before she passes out? I’ve never researched that, but maybe I should have.
“How does this feel so good?” I ask, pulling away from the kiss.
“Because we were made to be together. We’re a perfect fit.”
I tilt my head back, relishing the feel of him pumping in and out of me. His dick seems to hit every delicious spot in my pussy.
“Open your eyes, Ava. I want you looking at me when you fall apart this time.”
I open them and meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, nearly hiding the beautiful color of his eyes. My climax is building and the eye contact is intensifying the sensations.
“Come for me, wife,” he says.
And I do. My orgasm rolls through me with an intensity that steals my breath. Reese groans my name, then paints the inside of me with his pleasure.
Chapter Thirteen
Reese
I wake up with my cock still inside Ava, and I wonder if it’s ever going to go down, or if I’m just permanently hard now that she has my ring on her finger.
Wrapping my arms firmly around her, I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she straddles my lap. I can feel her heat against me. If I thought it was impossible to want her more than I already do, I'd call myself a liar. There's a reason people get addicted to this kind of high.
"Good morning, wife," I whisper, savoring the word on my tongue.
"Good morning, husband," she replies, grinding against me with a sleepy smile on her face. “Is this how it’s to be from now on?”
“Hmmm.” I groan happily at the pleasure of her movement. “Believe me, if I could conduct business while still inside you, I would. As it is, we’re going to have to take this to the bathroom so I can clean my dirty girl up. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
"The photoshoot?" she murmurs, her eyes still half-closed in languorous delight.
"Yes, the photoshoot," I confirm, already picturing her in the stunning dresses that have been selected for today’s session—each one designed to accentuate her curves, to show off the woman that is mine. “I want every wall in our home adorned with photos of us together. I want to see you everywhere I go, even if you aren’t in the room with me."
“I thought you didn’t want anyone else looking at my body?”
“I don’t. Those… special… images will be for the bedroom only. I might even get some bound into a book so I can take it traveling.”
“Waterproof pages, I hope,” she teases, and I chuckle.
“Of course. I always want you with me. Even when you can’t be there.”
“I’d like that,” she whispers, leaning down and kissing me lightly and giving a cheeky little wiggle of her hips. I let out another groan.
“That’s it. I’m taking you to the shower before we end up late for our own photoshoot. Or, with the way I’m feeling right now, missing it altogether.”
She lets out a sultry laugh that turns to squeals when I grab hold of her ass then carry her into the bathroom koala style. Where, despite our best efforts, we get a little dirtier before declaring ourselves clean…
When we arrive at the photography studio, the photographer, a discreet and professional woman who specializes in boudoir photography, greets us warmly.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” she says, gesturing around the beautifully set up studio. “I want you to become so absorbed in each other, you forget I’m here.”
Ava giggles, a blush coloring her cheeks as she takes in the various backdrops and props arranged around the studio. There's a luxurious bed with silky sheets, an antique chaise lounge, a swing suspended from the ceiling, and even a beautiful claw-footed tub surrounded by drapes, mirrors, and fairy lights.
"I don't think that will be a problem," she says, casting a coy glance in my direction. "Reese has a way of making me forget about everything else when we're together."
I smirk, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. "Is that so, Mrs. Donovan? Well, I guess I'll have to keep up my distracting ways."