“My prince,” I breathed, twisting my neck, tucking my forehead into his neck and covering his hand at my sex where his finger was working magic.
He pulled my nipple again and fire shot straight through me. “Bloody right,” he growled, his h*ps dipping, he drove back up inside me.
“Baby,” I whispered, my hand tensing on his.
“Who are you?” he asked on another pull on my nipple causing another shaft of fire.
“Your princess,” I answered immediately, wanting my reward.
I got it, another heady stroke of his cock.
“Who are you?” he repeated and I closed my eyes as his finger between my legs twitched relentlessly and I ground into him.
“Honey,” I breathed. I was losing it.
Another pull at my nipple, sharper, harder, better, then, “Who are you, Cora?”
“Your wife,” I whispered, his h*ps dipped and he surged up again, pulling at my nipple and rolling my cl*t at the same time and I cried out, “Tor!” as it overwhelmed me.
I barely started coming when he shoved me back down into the bed and then started moving inside me, rolling his h*ps as he did it, his hands at my h*ps yanking me back while he drove in.
God, beautiful.
I lifted up on my forearms, arched my back, lifting my ass for him and he reached forward, his fingers curling around my shoulder, he pulled me back into him, this allowing him to thrust deeper into me. I shuddered and finished my cl**ax as he plunged in, his rhythm slow, steady, his h*ps rolling, his hand at my shoulder driving me back as he drove forward and it started building again.
“Baby,” I gasped breathlessly into my comforter.
His hand left my shoulder and both curled around the sides of my ribs.
“We go back to my world, we find someone who can make you more of these shoes,” he declared huskily.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His h*ps rolled and he thrust deep. “Dozens of them,” he went on.
“Yes,” I repeated.
“My wife has a beautiful arse,” he grunted, his h*ps rolling and thrusting again.
I closed my eyes, arched my back and stretched my arms straight forward, pressing back even as he pulled me to him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered and his thrusts quickened. “Yes,” I breathed.
“And the wettest, sweetest f**king cunt,” he growled, his voice hoarse, his thrusts coming faster.
My head jerked back, my hair flying, my sex spasming. “Oh my God,” I moaned.
“That’s it, my love,” his fingers at my ribs flexing tight, yanking me back violently, “give me what’s rightfully mine.”
“Okay,” I breathed then my body bucked and I cried out yet again as a stronger cl**ax washed through me, Tor pounded into me, hauling me back into him, his thrusts savage as I heard him grunt and he drove in hard, once, twice, three, four, five, six times then he stayed planted and groaned.
My eyes slowly closed and just as slowly a smile curved my lips.
He waited until my breathing slowed then he pulled me up again, arms tight around my chest and ribs, bodies still joined and his face went into my neck.
“Would that we would be transported to a world where you could spend your days with my seed planted deep inside you,” Tor whispered into my neck.
I closed my eyes again as renewed heat flooded my system.