Page 39 of Accidentally Marrying the Billionaire

"Princess, I remember everything you tell me." I hook my fingers into her waistband and slowly pull her panties down. "I'm nosy, remember? Your words stick with me. But in this house, Evelyn gets orgasms every day. Multiple times a day if she wants.”

She's perfect. Wet and waiting, and the scent of her arousal is intoxicating.

"You're staring again," she whispers.

"Appreciating." I spread her open gently. "You're beautiful here, too. Pretty and pink and perfect."

She covers her face with her arms, and I gently pull them away again.

"No hiding," I remind her. "Watch me."

Then I lean in and taste her.

“Oh my God!"

There it is. My wife is a screamer, and that knowledge sends a surge of satisfaction straight through me.

I take my time, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and circling her clit. She's not quiet—moaning, cursing, her hands fisting the sheets. When I slide a finger inside her and crook it just right, she practically comes off the bed.

"That's it," I murmur against her. "Let go for me."

"Mike, I'm—oh God, I'm gonna⁠—"

"I know, baby. I can feel it. Come for me, Evelyn. Show me how good you feel."

Her pussy clenches around my finger , and she cries out my name like it's the only word she knows. I work her through it, gentling my movements as she comes down.

When I finally pull back, she's staring at the ceiling like she's seen God.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“A true wordsmith you are.”

“Shut up. You broke my brain.”

I grab a condom and roll it on. I crawl up her body slowly, savoring every inch. The cluster of freckles on her hip. The curve of her waist. The heavy swell of her breasts. Each hard nipple gets attention until she's squirming beneath me.

"Please," she whispers.

"Please, what?"

"Please stop teasing me and fuck me already."

I grin. “A kindergarten teacher with a dirty mouth. I think I’m in love.”

I position myself at her entrance and push inside slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her lips part, her eyes flutter closed, and she makes this sound—half moan, half sigh—that I want to hear for the rest of my life.

"You feel..." I grunt, pulling back and sliding home again. "Fuck, Evelyn. You feel incredible."

"So do you." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "More."

I give her more. Slow at first, then faster when she begs for it. I shift my angle, searching, and when her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open, I know I've found it.

"Right there?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

"Yes. Oh God, yes, right there, don't stop⁠—"

I don't stop. I thrust into her again and again, watching pleasure wash over her face. She's uninhibited now, all that nervous energy transformed into pure want.