Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) by Crystal Kaswell Page B

himself up. In one swift movement, he scoops me into his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me flat on my back.
    "Clothes off," I breathe.
    He smiles. "Your wish is my command."
    I watch as he strips. The tie and blazer go first then shoes and socks. He takes his time with the buttons of his shirt, with his belt, with his slacks.
    Then it's just Miles and his black boxers.
    I push myself to the edge of the bed. This is the first time I'm going to see my husband naked. It needs to be special.
    I bring my hands to his hips, push his boxers to his ankles, and lean in to take his cock into my mouth.
    He tastes good, and he's so fucking hard. I flick my tongue against his head a few times to tease him. Once he's groaning with the agony of anticipation, I take him deeper and suck hard.
    Miles tugs at my hair. "Get on your back. I'm coming inside you."
    All the heat in my body pools between my legs. Hell yes.
    I lie back and spread my legs. Miles climbs onto the bed. He slides his hands under my ass, positioning my body so his cock strains against me.
    My husband is about the enter me.
    It's romantic and hot at the same time.
    His fingers curl into the flesh of my ass as he slides into me. He does it slowly, one inch at a time. I soak in every second of it.
    It's our first time having sex as a married couple.
    It's fucking amazing.
    He keeps one hand on my ass, using it to guide my movements as he thrusts into me. We move a little faster. A little harder.
    His piercing blue eyes really are at their most beautiful when they're filled with pleasure.
    I need more of his affection. I need every ounce of his affection. I slide my hands to the back of his head and pull him into a deep kiss.
    We stay locked like that, my tongue in his mouth, his cock inside me.
    Pleasure overtakes me. The tension in my core knots tighter and tighter, then it unwinds in one hell of an orgasm. I squeeze my thighs against his hips, groaning into his mouth as I come.
    With a few more thrusts, he's there. His torso shakes. His fingers dig into my skin. I can feel his groans vibrating over my neck and chest.
    I can feel his cock pulsing as he comes.
    Our lips stay locked as we collapse onto our sides. He pulls me closer. It feels so good kissing him, kissing my husband, that it takes minutes for us to come up for air.
    He pulls back. His eyes meet mine. "You want to get the couch or the Jacuzzi next?"
    "The couch."
    "In that case, I have your wedding gift." He shifts away to pull something from the beside drawer.
    I've seen this before. It's a couple's vibrator.
    Heat rushes through my body. I'm on my way to being ready to go again.
    "It's a romantic choice," I say.
    He pulls me into his arms and plants a kiss on my forehead. "Only the best for my wife."

Strum Forever

Chapter Fourteen
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    K ara
    I adjust my blouse and skirt. I need to look perfect. I know Drew doesn't care—he'd say I look best in nothing—but it calms me knowing my hair, makeup, and attire are on point.
    I check my makeup in the mirror. My smoky eye is still perfect, but my lipstick could use a touch-up. I dig into my bag for my baby, you know you want to kiss me red.
    Not that Drew needs any convincing on that front.
    There. That's better. I take a deep breath as I study my reflection. Why am I so nervous? I wake up to Drew every morning. He knows what I look like exhausted, hungover, and sick.
    No matter what, he always tells me I look beautiful.
    I throw my lipstick back in my purse. It smacks into a tampon. There are tons of tampons in here. Enough for an entire cycle.
    What the hell?
    My phone buzzes. Drew. He's here. I check my makeup one more time. Deep breath.
    Drew is here. Nothing else matters, certainly not my inability to stock my purse with an appropriate amount of feminine hygiene products.
    Fuck, it's been so long since I've seen him. I can't do anything to contain my excitement. I practically burst out of the bathroom.
    The baggage claim is crowded