He lets me go and I fall on the bed. He closes the glass and hits the button for the automatic privacy screen for the balcony windows. He’s naked and rubbing his dick before the screen is finished. I bite my bottom lip as I watch, remembering how he made himself cum in the shower yesterday. Mmm, if I wasn't sore and low key in my feelings, I would have joined him.
“Why are you still wearing so many fucking clothes,” he growls. “I like my pussy raw.”
I look down at my fitted tank. My braless breasts press against the peach shirt. My nipples are visibly hard. The sleep shorts aren’t much different than the ones he called pussy shorts.
“I want you to undress me,” I confess while opening my legs, giving into the level of freak he expects.
His eyes drop down to the seat of my shorts. I’m sure it’s damp from all his teasing. His top lip curls like he wants to growl. Feral Jagger is my favorite.
“Now, Karessa.”
Shrugging, I start with the shorts since we both know that’s why we’re here. I arch my back to get them past my hips then push them down. Once free, I open my legs for him again.
“Much better. How’s my girl?” His softer tone is endearing since he’s checking in.
“Mad at you. You made her promises only to abuse her the very next day.”
“Then, we should talk.”
He drops to his knees and pulls me to the edge of the bed by my thighs. Jagger inhales me, closing his eyes like he was deprived far too long. He stares at my pussy with lustful intent.
“Hey beautiful. I can’t say I’m sorry because breaking you was part of the vows. Do you remember what I said after?” His eyes meet mine again, waiting for the answer. I shake my head. “I promised to...I’ll give you a hint.”
His magical tongue teases my swollen clit then dips inside of me. He hmms like he’s starving. Jagger spreads me wider and looks me in the eyes.
“Let’s kiss and make up.”
When his mouth clamps down on me again, I feel capable of transcending. If Jagger Liam Fucking Hanlon can’t do anything else, he is very proficient in eating pussy. Arching my back, I feed him more of me, loving the tingles already shooting through my body. I’m almost there and that’s where he keeps me, just on the edge without pushing me over. He’s doing it on purpose. I can tell by the way those whiskey eyes glimmer with the satisfaction of watching me lose my mind.
Flustered, I pull off my tank top and throw it at him. He catches it with one hand, drops it, and slaps my inner thigh. The sting ripples through my lower body and makes me throb more. Retaliation is futile, I’m starting to believe Jagger likes it all.
Jagger is more than capable of getting me off. Scratch that, he’s highly proficient, in the short time we’ve been having sex, he gets it right every time. Surprisingly, his skill isn’t what does it for me this time. When he brings his hand up and presses down on my thigh, his gold ring catches some of the sunlight and it somehow becomes less surreal. I’m Karessa Hanlon and my damn sexy husband has his head between my thighs.
I grip the sheets as my orgasm rocks my body. Jaggers keeps his thumb on my clit to prolong the throbbing as he rises to his knees and slides into my spasming center. His entry is slower than usual and it pulls shivers out of me.
“Ah.” Escapes with a soft moan as he rocks into me slow and firm. The gentleness in his eyes is breathtaking.
“How’s that?” He asks with a sigh that suggests fucking me is the best feeling in the world.
“So, so good,” I admit.
The eye connection is too intense, I drop my gaze to watch him slide in and out of me. Jagger keeps the pace, using his thumb to tease my clit in tandem with his strokes until I cum again. His eyes droop closed and he bites his lower lip as he waits for me to stop gripping him. When he moves again, he stretches over me with one palm bracing him near my head.
“Ready for the rest, sweet baby?” he asks with his lips ghosting mine.
I rub my fingers up his chest and hook them behind his neck to pull him into a slow kiss. I find myself becoming used to being connected to him and while I don’t like to think about it, I feel sorry for Layla for having to let all of this go.
“Absolutely.”
* * *
True to his word,we stayed in bed to cuddle. Right now, his head is on my chest and my hands are in his hair. I can’t stop touching it. One thing has weighed on my mind from the beginning; while he’s told me he chooses me, there was a reason I was covered in mashed potatoes.
“Out with it, Karebear. Your thoughts are practically screaming,” he informs me. The lazy circles he’s drawing on my belly with his finger is distracting.
“I don’t know a better way to ask...what did you mean when you said Layla wasn’t who you thought she was?”
His tracing immediately stops and I fear I’ve overstepped again. I know we’re married, but it doesn’t mean he wants to tell me his secrets two days in.
