Emme nodded and some automatic, hyper-focused part of my brain took charge. I didn’t think about shifting her to the center of the bed or grabbing a condom from the bedside table. It just happened. One move after the other until everything fell into place. It was like this during games too, the ones where everything clicked. All I had to do was react.
When I climbed over her, my cock hot on her soft belly and my fingers working between her legs, all that focus slowed way down. I saw every exhale, every curve of her lips, every dart of her eyes—and though I knew the answer, I needed to hear it one more time. “Yes?”
Her lips tipped up at the corners as her gaze dropped between our bodies, to where my cock was troublingly close to embarrassing me, and back up. “Fuck yes.”
I shifted, letting my shaft slide through her wet seam. The head nudged her clit and she rocked against me, just like she had on the plane, and I made a noise that wasn’t entirely human. She ran her hand up my spine and settled it on the back of my neck, and she urged me closer until our lips met.
Quietly, barely a gasp, she said, “I want my husband to fuck me.”
It didn’t really matter what I had inked on my skin. Not when I could hear those words on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.
I ran a hand down her thigh to the back of her knee and held her open as I watched her pussy take my cock. I would’ve stared at that perfect pink flesh and the way it stretched around me all night if she hadn’t brought me back to her mouth.
I kissed her as she whispered, “It’s too much,” and I asked, “Am I hurting you?”
A single shake of her head. “No. You’re just…a lot.”
“Breathe for me, baby. Just a little more.”
She did breathe though that meant I had to slap a hand to the headboard to hold myself steady while she shifted her hips to take me deeper. The wood creaked and I growled into her neck as the heat and pressure tested all of my strength.
I kissed her again and grabbed the hand she’d bunched in the sheets and brought it back to my neck. “Don’t let me go,” I said.
“I won’t,” she said, “if you don’t.”
It was the easiest thing in the world to say, “Never.”
Again, I kissed her as we moved together, as I pinched her nipples and she dug her nails into my back. As she cried and shuddered and begged me to get her there. As she locked her legs around my waist and held me close while she shattered for me and all I could do was slam into her like I wanted to leave a mark. As I came so hard that part of the headboard cracked under my hand. As we laughed and shook and held each other.
I’d had years to imagine what this would be like. How it would feel to peel her clothes off and drink in her naked skin. To run my hands over her soft, luscious curves, to taste those places. I’d dreamed of what it would be like to have the right to touch her this way, to spread her legs and discover all her secret places. To make her writhe and gasp and claw at me.Forme.
In none of those dreams did it start with her grabbing me by the cock and sucking me within an inch of my life. Never once did I think I’d spend every second kissing her like I couldn’t let go. And I never thought it would feel so absolutely right. I’d known it would be good, that I’d make it good for her. But the sex wasn’t simply good. It wasright. And in those minutes that I’d been lost between her thighs, I was right too.
And if I could just hold on to this, hold on to Emme—well, I knew Emme and I knew tomorrow would be…strained. She’d retreat until she found her bearings, and if I played that game, she’d make her way back to me. Then I could figure out how to keep her.
Because Ihadto keep her. It was the only option. Not ending our marriage, not picking up where we’d left off as friends. I’d go on existing if I lost her but I’d never feel this way—I’d never beright—again.
When it was over and we determined the bed was broken but not so much that we needed to do anything about it now, I rolled Emme on top of me, my cock half hard and still pulsing inside her.
“This,” I said, cupping her breasts in both hands, “is perfect.”
“How are you—” She rocked her hips against me and my whole body twitched. “Still going strong?”
I wasn’t about to correct her so I held her waist as I bucked up into her. “Because it’s you, wifey.”
“Be serious,” she shot back.
I skimmed my hands up her sides and back to her breasts. I was going to spend hours getting to know these beauties. But first— “I am. I’m dead serious.”
“You can just”—she glanced down at my torso—“keep going?”
So I’d have to explain a few things to her. All right. “I’m hard because I want to fuck you. Because you’re gorgeous and sexy,and because I want to spend so much time in your cunt that you’ll expect me to pay rent.”
She circled her hips and her cheeks suddenly flushed pink. There was something about those rosy cheeks that did it to me every time. A new wave of arousal rushed through me and I thrust into her again. She dropped forward, her hands flat on my chest, and I seized that opportunity to get my tongue around her nipple.
“I can keep going,” I said into the glory of her breasts, “because I have endurance like you’ve never seen, wife. Get used to it.”
chapter twenty-two
