I giggle against his mouth. “You’re so shocked.”
When we lean back to look at each other, he’s still holding my face.
“Of course I’m shocked. You’re the best person know, Ellie. The sweetest, kindest, purest soul. And you love me. A flawed-as-fuck guy who smacks around pucks for a living.”
I hold his wrists. “You’re amazing, Camden. The most generous, giving, protective man I know. I’m so lucky to be with you. I’m so lucky you’re my husband.”
“Nowhere near as lucky as I am, baby.”
He kisses me again, this time slow and teasing. I moan into his mouth, I’m instantly turned on.
“My wife is in love with me.” He says it like he can’t believe it.
I smile against his lips. Soon we’re lying on the bed, peeling our clothes off.
He kisses down my neck and chest. “My hot, sexy, gorgeous wife is in love with me,” he says with his mouth against my hip.
I giggle. “You keep saying it.”
He leans up, hovering his lips over mine. “I can’t help it. I’m so damn happy you love me, baby.”
He kisses me, then lowers his mouth to my breasts. He takes his time teasing my nipples, softly swirling his tongue, just how I like it.
I’m whimpering, my clit is throbbing, and my pussy is aching. I want Camden so bad. I’m in love with him so much.
“Camden?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you inside me now.”
He peers up from my chest, that sexy smirk playing across his lips. “With pleasure. But I need to feel you come on my tongue first.”
My breath catches as he kisses down my stomach. He kisses the front of my panties.
“Fuck, these are so pretty on you, baby.” He fingers the delicate pink lace.
“I love wearing the lingerie you buy me.”
Camden bought me a whole wardrobe of beautiful designer lingerie. i wear a different set every day and surprise him when we go to bed.
I bite back a smile, giddy at his hungry gaze raking over the thong I’m wearing.
He looks up at me, holding my gaze as he licks my clit outside of my panties. I gasp.
“I love buying my sexy wife lingerie.”
Slowly, he sliding them down my legs. Goosebumps fly across my skin at his soft, sure touch. I’ll never, ever get tired of his touch. I’ll always crave it.
He parts my thighs open with his hands and runs his tongue over my aching pussy. I cry out, my body shaking with anticipation.
He drags his tongue up and down a few times, then he moves in slow, soft circles over my clit.
I’m instantly on edge. It never takes long for me to come when Camden goes down on me, but this time is different. My heart is beating faster. My chest is tight. It’s harder to breathe. Emotions zoom through me, making every kiss, every touch feel that much more intense.
Because my husband is making love to me.
That squeeze in my chest intensifies. I tug a hand through Camden’s hair right as my orgasm hits.
