“I’ll follow you anywhere,” she murmurs as she climbs to her feet, and we take it slow, walking to the bedroom. “Wait. Go lock the doors, please. The girls have been just walking in, which is fine if we’renotmaking babies in here.”
I smirk and leave her where she is, then hurry over to lock both the front and the back doors. Then I return to my wife and lead her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
“Jules, I’m serious. If this hurts too much, just say so. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“It might hurtmyfeelings,” she replies and pushes her hands under my shirt again. “Please take this off. I like seeing your chest and abs all muscly and hard.”
No pressure.
I can never stop going to the gym. I want my girl to always look at me like this.
I shed the shirt and then the lounge pants I pulled on after my shower. I’m already hard as fuck, but that’s just my permanent state whenever I’m around this woman.
It’s been this way since we were sixteen.
“Do you remember the first time we did this?” I whisper, pushing my fingers into her soft, golden curls and tucking them behind her ear.
“Of course, I do.” She leans in to press her lips over my heart. “We were both so nervous.”
“It feels like that right now.”
Her eyes jump to mine, wide and surprised. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m not sure how to navigate this.”
Juliet’s beautiful face softens, and her hands glide up to frame my face. “You won’t hurt me. You would never hurt me. I want you to hold me when I’m not coming out of a nightmare. I can spread my legs without it hurting, babe.”
I want that, too. I’ve been so fucking worried about her, I haven’t even thought about sex. I just wanted to make sure she was healing and whole.
But now, her nipples are puckered, and her cheeks are rosy. If my wife needs to come, I’ll fucking make her come.
Several times.
“Let’s get you naked so I can worship your gorgeous-as-fuck body,” I growl against her lips, my hands fisting in the hem ofher T-shirt and dragging it up her torso. She raises her arms, and I cast the shirt aside. Then I unfasten her bra, and she lets it fall to the floor. “I love your tits. I always have.”
I cup them in my hands and roll the nipples between my fingers, making her sigh and tip her head back, exposing her neck. I can’t resist leaning in to nibble her there, and grin when goose bumps break out at the touch of my lips.
“God, that feels good,” she whimpers, leaning into me.
My hands glide down her sides to the elastic waist of her shorts, and I nudge them down her legs, careful that they don’t brush over her injury. When she’s finally naked, I cup her sex and growl against her neck.
“So fucking wet for me, Wildfire.”
“Always.” She swallows hard when one finger slips through her lips and circles her entrance.
I pull away, making her pout, but I want her on the bed.
“Such a greedy fucking girl,” I growl against her mouth before biting her lower lip. “I want you to lie down and get as comfortable as possible. Right in the middle of our bed.”
She sits and winces, but then wiggles to the middle and lies down, sighing happily.
“How do you feel?”
“Horny as hell,” she replies and crooks her finger at me. “Come here, husband.”
Well, that’ll make my cock hard, if it wasn’t already.
With a grin, I climb onto the bed at her uninjured side, careful not to touch her other leg, and pepper kisses from her lips to her ear.
