“Oh, I’m going to fuck you with this on,” I inform her, tracing the edges of the lace with my fingertip, making her squirm. “It’s too pretty to rip off you.”
Urging her onto her back, I kiss the ball of her shoulder, then drag my lips over to her neck. She sighs as my fingers find her nipple and give it a good tug. All day, I envisioned bringing my girl back here and fucking her, hard and rough, the way we usually like it, the way shebegs for it, but tonight feels more tender.
Less chaotic.
I want to savor every inch of her, every moan and sigh.
“Grab the headboard, baby.”
She blinks up at me, but does what she’s told, reaching up over her head to hold on to the black iron headboard.
“How did you get all of this up here?”
“I can’t reveal all of my secrets.” I nibble her jawline, then bite her lower lip before licking over it and sinking into her, kissing her deeply and glorying in the groan that comes from deep in her chest.
When her fingers dive into my hair, I pull away.
“Brooks.”
“Hold. The. Headboard.” I bite her chin. “I won’t tell you again.”
“I want to touch you.”
Smiling softly, I nibble her thumb and then her wrist before placing her hand above her head, around the wrung once more.
“You’ll touch me. I promise. For right now, I want to explore my wife’s stellar body, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”
“Bossy,” she whispers, but her eyes are full of humor as I go back to kissing her deeply, my hands taking a tour of her perfect-as-fuck curves. She squirms when my fingers drift up the inside of her thigh, making me grin.
“I fucking love how responsive you are when I touch you. I’ll bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” I nibble my way down her breastbone to her belly button and draw a circle around it with my tongue before nudging my shoulders between her legs and spreading her open. “Just what I thought. Your pretty pussy has soaked these panties.”
“Not a surprise,” she murmurs. “Can I touch you now?”
“Not yet.”
Her skin is warm and fucking irresistible, and I press wet kisses over her inner thigh, then up to her core, and grin when she gasps.
“What made you this wet, baby? Was it the thought of your husband fucking you hard and fast?”
She whimpers and bites her lower lip. “It’s the way you touch me. Look at me. Hell, all you have to do is breathe in my vicinity and I’m a faucet.”
I huff out a breath against her pussy, and she moans.
“You like that.”
“You know I like it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand leave the headboard.
“Juliet.” My hard voice has her gripping it once more, obviously frustrated.
“It’smywedding night too, you know.”
With a chuckle, I pull the crotch of her panties to the side, tugging them tight over her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh, I know it is.Wife.”
Fuck, this woman is my wife.
