“You tasted like pink lemonade and forever.” Just like in Vegas, and every other time since, kissing her is all-consuming.I’ve waited so long for this I don’t want it to end, but at the same time there are so many more things I want to do with her.
With a lot of effort, I pull away from her lips and trail kisses down her neck, sucking and biting as I go. She groans, running her fingers through my hair and arching into me.
“You had on a dress that night so these were a little easier to access.” I bite the peak of one breast through her clothing.
Her hands leave my hair, and she sits up quickly to pull off the sweatshirt. She has on a tank top underneath, and the neckline is just like the dress she had on in Vegas.
I hook a finger into the center and pull it down. Her cleavage spills out over the black lacy bra.
“I couldn’t get over how perfect you were. Still can’t. Every part of you feels like it was made for me.”
Her throat works with a swallow as she watches me move down her body. I lift the hem of her tank and place soft kisses all along her rib cage and stomach. If I had known how long it would have taken me to get back here with her, I would have taken more time to savor it. Which is exactly what I plan to do now.
Her body is lean and tone from the gym, skin soft and warm. She doesn’t rush me, but I can feel her impatience as I avoid giving her attention to the spot she craves the most.
She lets out a soft whimper as my fingers ghost over her pelvic bone and back up to her side. I chuckle against her skin and finally skim my lips down lower. Her stomach dips as I lick a line above the hem of her shorts. Slowly I tug them down, leaving her panties on for now, and wedge myself between her legs.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I lick a line over the center of her through the silky material. It’s too much and not nearly enough. I pull her panties down sooner than I planned but the instantI bury my face between her thighs with nothing between us, I don’t care about anything else.
Her fingers make their way back into my hair and she grips and tugs as I find her clit and suck.
“Just like forever.” I inhale and then drag my tongue along her slit.
“Travis.” The way she says my name has goosebumps dotting my skin and a shiver running down my spine. “I changed my mind.”
I pause, glancing up at her. Her eyes blaze with desire, cheeks flushed. “I don’t care what we did or how we did it. Fuck me now. Please?”
I place one more hard kiss to her pussy before I move back up her body. “Whatever you say, wife.”
She flashes a grin before she presses her mouth to mine. Her hands are at my waist, pushing my jeans and boxers down. I help her guide them down my legs and toss them onto the floor.
While I roll onto my side to grab a condom from the nightstand, she rakes her nails lightly over my forearm.
“Wow.” Her gaze is on my dick when I look back.
“See something you like?”
“I can’t believe I don’t remember this.”
“Seeing your reaction to my dick twice is the only good thing about you not remembering the first time.”
“So cocky.” She lets out a quiet chuckle as she grins at me.
She climbs onto my lap, obviously done with letting me take charge. And I’m happy to let her have her way with me. More than happy. I circle my arms around her waist and bring her flush against me. I drag my palms up her sides and pull her tank over her head and fling it to the side, then unhook her bra and toss it to the floor too.
“I missed these.” I cup her breasts, running my thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
Her responding groan goes straight to my dick. She moves against me, rubbing herself along my shaft.
“Fuck, baby. That’s right. Take whatever you need.” Electricity zaps across my skin. I’m never going to last like this, but I’ll risk coming on my stomach before I stop her.
“I need,” she starts, then rolls her hips and shudders. She does it again and I can feel the way her body coils and pulses with pleasure. Every nerve ending buzzes. I know because mine does too.
“What? What do you need?” I ask, dropping my forehead to rest against hers. “Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
She lets out an audible breath. “I need my husband’s dick inside me.”
I let out a surprised chuckle as I hurry to tear the condom wrapper open and cover myself. “Happy wife. Happy life.”
