His hands find my ass and squeeze. He lifts his head, gazing at me with needy eyes. “I’m tired, but I’m hungry, wife.”
A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers tighten against my skin. I lean forward, running my tongue along the stubble under his jaw. “What would satisfy you?” I murmur against his skin.
He curls his fingers, bunching the fabric of my dress, and baring my thighs. “Only you,” he whispers in my ear, and goose bumps break out across my skin.
I scoot forward, rubbing my panty-covered pussy against his denim-clad cock. “You want my mouth?” I ask, staring into his greedy eyes as I run my tongue along my lip.
His gaze dips, following the trail of my tongue as he tightens his fingers, pulling my body closer. “I want that beautiful cunt.”
God. I love when the man talks dirty to me. Cunt is a word that used to make my stomach turn, but damn it, when he says it that way and with the need in his voice, it makes my body throb to be filled.
I dip my head, bringing my lips close to his. “And what do I get?”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.”
I smile as my lips press against his, softly at first, as my fingers find the button on his jeans. He slides his hand up my back, fisting it in my hair as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues tangle together, dancing in unison in our mouths. I’m drunk on lust and love, wanting nothing more than for my husband to fuck me.
I work my fingers feverishly at his zipper, and he lifts us both, our mouths never leaving each other. As I yank the sides of his jeans down, exposing his beautiful, hard cock, he moans against my lips and slips his hand under my dress. I gasp as his fingertip grazes my clit so lightly, my body moves forward, begging for more.
“My panties,” I pant into his mouth.
Without a verbal response, he pulls the thin material to the side and lifts his hips, touching his hardness to my wetness. “Fuck me,” he demands.
I do not argue. I want him. The stolen glances across the yard and watching his skin glisten in the waning sunlight filled my entire body with need.
Lowering myself onto him, I close my eyes, and take his mouth with a hunger I haven’t felt before. Maybe it’s the fear of whatever the men have planned that drives me as I rise and fall, spearing myself on his hard shaft over and over again until we’re trembling and covered in sweat.
I lean back, staring into his eyes with him buried deep inside me. “I know what I want.”
His eyes blaze. “What do you want?”
“I gave you my cunt. Now I want your promise.”
Fuck. I feel so naughty and powerful in this moment. After a short conversation with Izzy, I knew how I’d get Angelo to do what I wanted. Part of me felt guilty, but right now, in this moment, the feeling has vanished.
“Anything,” he grits out, trying to lift me, but I clamp my legs around his thighs to keep myself there.
“Whatever you have planned, you’ll cancel.”
He lifts an eyebrow as a slow smile slides across his lips. “You’re using sex as a weapon now?”
“Not a weapon, baby.” I smirk, rolling my hips forward until he grits his teeth. “You promised me anything, and if you want me to ride your cock some more, giving you what you crave, you’ll promise me.”
“Or what?” he asks as he brushes his thumb across my nipple, causing my core to spasm.
“I’ll go to sleep, leaving you here with your hard cock to finish yourself.”
This is all kinds of wrong. I know it is. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I know I have to. I’m kind of high on the power. I’ll beg for forgiveness later when whatever danger has passed, but for now, I’ll do what I must to keep my husband safe and at my side.
He cups my breast in his hand, but his eyes never leave mine. “Are you scared?”
I nod slowly. “I’ve lost one man. I won’t lose another,” I say honestly.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly as his hand slides up my dress, finding my neck. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I never want you to have the fear and sadness you felt before. I’ll tell Morgan and the guys I can’t go with them. Nothing is more important than you, my sweet Tilly.”
I stare at him for a moment, blinking a few times as my eyes hold his. That was entirely too easy.
“Not because you’d leave me here to finish myself off, as you say, but because I want a happy wife and a long life with you.”
