He forced himself to remain still and allow his wife to have her way with him. Her lips left a trail of fire blazing in their wake as they slowly traveled over his abdomen. Then lower. His cock was standing at attention, thick and protruding and begging to be inside her sweet berry-pink lips.
He realized that in his haste to undress her and have her, he had left her coiffure untouched. His fingers rectified that travesty immediately, sifting through the dark, silken strands, plucking hair pins as he went. When the velvety suction of her mouth engulfed his cockhead, he forgot to care about anything else.
Decker grasped a handful of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist, and watched as his desperate cock disappeared between her lips. She cupped his ballocks, which were painfully full after so many days and nights without her and taut with the need to spend. And then she took him deep.
Down her throat.
His hips jumped off the bed. He lost control, surging into her. She squeezed his sacs, massaging them, and he nearly lost himself then and there.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groaned.
She released him slowly, leaving his cock glistening with the combination of her saliva and his own mettle. Gripping him in her small fist, she laved her tongue over his tip. When she flicked over the slit, pressing there, and licking up another drop that seeped from him, he knew he could not bear any more torture.
He hauled her up his body. “Sit on my face,” he ordered, intending to make her good and slick before he impaled her. He wanted her as wet as the ocean.
“Like in the picture, the naughty letters?” she asked.
She had remembered, his beloved wife.
Decker suppressed another groan. “Precisely like that.”
She shifted with his help. He planted his hands on her waist and guided her so that her knees were on either side of his head and his waiting mouth was perfectly aligned with her cunny. He buried his tongue deep, then licked his way to her pearl.
“Oh, Decker.” Her throaty moan was all the reward he needed, but he would take the cream she gave him too.
She rode his face with a wild abandon, rocking into him again and again while he filled her and licked her. She came again while he fucked her cunny with his tongue and rubbed her pearl. She moaned, her body stiffening as her climax overtook her, and then he had her where he wanted her.
He rolled her to her back and settled himself between her legs. Grasping his cock, he rubbed himself up and down her slit, until he was wet with her juices and nearly out of his mind with need.
They both sighed as he sank inside her to the hilt. One thrust, and she was gripping him in her tight, welcoming heat. And she was drenched. And perfect. He pinned her to the bed with his cock, giving himself a minute to stay the frantic roaring in his head. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingernails raking down his back.
“Go on, Josie,” he urged, barely finding his voice, words. “Tell me what you want.”
Everything inside him screamed with the need to move.
Her eyes were glossy and dark with desire as they seared into him. “I want you to make love to me, Decker. I want you to spend inside me.”
Ah, those words. They were everything he needed to hear.
His ballocks tightened and he started moving, in and out. Though he tried to go slowly, to prolong their mutual pleasure, Jo was thrusting with him, their bodies moving in a frantic rush, seeking relief. He kissed her throat, losing control. Faster and faster he went, thrusting deep and then withdrawing, his strokes harder. He fucked her all the way up the bed until her head was smacking into the ornately carved headboard. And then he cradled her in his hands to blunt the thumps and fucked her some more, until she tightened on him like a vise, bathing his cock in another torrent of sweet release.
He came too, so hard little black stars appeared before him. And he emptied himself inside her, filling his wife with his seed. He felt as if he came more than he ever had. She milked him, draining his ballocks, caressing his back, his shoulders, kissing his collarbone, his neck.
When it was over, he collapsed against her, breathing heavy, inhaling the scent of her unbound hair, savoring the softness of her beneath him, the pulsing heat of her cunny stretched around him.
“I love you,” he whispered again.
And he knew then that the bonds of the past had finally been severed.
He was whole again.
Chapter Twenty
Jo and Lilahad just returned from a visit to the orphanage, during which Lila played piano and sang for the children and Jo read them stories, when Rhees announced Jo had a caller.
Or to be more precise, three callers.
The sight of her brother, sister-in-law, and nephew in the salon surprised a happy squeal out of Jo.
