She’s thinking.
I can help.
I lay my cards on the table. “Since Wednesday, you’ve been an obsession. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the image of you climaxing all over my fingers. I want you naked, and writhing, and moaning, and coming again.”
“Phoenix…” My name is a plea on her lips, and it’s my undoing. “Don’t say that.”
“You’re repeating yourself, Michaela, but your protest does little to veil the lust I read in your eyes.”
She bites against her lower lip so hard, I fear she’ll draw blood.
I soldier on. “I want to fuck you so bad and shoot my load so deep inside you, I can’t think straight. I’ve never—and I mean, never—wanted a woman like I want you.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to me until her body is flush with mine. “I can’t fake this,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her.
Helpless eyes stare wide behind a curtain of long, fluttering, dark lashes.
“Andyoucan’t fake this.” My hand travels underneath her robe to the middle of her legs. “For fuck’s sake. You’re naked.”
Her cheeks flush. “The thong I was wearing was uncomfortable, so I removed it. I was about to slip into another pair of panties when you knocked.”
“Bless that thong.”
My fingers slide between her drenched pussy lips.
A gasp escapes from her lips when I part her robe, revealing her naked breasts.
“You have the most magnificent tits.”
She smiles.
I make love to her perfect tits, licking and sucking each nipple into my mouth, causing her to make desperate, needy,little sounds that are music to my ears. I circle my tongue around a puckered, pink bud one last time before biting against it as I slide a finger over her hard clit.
“Dear God,” she says.
“You’re so damn wet for me.” My voice is strained.
My cock is about to fucking explode.
“This is over the top,” she says.
“Everything about us is over the top. From the way we met, to the reason we were brought together, to our speedy wedding… it’s pure madness. But us together, fuck…” I brush the back of my fingers along her cheek with my free hand while the fingers of the other skate over her clit in slow tortuous circles. “Your body was waiting for me. Tell me you don’t want me to make you lose your fucking mind like I did in my office.”
“Cocky much?”
I cut to the chase. “Let’s stop pretending.”
“I’m going to blame the champagne for this decision.”
I pull my hand away from underneath her robe and step back.
Confusion colors her eyes. “What did I say?”
“If you can’t make this decision on a clear head, I’m going back downstairs.”
Her eyes flinch, her surprise evident.
“All right?—”
“Wait,” she says and grabs my arm. “I want you to make me come again.”
