“Since we’ve been married, you’ve done a pretty good job of making me lose my mind. When do I get to return the favor?”
“You already have.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have.”
“When?”
“I fucked you hard yesterday, and I came hard—every single time.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she says in a flirtatious tone.
“What did you have in mind, kitten?”
She reaches out and cups my cock.
I groan. “As much as I like you wet—and fuck do I love when you get that wetness all over me like you did last night—this setting is a bit too intimate for that.”
Her breath catches and her cheeks flush at the eroticism in my statement.
The pulse at the base of her neck throbs.
Tick, tick, tick.
Her eyes flash with burning lust.
My hungry gaze captures every nuance of her beautiful face before homing in on her lips. I grab her by the neck and take her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. She parts her lips for me, so my tongue dances with hers.
I’m unhinged.
We both are.
It shouldn’t feel this good. This right. This perfect.
I kiss her with abandonment.
She responds with fierce passion.
I fucking love it.
I could fuck her around the clock—for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, and coffee breaks—and I’d still want more.
I twine the fingers of one hand in her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her neck, licking up her smooth skin, ending with a groan near her lips. “You’re okay with us keeping it to a fast ride?”
“God, yes.”
I lift the fabric of her dress.
My hand inches up between the silky smoothness of her thighs until my fingers brush over her panties.
Fuck, she’s wet.
I push the fabric aside, and when I glide a finger through her slick pussy, she moans as she kisses me harder.
Jesus Christ.
I need to be inside her.
