Before she can argue, I pull her on top of me and flip us. She lands on her back with a surprised yelp. I make quick work of her shirt and bra, stripping them from her gorgeous body. Then, I’m between her thighs, shouldering them open.
“Beautiful,” I breathe.
“You're still wearing pants.”
“I’m busy.” I grip her hips and pull her forward. “Spread your legs.”
She does. Trusting. Open. Mine.
I lean in and lick a long, slow stripe through her folds.
“Fuck.” Her legs twitch. I do it again.
She’s wet. Soaking. Dripping down my chin as I work her with my tongue, licking and sucking and re-learning every inch of her. She tastes like salt and honey, like victory, like everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Daniel—” Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. “Oh, God, right there?—”
I focus on the spot that makes her shake. Circle it with my tongue. Slow. Deliberate. Making her feel every stroke.
“Please—” She’s panting now, hips rocking against my mouth. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” I slide two fingers inside her, curling them forward, and she cries out. “I've got you.”
I work her with my fingers and my mouth, building her higher with every stroke. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her breath comes in sharp gasps. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls clench around my fingers, the way her whole body tightens like a bowstring.
“Come for me,” I growl against her clit. “Come on my tongue, wife. Let me taste you.”
Her orgasm hits hard. She convulses, crying out my name. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
“Holy shit.” She sinks into the mattress. “That was?—”
“Just the beginning.”
I rise to my feet. She looks like a feast spread out for me, flushed and panting and thoroughly debauched.
And wearing my great-grandmother’s ring.
“You’re still wearing pants,” she says again, breathless.
“Noticed that, did you?”
“Hard to miss.” Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge straining against my zipper. “Looks uncomfortable.”
“Agonizing.” I shuck my pants and boxers in one motion, kicking them aside. Her gaze rakes down my body and lands on my cock, hard and leaking and desperate for her.
“Come here.” She holds out her arms.
I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges her entrance. We both groan.
“Slow down,” she whispers, echoing my words to her that afternoon at the lake. Her soft smile wraps around my heart.
“Can’t.” I position myself at her entrance, meet her eyes. “I've been waiting all day. My whole damn life, feels like.”
I enter her slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face as I fill her, watching her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a moan. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and I have to stop halfway just to breathe.
“Okay?” I grit out.
“Wonderful.” She clenches around me, pulling me deeper.
