“Mierna," Bobby growls tersely. “Dress…”
“Well, I’m not going to wear it again after—” The sound of ripping collides with my ears, and I gasp in equal parts shock and surprise when I suddenly feel his warm hands gliding along the inside seam of my thighs.
“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he leers through clenched teeth. “You already know what this is, don’t you, my little Daydream?”
Daydream?
I pull away, locking onto his face, his eyes, his everything. “What…did you say?”
He reaches up and runs the crook of his index finger gently down one cheek. “You couldn’t possibly think I haven’t had you inmind these last two years with everything I’ve been doing. I’ve built everything you deserve. From the first moment I saw you, Meirna…I had to have you. And, now, I do.”
My lips parted from his admission, and I feel the same way.
Bobby has made me feel special and loved in other ways when we’re not physically in the same room. Being in a family where money is everything and emotions aren’t something that are spoken about on the norm, I’ve always known where Bobby was. His love language is acts of giving. When words fail, he puts thought behind them to articulate what and how he feels.
It took me a minute, but I got the concept pretty quickly.
“Goodness, Bobby,” I lightly tease, receiving his fingers right at the base of my cunt. “It almost sounds like you love me or something.”
He peels my panties to the side, dragging the pad of one digit over my already soaking folds. “I think what I feel for you is a bit darker than that.”
He suddenly shoves the same teasing finger inside me, and my next exhale is practically choked out of me when he immediately adds another.
Bobby’s pumps stretch me and my imagination to unimagined limits. He’s never gotten this deep with me, but with what we’ve just done, I want nothing more than to be honest and open.
“Bobby,” I moan, clutching tightly onto his shoulders. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I want to,” he murmurs, brushing my clit with his thumb. “But you’re using the wrong name.” My brows clench a bit when he adds, “I’m your husband. You’re soulmate. You’re every breath, Meirna. All you’re going to be thinking about is me.”
I smile because that’s easy. “Wait until you see what I bought you for our honeymoon, husband. You’re going to be daydreaming of me during conferences and business trips for the next year.”
“I’ve already done that.”
Increasing his tempo between my legs, Ishamelessly moan. Sparks ignite throughout my body with every thrust he inserts into me. My patience grows thin as I grapple with the waistband of his dress slacks and start undoing his belt for him.
A satisfied groan reverberates from the back of his throat, and he pushes his weight onto me, crushing me harder against the wall and his frame.
With my small hands, I’m able to reach in without having to shove his pants down his waist and receivehim.
Hard.
Warm.
Thick.
Perfect.
God, I missed his cock.
So much so that I forgot the gosh dang dimensions of it.
Not that I have the damn things written down, but you know what I mean.
Stroking his length, Bobby chases my hand and begins driving his cock between my fingers and palm.
The growl he makes only amps up my confidence to place more pressure and test the grounds on what he likes that maybe I haven’t done before.
“How much do you want this cock, Daydream?”
