***
His furious gaze met her determined one, trying to intimidate her into obeying him. But Maura held firm, standing on the edge with her hands on her hips, refusing to back down from his glare. “Damn you…” he groaned bitterly before capitulating. "Maura, would you please assist me out of this pool before I drown?"
If he wasn't still weak from the broken ribs and bullet hole, James likely could have made his way to the edge. However, he thought bitterly, he wouldn't put it past the Irish witch to shove him back into the deep end.
She put a hand to her ear. "I'm sorry, darling. You said?"
"Maura! GODDAMMIT! I'm sorry! I need you! Will you please help me?" James yelled at the top of his waterlogged lungs, enraged beyond reason with her.
"Gladly," she answered, slipping off her sandals and diving effortlessly into the pool. Reaching him, Maura gently turned James onto his back and put one strong arm around him, using the other to swim them into the shallows. "Here," she said, "come sit in the hot tub and warm up, then I'll grab you a towel."
"I wish I had a gun right now." His teeth were chattering.
Maura laughed, “Oh, I like this new, vulnerable James.” Rubbing his arms and chest briskly, trying to help him warm up, she soothed, "You adore me and you know it."
He looked at her, his eyes were still polar blue. "I meant what I said. Staying married to me is the worst thing you could do."
Angrily straddling him, she hissed, "Well, James. It's my decision to make. And you belong to me. So, for a change, you will shut up and listen to me."
James had never heard Maura speak in such a tone, especially to him. "Who do you think you're speaking to, little girl?"
***
Pulling his oxford shirt open with buttons shooting everywhere under the water, Maura bit him sharply, just where his neck met his shoulder. "I'm speaking to what's mine. So shut up, James!"
Putting her hands on either side of his face, she lowered her lips to his, kissing him angrily, biting his lower lip, and pulling it out with her teeth, releasing it to slip her tongue boldly inside his mouth. Pressing against him, Maura sent his head tilting back as she continued to kiss him, furious with his games. To her amusement, her infuriating husband was already hardening underneath her.
Awkwardly trying to pull off her wet dress that was insisting on sticking to her hair and various body parts, Maura kissed down his neck, soothing the bite mark with her tongue. Her bra was transparent in the water, and she smiled as his eyes fell to her nipples, pressing against the lace holding them. Grinding her hips down and against his hardening cock, Maura could feel his hands take hold of her hips, squeezing as she did the movement again.
Pulling his shirt and her bra off, she rose up on her knees, placing a breast near his lips. "Kiss..." she urged, biting the other side of his neck. With a groan, he obeyed her, greedily slipping his mouth over one nipple and pulling it sharply, held between his lips. Resting her cheek on top of his dark head, Maura sighed. "More of that," she urged, slipping her hand down to unzip his pants, pushing at them. She smirked when she felt James lift his hips to help her push his pants and boxers down and she hissed with pleasure as she felt two of his long fingers slide into her, his thumb gently tapping against her clit.
***
Maura was already wet for him, James realized with astonishment, feeling her push her pelvis harder against the heat of his cock as he played inside her. "Fuck," he groaned helplessly, squeezing her other hip with one strong hand, still nibbling and pulling at those lovely nipples of hers.
He felt her lips slide down his neck, kissing and sucking on his chin, biting his earlobe. Her other hand was wickedly between their legs, feeling his calloused fingers slide in and out, then wrapping against his rebellious and swollen cock.
Stopping his fingers for a moment to pull off her panties, she arched over the red, throbbing head of his cock. James began pushing his hips up, mindlessly searching for her, trying to slip inside that teasing pussy. He felt out of control, wildly aroused and clumsy, like a teenager again.
Maura squeezed his cock in a long, painfully firm stroke. He groaned in spite of himself as she repeated the squeeze, sliding that warm little hand against him. "What do you want, James?" she purred in his ear, the fine hairs on his neck rising against the tease of her breath.
He grunted, lifting his hips against her harder, rubbing his painfully engorged tip against her, still feeling like his fifteen-year-old self trying to get his dick into Sally Hemsworth on the couch in her parent's study. Maura raised up, blocking him from sliding into her. "What. Do. You. Want, James?" Her lips were right against his ear, and she ran her tongue around the grooves before biting his earlobe sharply.
James shoved his hips up, hard, nearly slipping him inside her. "I want to be inside you. Now!" he groaned, still moving his hips, trying to find his way in.
Gripping his cock with one hand and lifting his chin with the other, she stared into his eyes, a wildly shifting hue of azure. "Who do you belong to?"
His hips stilled as he stared at her beautiful face. Her beautiful, infuriating, exquisite face. His broad chest heaved, and he let out a sigh. "You. I belong to you, Maura-girl. Body and soul. Heart and mind."
A slow smile spread across her face. "Well, then." His head dropped back again and James groaned as she slid herself down him. It had been weeks since he'd been inside her, and Maura felt impossibly tight, her hips gently pushing against him. Her cunt was warm, it warmed him all the way to his frozen core being inside her, and all he could think of was wanting to push and grind and just hold. Just hold and relish the feeling of being joined together with this outrageous, beautiful, impossible woman as deeply as he could.
His hands tightened on her hips when he felt that sweet hitch of her breath that meant he'd filled her, full to bursting. Feeling her head drop against his shoulder for a moment, he kissed her cheek, her neck, kept kissing her gently until his bride’s hips started moving in a sleek, circular way that kept him buried inside her. Licking her lips, Maura seemed to gather her scattered senses and whispered, "Who do you belong to?"
"You," James groaned, "oh God, Maura-girl, you! Please move, my beautiful darling..."
His hands on her hips helped as Maura rose up and down on him, feeling like his cock slid further inside each time. She smiled teasingly as her hips pushed forward, grinding shamelessly against the thick, smooth tip of his dick. James laughed, thrusting his hips up sharply and knocking her off balance, taking over the work for a while as he easily moved her, sliding against him as he kissed her, sucking on her tongue and whispering filthy promises into her ear. That was finally the thing that set them both off, and she gasped as his hands moved to her ass, greedily squeezing them as he jerked her up and down.
Rotating her hips against his thrusts, she started moaning. "Just one more thing before I allow you to come, James darling." He grunted in affirmation, still immersed in the feel of her silky walls squeezing him. "Who- do-" He was bouncing her hard now, her bottom striking his lean thighs with every push, but Maura tried again. "Who- do- you- belong to? Forever? Always? Umm… Oh, God! No running away- no pretending this stupid thing is for my own good! Who do you belong to?"
