"Did you hear that sound?" Her eyes are wide.
"This place is a hundred years old and you opened the door slowly. Of course it creaked."
She nods, mollified. "That makes sense." Her voice is small, and her lips are slightly jutted out.
I step in first to show her it's ok. It's a corner room with two windows letting in ample light. There is a dresser with a mirror above it on the wall, and a small seating area with a couch and rocking chair. Everything is old and worn, adding to the creepiness factor. Cecily edges in behind me.
"If that rocking chair moves on its own, I'll be stuffing my feet in my running shoes and hoofing it back to the valley."
"Better stretch now," I tease. "It could happen at any moment."
Cecily sends me a dark look. "That is not funny, Dominic."
"Please know that for the rest of our lives, I'm going to tease you mercilessly about this."
Yeah, I heard what I said.The rest of our lives. Bold of me, but not untrue.
Cecily drops her bag from her shoulder, and I drop both our duffels. She slides her arms around my neck. "The rest of our lives, huh?"
"Does that scare you?"
Her eyes roam my face, like she's drinking me in. "No. Maybe it should."
"There's no room forshould. Not with us."
She rises on her toes, and I capture her mouth. Her hands find my hair, fingers fisting and pulling. She presses into me, gently biting my lower lip. The kiss is carnal, full of sex. If the fear of staying in this hotel has given her this adrenaline spike, made her this eager, I'm here for it.
Cecily stands back, sliding her joggers down her legs and kicking them off. She pulls off her T-shirt, and I could die right now, a happy man. A yellow lace bra, a matching scrap of underwear.
"Do those have a function?" I ask, my eyes glued to that perfect little spot on her body. "They're so flimsy they look like I could breathe on them and they would disintegrate."
Her lips curl up in a slow smile. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"Already planning on it, Menace. Daily vitamin, remember?" I poke her stomach with a single finger, urging her backwards until she's against the wall. "One day, I will stop an elevator and drop to my knees again. For now, this will have to do."
My knees hit the carpet. I lean in, press an open mouth to the lace. Cecily squirms. One hot breath against the fabric, then another. "Guess they're sturdier than they look."
"Mm-hmm," Cecily says, and I slide them down her legs.
All coherence ceases after that.
My tongue flattens against her. Using my mouth, I show my wife how much I care about her. How much I fucking adore this part of her, this beautiful spot only for me. A roll, and a nip. Two handfuls of her ass while my mouth loves on her. Her muscles tremble, and I hold her up while she falls apart around me.
"Dom," she whispers, when I turn my head and kiss the inside of her thigh. "You unravel me. Do you understand that? I'm just so...so...undonewith you."
I look up. Cecily's looking down. "I feel the same way, Cecily."
Rising, I lift her up, and she locks her legs around me. Reaching between us, I yank down my shorts and position myself where my mouth was a moment ago. Cecily sinks down with a groan. "Right there," I growl, lifting her ass and slamming her back down. "Mine."
"Such a caveman," she gasps. "I love it."
Kneeling on the bed, I lie her back gently and come over her. Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, as I drive inside her. Heavy in the cradle of her legs, my strokes are slow and languid. She moans, anmmmthat slides from closed lips. I press my lipsto hers, wanting that sound to reverberate in my throat, ready to swallow it whole when she comes. My eyes close, my senses filled with her scent and her sound and the feel of her.
Cecily's hands are on my back, nails lightly scratching, and then they're on my throat, pressing in.
Hmm. Interesting. I don't hate it. The pressure increases, making it a little harder to breathe.
Cecily groans into my mouth and lets go of my neck. I sit up, grabbing one of her legs and throwing it over my shoulder. Gripping her hip, I increase my pace. Cecily's face tips up, luscious dark hair spilling around her head. Her hand dips between her legs, and I watch her fingers work, memorizing, so I can do it for her next time. I want to be everything for this woman. My wife.
