“I want you to be the one to make me come, but if you refuse, I’ll just have to do the job myself.” Two fingers drew a path through her glistening slit before pushing inside and beginning to pump, her back arching on a moan.
This was the first flash of the spitfire I married. She’d done a hell of a job hiding her fiery personality, but it shone through now.
A rumble vibrated through my chest when she withdrew slick, shiny fingers for my inspection.
“All of this could be yours,” she taunted.
That’s when my control snapped, and I lunged for her. With an iron grip around her wrist, I drew those digits into my mouth, sucking every trace of her intoxicating essence from her skin.
Goddamn, I’d forgotten how sweet she tasted.
“Need to drink straight from the source,” I rasped.
“Please.” Rory lifted her hips in invitation. “Put your mouth on me, John.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. Shoving her thighs wide, I settled between them before reacquainting myself with my wife’s pretty pink pussy.
The first swipe of my tongue was all it took to turn me into a man possessed. With two hands under her ass, I lifted her to my face, diving in and eating at her like a starving man. Because that’s what I’d been for these past seven years. There had been no curbing the all-consuming hunger that drove me to find her, to put my baby in her belly. And that moment had finally come. It might not happen tonight, but soon, she would be carrying my heir.
Fuck, if that thought alone didn’t make my dick swell.
“John!” Rory cried my name, her hips bucking wildly as she rode my face, chasing her climax.
Pinning her down, I forced her to take only what I was willing to give, the tip of my tongue flicking furiously over her clit until her moans reached a fever pitch and her petite frame convulsed, violent tremors rolling through her as she rode out her release.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out once she went boneless.
I kissed a path up her body until I reached her mouth, pushing my tongue inside so she could taste herself. Sighing into the kiss, she slid her hands over my shoulders and down my back. When her touch skimmed the sides of my hips and her tiny hand rubbed over my erection, I pulled away with a groan.
Forehead pressed to hers, I rocked against her palm, chasing more friction. “Ro, you’re killing me.”
“Don’t make me wait,” she begged. “I want all of you tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
Her fingers began working to undo the button of my jeans. “More than sure.”
Swallowing thickly, I asked, “You got condoms here?”
Rory nodded eagerly. “Bathroom.”
“Be right back.” Hopping off the mattress, I walked into the small bathroom, making sure to open and close drawers loudly like I didn’t know exactly where she kept them.
“Top right!” she called out. “But make sure to check the expiration date! The previous tenant left them behind, so I don’t know how old they are.”
A grin curved on my lips. Revenge was so close I could almost taste it.
“Got ’em.” I stepped out of my jeans on my way back to bed.
Rory’s eyes lit up when she saw my cock straining against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and she rose to her knees.
Once I was close enough, she splayed her palms over my abs before dipping lower to tug on the elastic waistband of my underwear. The minute my stiff shaft bobbed free, she let out a sharp gasp.
Her wide blue gaze lifted. “You’re pierced?”
That was the only way I could think of to disguise that part of my anatomy. A shudder rolled through me at the memory of how much that had fucking hurt and how long it had taken to recover from.
Maximizing the distraction factor, I’d had a few different ones done. First was the pubic piercing, a ring with a metal ball at the base of my shaft, which was meant to provide clitoral stimulation.You’re welcome, Rory. Then there was the magic cross, vertical and horizontal barbells through the head of my cock, which would increase the pleasure for us both. After that, I threw in a four-rung Jacob’s ladder on the underside for good measure.
