“Absolutely not.” Her voice was perfectly strained.
“Then be patient.”
I ran my tongue along her ear, and she shivered, a half-coherent plea coming from her.
When she begrudgingly placed both hands on the desk, I resumed my work, only halfway through.
“Good girl,” I murmured and watched her fists clench.
Maybe I was enjoying this more than I should have, but she’d been a force to be reckoned with lately, and I enjoyed being the reason she submitted. Only to me, though. Let her burn down the rest of the world.
“You do like riding my cock, though, don’t you. Like the way the control feels, you're setting the pace, making me lose my mind while you roll those perfect fucking hips.”
“I’m going to die,” she said, face straight on the desk like she was trying to hide in it.
“I like watching you ride me, too. I like the way you throw your head back and lose yourself. God, you're so fucking perfect when your lips part, and you moan my name.”
Two-thirds through the buttons, and it was getting harder as my hand grew shaky, my own words settling like promises in my mind. People would be arriving right behind us, but I was determined to have my wife in several different ways before I unlocked the door.
“I’ll do it!” Rose shouted, standing before I realized her intent.
She reached back and felt for the buttons, and it was hard to stand with the way her flushed cheeks burned beneath the firein her eyes. I might feel incompetent later and curse the wraith responsible for the loss of my arm, but right then, all I could focus on was her and the strain of my cock.
I made quick work of my own clothes while she continued with the buttons, growling in irritation and mumbling about fashion standards. When she finished with the last one, she jumped up in victory, but her glee was short-lived when she looked up at me.
I couldn’t have said what she saw, but I liked the way her mouth parted, and she licked her lips.
“You are looking at me like you are going to eat me whole,” she said.
Not a terrible idea. Her corset pushed up her breasts, and the kraken and compass on her chest shone with dark ink. She reached up and tugged the veil out of her hair and tossed it to the floor before running her hand over her neck.
“Sit on the desk,” I said, voice low.
Surprisingly, she didn’t argue with me. Not taking her eyes from mine, she pushed herself up on the desk and spread her legs. A promise and a challenge. And how perfectly I fit between those soft legs. I ran my finger over her lips and down her neck before lowering my lips to hers. Slower than I wanted. God, I wanted to consume her, but it felt wrong to do anything other than worship her. I moved to her neck, and she clenched her legs around me, begging me.
“So what will it be, Wife, how should I take you?” I asked against her collarbone.
“On your knees,” she said.
It was music to my fucking ears, and I did exactly as she ordered. Lifting her ass, she helped me rid her of her stockings, and the moment she was glistening before me, I knew I didn’t have any self-control left in me.
I licked up her clit and moaned at the taste of her. There was nothing like the taste of her. She tasted as the sea felt. Home. Safe. Perfect.
Her hips bucked beneath my mouth, and it inconveniently let her slip from me, so I reached behind her and held her in place with my arm. Breath coming heavy, she reached her hands into my hair and pulled me closer like she couldn’t hold on, a moment later, which was fine by me. I took her between my teeth, nibbling in the way I knew made her shake, and sure enough, she did. I loved knowing her body as no one else did. It echoed a single word I knew well.
Mine.
I ran my tongue over her in quick swirls. She was so wet, so needy. My name rolled off her lips, and so I did what I knew would tip her over the edge. I licked her long and hard, and sure enough, her body shook, giving in so quickly.
She held me against her while she rode the wave of bliss, and so I lazily licked at her, still starved. If anyone walked by, they would hear the cry of her pleasure. I hoped they did. Let them know that I knew how to satisfy my wife and tell anyone who would listen.
When she finally released me, I gave her one last long stroke and rose to my feet, drinking in the sight of her completely and utterly wrecked.
If she wanted a reprieve, she’d have to beg for it. I gave myself plenty of good ideas, and I meant to achieve as many of them as possible. Pulling her towards me, she was quick to recover and kissed me. Her tongue dove into my mouth, and I met her with that same energy, letting her see just how good she tasted. When she wrapped her arms around me, I lifted her, but she didn’t break the kiss. Like she was just as starved for me as I was for her.
I made it a few feet to the nearest bookshelf and pressed her against it. She murmured her agreement against my mouth and lowered one hand between us, where she stroked me, sending lightning through me. Every touch telling me I wouldn’t last long either, but I would make her come long before I gave in.
Adjusting, I edged into her, and she nodded her head against mine, tongue gliding over my lips.
