He chuckles and does what I ask. It doesn’t take long before I’m squirming against him and the hard cock so distractingly pressed against me. He relents, finally, and pushes back the covers, revealing our legs lying tightlytogether. Both tan, but his a shade darker, covered in a smattering of dark hair.
My red toenails are a shock against the white sheet.
“Off,” he tells me. “I’ve never had you fully naked.”
I smile at the order and shimmy my silk slip up and off my head. I try to turn, but he shakes his head, keeping me on my side.
He pulls down my thong. I lift up, and the black fabric makes it halfway down my thighs.
“There we go,” he mutters, and returns to press his long body tight against mine. Just like we slept together, him the big spoon and I the little, but with his hand coming to bury itself between my stacked legs. It shouldn’t work. But it does, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it steadily while he lavishes my neck with his hot mouth.
“You know how much I love this, right?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific.” My breathing is coming fast, with my clit under a barrage of his movements.
“Your pussy,” he says. “Is that more specific?”
My breath hitches. “Um. Yes.”
“Do you know what I told you in French the last time I fucked you?”
“No.”
“How angry I was at us both for not doing this earlier.”
I groan, wanting to turn. There’s no movement, and everything inside me is begging for movement. That beautiful rush of feeling of moving limbs, of losing myself in him, in us. In this.
“I’m going to fuck you slow now. Can you take that, darling?” He kisses me, my neck turned back to meet his lips. There’s a building inside me that needsmore.
I nod against his kiss.
I’ve rebelled against his orders everywhere else, but here, Ifind them oddly comforting. “My perfect wife,” he tells me. “Look at you behaving.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I murmur, but I’m warm inside from his words.
His hand grips my top leg, and he lifts it up as much as my pulled-down panties can allow. Then I feel the nudge of his thick head against me, and he thrusts forward slowly, pushing inside me.
It’s a tighter fit this way.
When he’s fully inside me, hips flush, he groans. “Fuck. I’ve dreamed of this,” he mutters. “Every single time I’ve woken up with you in my arms like this.”
I can barely take it. The intimacy and the words and the want that threatens to swallow me whole. He’s somuch.Covering my body and buried deep inside me. My skin feels taut.
I push against him, wanting him to move.
His arm tightens around my waist. “You can stay still,” he tells me. “Can you do that for me, Wilde? Just lie here with me.”
“Too slow,” I mutter, reaching to grip his wrist. His hand is back working patiently between my legs. He starts to thrust lazily into me from behind.
“It’s not too slow.” He kisses my neck and moves inside me in relentlessly deep strokes. Our bodies are so tightly locked together that it’s hard to move.
“I need… I need…”
“I know, darling.” His circles my clit. “I know what you need.”
His movements are studied, exquisite. A roll to his hips and the push of his length inside me. I’ve never felt so enveloped. He touches me from his lips at my neck to his calf by mine and his arm beneath my neck. It’s almost too much and not enough.
I reach behind me and hold on to his hip.
