“Christ,” I rasped, nearly stumbling back into the door behind me. My cock throbbed against my zipper, aching withevery heartbeat. “We can’t fuck with your parents just down the hall.”
“I know.”
“But God, I really fucking want to.”
“Iknow,” she whispered again.
Two full synchronized inhales. Two shaky exhales. We just stared at each other.
And then I stepped forward. Her eyes followed me, her head tipping all the back, exposing the beautiful curve of her throat.
Such a perfect wife.
“You want me to take care of that ache?” I asked, feeling myself shift into her Dom. “Want me to reward you for how good you’ve been?”
She nodded so fast it made my head spin.
Her cheeks flushed, her golden hair catching the warm light like a halo.
Fuck.
I loved seeing her like this—neededit, the way other men needed oxygen. “Beg for it,” I ordered. “And ye better make it fucking good. Or we’re walking out of here and ye’ll be my desperate little mess until we get home.”
Her lashes fluttered, like she was taking a hit of something euphoric, like my command was the only drug she’d ever need.
And fuck if I didn’t feel it too. That rush, that deep, electric pulse of her surrender syncing up with my control. It anchored me. Lit me up from the inside out.
“Cal,” she whimpered. “Please, I’ve been so good, sir. I let them interrogate me, I kept my hands to myself at dinner, I gave the speech of my life, and I didn’t once crawl into your lap like the filthy, submissive little wife Iam?—”
I hissed.
“—and I need it. I need your fingers, your mouth, your cock, I don’t care, I just needyou—I need to feel owned again. Please, please, I’ve earned it?—”
“Fuck.” I dragged my hand down my face, pulse pounding.
My hands tangled in her hair and Iswore to God, if she put her mouth on me right now, I’d never recover.
“No time,” she hissed. “Just need you.”
I pulled her to her feet, twisting her long strands around my wrist. Her lips were on mine before I could answer. She kissed me open-mouthed, hungry, messy. The kiss of a woman who just spent half an hour reliving our wedding day through photos… while hiding the fact that we’d practically just watched our own porno while trying to sort the pictures.
“We have to be fast,” she gasped, hiking up her dress. “But I want you inside me.”
Jesus Christ.
I flipped her around and shoved her gently forward, hands braced on the vanity counter, bent just enough to give me access.
“You sure?” I growled, already working my zipper down.
“Yes, baby.” Her voice broke on the words. “Please.”
I didn’t need more permission.
I shoved her white panties down until they landed around her ankles. I lined up, dragging my cock through the wet heat of her folds just once before sliding all the way in.
She nearly choked on her own moan.
“You feel that?” I grunted, bottoming out.
