“I know,” I whisper, kissing her softly, “I know, Olivia.”
Her eyes bounce between mine before I lift off her and begin to strip her down for me, removing the barriers between our bodies and when she is finally bare for me, I strip off myself, leaving us both in just skin. Hands touch and lips taste, a frenzy of the two of us needing it, needing each other until the head of my cock punches at the entrance of her.
I capture the gasp she breathes, sucking it in like it’s the oxygen that fills my lungs.
“I –” she breathes into my mouth.
But as much as I crave to hear it from her lips, want to hear the words from someone when no one has ever said it to me, I can’t hear it yet. It’ll end me. Weaken me.
So instead of letting her finish the three words, I crash my mouth to hers, stealing it. I suck it in, consume it instead, pour my own confession back.
I am in love with my wife.
And it might just be the very thing that kills me.
I glide my cock into her, the thrust smooth and slow,feeling every inch as I fill her up, her body stretching to accommodate mine. Her nails score my back, her head tipping as if what I am doing to her is pure ecstasy. I pull almost all the way out before I thrust back in, quickening the pace a little more with each pump of my hips.
She makes me want to lose control, like with her, there are no strings to hold me back.
“Olivia,” I growl her name, “Eyes on me, kitten. Watch me while I fuck you.”
Dark lashes flutter open and I adjust, pushing up a little so I can see between our bodies. A fine sheen of sweat lines her skin.
“Arms up,” I order. Her limbs shake as she obeys, placing both hands above her head where I can grab them with one of mine. I let my other fall to the dip of her waist, painting the image inside my brain so I can always remember how she looks when she is in my hands. This perfect woman. My perfect wife.
Her thighs widen a little as I thrust harder, my teeth grinding as pleasure shoots throughout my entire body. My cock is soaked with her, her arousal coating her inner thighs, a small little wet patch marking the sheets.
“Kai,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.”
“Then come, kitten,” I grind out, “Come all over my fucking cock, Olivia.”
Her brows twitch down, eyes rolling back as her body shivers beneath me, so I move faster, harder, fucking her so damn thoroughly, her body shifts up the mattress.
“Yes!” She hisses. “Like that!”
I chuckle, keeping that rough, brutal pace, our bodies slapping together, her pussy fucking weeping for me.
“Come for me,” I order when I feel her start to pulse around my shaft but it’s my words that fully tilt her off the edge. She cries out when her orgasm grips her fully, the walls of her cunt fluttering chaotically around me.
“Fuuckkkk,” I groan, “You feel so damn good, Olivia, you know that?” My words are strangled, rough, “You’re made for me. You drive me fuckingwild.”
Her body relaxes as the last of her orgasm leaves her but fuck if I’m done. Letting go of her hands, I pull out of her abruptly, and then my hand is right there, fingers thrusting back inside. She cries, body bowing up from the mattress as my fingers thrust and my thumb circles her clit.
“Stop, stop,” She writhes on a moan, “Too much.”
“Not enough,” I groan, reveling in how wet she is for me. Drenched and dripping, soaking the bed sheets, coating my hand.
She lets out a deep moan as I continue, paying more attention to that bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit.
“Look how pretty you are, Olivia. I need more from you.”
“I don’t think I can,” she breathes, her eyes opening and finding mine. They’re glassy, like she’s on the verge of tears.
“You can and you will.” I demand. “Give me more, Olivia.”
She whimpers as I keep with the stimulation, thrusting into her with my fingers at the same time, forcing what I want from her.
“Malakai,” she cries before she detonates again for me, the scream ripping from her throat.
