“You own me, Olivia.”
“Malakai!” She gasps, “Please.”
“Get upstairs,” I order, following close behind as she hurries as fast as her dress will allow. I’d rip it clean off if it didn’t hold sentimental value, but I’d like to see the dress survive. Whatever is underneath, however, will not.
The door to our bedroom opens abruptly, slamming against the back wall and then I’m on her again, fingers working at the buttons on the back of the dress.
“Hurry,” She urges on a whimper. When the last button is popped, her hands fly to the straps of the dress, tugging them down and I help her step out of it.
She stands before me in just a pair of lace panties, nipples peaked, makeup smeared from my mouth.
“Fucking stunning,” I growl, hands cupping her waist to lift her. She slots against my body like a puzzle fitting in, breasts squashed to my chest as I suck on her throat. Her body bounces when I drop her on the mattress and fall between her legs, covering her entirely. It’s been too long without her, without her touch and her kisses.
She tugs at my jacket and shirt, and I shrug out of it the moment I can, my breath shuddering from my lungs at the feel of her hands against my burning skin. My cock is hard and aching behind my pants, throbbing.
I grind it against her, shooting pleasure through both of us but then I peel myself away, looking down onher as she watches me.
Red marks dot her skin from my fingers and teeth, and I get my fill of her, tracing over every inch as if it’s been years and not weeks since I last saw her. I’m gentle as I peel away the lace and pull it over her thighs, careful not to hurt her still healing thigh that looks better, but I know it is still sore.
And then she is completely bare for me, pussy weeping, breath heaving while her eyes follow my hands as I unbutton my pants and shove out of them, grasping my hard cock with my fist.
“I fucking missed you, kitten,” I rasp, letting my dick go to bring my hands to her thighs, carefully pushing her open for me before I let a single finger run through her wet folds. She bows off the mattress, my sensitive little kitten desperate for me.
I get to my knees at the edge of the bed, ready to worship her just like I vowed. I press a tender kiss to her clit before the flat edge of my tongue licks up her entirely.
“Yes,” She hisses, hands flying into my hair to hold me in place as if I’d want to be anywhere else. I lick and I suck, and I bite, working her into a frenzy with my tongue and when I push two fingers inside of her, thrusting them in deep and hard, she shatters for me. Her cunt pulses against my mouth, her cries echoing through the room.
I don’t allow the orgasm to recede when I grasp my leaking cock and thrust into her, stretching her open wide to fit me. She screams again, her pussy fluttering around me as I fuck her into the mattress, needing to be in her skin, in her fucking soul.
“Kai,” She cries, her nails leaving welts on my arms as she claws at me.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” I growl, “Watch me as I fuck my wife.”
Her eyes jump to me, heavy with pleasure.
“Who do you belong to, Olivia?”
“You.”
“Who do I belong to?” I ask, balls slapping against her body as I continue to thrust hard and fast, muscles tightening with my impending orgasm.
“Me.” She gasps, “More. Please.”
I grasp her beneath her knee, pushing her leg up higher as I adjust to go deeper, as deep as I can get.
“Fuck!” She cries.
“Touch yourself,” I demand, “Come for me again, Olivia.”
Her delicate fingers land between her legs, gently circling that little swollen bud as her lips remain open on her moans.
“Yes, yes,” She chants.
Her cunt pulses, her arousal coating my cock and then her second orgasm explodes through her, forcing mine from me. She clamps around me tightly, her head thrown back on a cry as my thrusts turn jerky and my climax barrels through me. I empty into her with a long groan and when my arms are no longer able to hold me and my heart feels about ready to burst, I collapse down onto her, holding my weight with the strength I have left.
Her fingers gently stroke through the short hair at the nape of my neck, her breaths whispering against my ear.
We shower together before she climbs into her side of the bed and I pull her close, her back to my chest, my hand resting atop that steadily beating heart.
