He casually takes off his jacket and hangs it on the door with care. The man is impossible.
“You don’t need to try them. We’re getting all of them anyway.” He pulls me to him, completely ignoring my mood.
“We’re not.” I fail to sound stern because he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting gently through the lace of my bra. “I don’t need all the clothes. And wherethe fuck did you go?”
Goddammit, it’s frustrating to argue with someone when I have to control the volume. And when, with his first touch, my body completely forgets I’m mad at him. Treacherous body.
“Hush, I’m back now,” he says nonchalantly. “Where were we?” He probes my entrance again, and my knees buckle.
If I wasn’t so turned on from before, I would send him away.
Who am I kidding? It took two short weeks, and I’m completely addicted to his touch, his expertise, and his uncanny knowledge of my body.
“You just left me here,” I quip, though it comes out whiny thanks to his ministration. God, he is fucking infuriating.
“Let me lick you better,” he mumbles and drops to his knees, hoisting my leg over his shoulder.
“Asshole.”
“At your service.” He winks, that boyish grin of his calling to the deepest parts of my body. And perhaps my heart, which I’m not willing to contemplate.
Xander nips at my clit, and then shoves his tongue inside me. I have to cover my mouth to keep quiet. Or as quiet as possible, because there is no way I can stay mute when his—
“Oh my God,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper-chant.
My orgasm hits me so quickly, it’s embarrassing. I put my hands on the mirror, trying to stay upright.
“Tongue done.” Xander grins from between my legs, his face glistening with my juices.
I slide my leg off his shoulder and stumble like a newborn lamb. “I don’t think I can do more.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “That’s where you’re wrong, wife.”
Whipping me around, he sits on a bench across from the mirror and lowers me into his lap, my legs astride. With my back to his chest, the picture in front of me is… fucking hot.
Xander kisses my neck, kneading my breasts, and I watch in fascination at the mess between my legs.
“My wife is the hottest woman in the world. Look at yourself, Coraline.”
I’m speechless—and completely spellbound—but I believe his words. For a moment I see myself through his eyes, and I love what I see.
He produces a condom from somewhere, sheathes himself, and lifts me. He maneuvers me with ease and eases me down his length.
I can’t take my eyes away from where we are connected. His cock disappears inside me and hits a spot that blurs my vision.
“Jesus,” I gasp.
“Just me.” Xander grips my hips, lifts me, and impales me again. The sensation is overwhelming. I close my eyes and tilt my head back onto his shoulder.
My entire body trembles with pleasure I don’t think I’ve ever experienced. It’s like I floated to a different dimension where the physical body is just a vessel for immense decadence.
I’m completely pliable in his hands, and for once I let everything else fade and let the ecstasy carry me high. Higher. The highest.
“Eyes on me,” Xander commands, his voice strained.
I open my eyes, and our gazes lock in the reflection. It’s unnerving and elating at the same time.
The man is bouncing me on his lap. His cock is bringing me to the edge. His muscles are bulging. A sheen of sweat covers our skin.
