“Let’s make a mess then.” I pull her down, crawl over her and pin her to the couch beneath me, latching onto the spot on her neck that I know will have her begging for more.
“We can’t,” she protests weakly, already reaching for my waistband.
“Does your body know we can’t? Because she seems pretty willing.” I whisper against her lips as I palm her over her pajama shorts. “I can feel how wet you are.”
“We don’t have much time. If I don’t get over there, Ivory will call and ask where I am.” She moans when I tug her bottoms over and slide a finger inside.
“Then you better be fast because I want to fuck my wife before I have to go pretend she’s not something to me.” Slamming my mouth over hers, I swallow her pleasure, adding another finger and rubbing the spot I know will have her coming in minutes.
Her nails scratch down my forearm, both pulling me closer and pushing me away. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so goodtaking my fingers. Does keeping your husband a secret turn you on? I should stop right now, leave you on the edge for me all day. Wet and needy for my thick cock while you try to hold a conversation with your friends. Should we put that little vibrator back in your pussy and see how long you make it through lunch with your greedy cunt begging for release?”
“No please don’t. Oh my god, I’m so close,” she begs, closing her eyes.
I slow my motion, drawing it out. “Eyes on me. Be a good girl and watch me make you come and then maybe I’ll let you sit on my cock before we leave.”
I’ll let her ride me regardless because I’m powerless to stop when it comes to her. I need her as desperately as she needs me right now.
“Make me come so I can fuck you and remind you just how good a wife I can be,” she challenges and my cock jumps.
“On second thought, you’re not coming without me.” The desperate whimper that leaves her mouth when I remove my fingers from her heat has me smirking. Licking my fingers clean slowly and deliberately, I quirk an eyebrow at her. She makes quick work of pushing down my shorts and wraps her hands around my shaft, pumping firmly.
“Enough,” I growl, ripping her shorts off and twisting to sit on the couch. Her legs fall on either side of my hips as she positions herself at the tip of my cock. “Ride my cock, wife. Take us both over.”
She drops down over me. My eyes lock on the sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy. It’s erotic and beautiful at the same time. We were made for each other. Coming back together like this has been more than I ever dreamed possible. We’ve always fit. Our bodies remembered even before our hearts gave in.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, gripping her hip in one hand and her throat in the other.
She tips my chin up so I’m looking her in the eyes when she breathes into my mouth, “And you’re mine.”
I kiss her then, pouring all the love I can into it as my hips meet hers at a rapid pace. Her movements get sloppy as her orgasm starts to build. I can feel it in the way she grips me and her hips stutter. Taking control, I bring us both to climax, never parting my lips from hers.
As we come down there’s only one thing I can think about. “Should we tell them today?”
Taylor tenses above me for the briefest second. If I weren’t still buried deep inside her or stroking her back, I might not have felt it, but I did.
“Did I miss something? I thought we were going to tell them now.” Last week she was ready to tell them, and I’m hoping she hasn’t changed her mind.
“Let’s just feel it out, okay? I haven’t said anything because I wanted to make sure all the attention was on Gabby and her results. Now, I guess I’m just worried about what another secret may do to our group.”
“Everyone has secrets. Besides, I think you all proved to Gabby there wasn’t a secret too big that would tear you apart, right?”
“Yeah, well, she wasn’t hiding a ten-year marriage.”
“Technically, we only lived together as a married couple for under a year.” I laugh when she pinches my side. “What are you going to tell them when we show up together?”
“Hopefully they’ll all be too preoccupied to notice, but if they do, they know I’ve been staying in a corporate apartment, so I’ll just say you offered me a ride or something.”
“I will try to be patient and wait on your timetable.”
“Thank you.” She kisses me quickly and climbs off the couch, holding out her hand. “Now, let’s go shower so we’re not too late.”
An hour later, I’m pulling up to a two-story white house on a quiet street outside of the Nashville city limits.
“Oh yay, Daddy Mike is here,” Taylor grins devilishly from the passenger seat as I park behind his truck.
“Can you stop calling him that?” I’ll never get over the jealousy I feel when I hear the nickname fall from her lips. It makes no sense because I know they’d never go there, but the nickname grates on my nerves.
“Why? That’s his name.” She’s barely holding back a laugh at my grumbling as I level her with a glare.
