“So the only reason we’re here right now is because Mike was a meddling father figure?” She tries to wiggle away, but I clamp my hand down on her hip to keep her still while leaning over her.
“No. No, that’s not it. I was coming for you anyways. After you called in 2020, it felt like a sign from the universe. That you were finally coming back to me. I started making moves then. I traded for Fields and Miller when the opportunity arose and was biding my time. Then Mike dealt me with the hard truth—if I was going to force a reunion, I couldn’t do it from New York. Hell, how many years have we been living there and not run into each other.”
“I purposely stayed away from anywhere you could be,” she confesses and relaxes back onto the mattress.
“When I saw you at the wedding, I thought ‘this is finally it.’ It just took longer than I expected to get here.”
“In your bed?” she sasses me.
“In my arms.” I hover over her, and she meets me halfway, kissing me deeply.
Pushing on my shoulder, she pulls back and raises her eyebrows. “Weren’t you saying something about breakfast?”
I guess we’re done with this conversation.
“Starving.” I let her push me down her body. She spreads her legs wide to accommodate me. Lifting her shirt, I pepper kisses along her stomach and up to her boobs. “Take that off for me. Let me see you.”
Discarding her shirt, she settles back against the pillows. Her golden hair fans out across the sheets and I commit the view to memory. “Gorgeous.”
I trail my tongue from her belly button to the valley of her cleavage and relish in the way she trembles under me. She bucksher hips when I circle her nipple with my tongue and tease the other with my fingers.
“Oh,” she whimpers, tangling her fingers in my hair.
“That feel good?”
“Mmm.” She nods and drags my head to her other nipple for some of the same attention. I suck it into my mouth and grind into the bed at the incoherent murmuring coming from her pretty mouth.
Releasing her tit with a pop, I slide down between her legs and sit back on my heels. “Up. I need to see my wife’s pussy.”
“Fuck,” she pants, and lifts her hips to shimmy out of the silky shorts. Pulling them off and tossing them behind me, I settle between her toned thighs and hook a leg over my shoulder.
“No panties?” I swipe my thumbs up the outside of her pussy.
“Don’t like sleeping in them.” She bites her lip and rolls her hips, seeking my touch.
“Grab my hair, you’re going to want something to hold onto.” I part her with my fingers and dive in. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my eyes roll back at the same time as she tugs on my hair. I moan and she shakes from the vibration.
“Oh, holy fuck, yes,” she shouts and tweaks a nipple with her free hand. Her eyes meet mine, and I suck her clit into my mouth. She pushes her pussy deeper into my face, searching for her pleasure.
Swiping a finger through her center, I taunt her. “Your greedy little pussy is drenched for me, begging for my fingers.” She opens her mouth to respond but I plunge two fingers in deep, quirking them against the spot I know will have her coming for me in no time.
Sure enough, her legs clamp around my head, holding me in place as I lap at her clit and work her over with my fingers.
“I’m so close.” Her legs start to shake and her chest heaves.
I lose myself in her. The taste of her on my tongue. The sightof her flushed and needy. The feel of her pussy clamping down on my fingers. The way her heel digs into my shoulder blade.
“Come for me,” I mumble and she shakes even harder.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as her orgasm takes her under. Fucking her with my fingers, I hit that spot over and over until she screams and squirts.
“Grant.” My name from her lips makes me feral, lapping up her release hungrily until the aftershocks subside.
Unable to hold back, I sit abruptly, shove my shorts down and with her release coating my hand, I pump my rock-hard cock, once, twice, three times and come all over her stomach.
And like the slutty wife, she is, Taylor slides a finger through my cum, brings it to her lips and sucks it clean.
She’s going to be the death of me.
