So I tell her. “You’re mine, Nadia. My. Wife.”
“Zak…” Her voice is shaky.
I slide a hand down her side, feeling her full curves through my shirt. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. I fucking love having her in my clothes.
I let my hand settle on her thick thigh, and she swallows hard.
I lean, bringing my mouth to her ear. “I’m not letting you go, wife. Ever.”
She shivers under me, and I feel her body respond even as her mind fights it. Fights me. Us. Her breathing picks up, and she presses closer instead of pulling away.
“Zak, I don’t know you,” she whispers, one of her small, soft hands resting on the side of my face, like she can’t resist touching me either.
“You know enough, sweetheart.” My fingers slide under the hem of the shirt, finding bare skin. Warm. Soft. Fuck.
“This is crazy.”
“Yeah.” I run a thumb along her ribcage, and her breath hitches. Her heart pounding under my palm.
“We can’t just…”
I kiss her again. Just as deep, long, wet, fucking hungry… My hand moving up to cup one perfect, full, round tit throughher bra. And fuck, she feels incredible. Heavy. Soft. Her nipple hardens against my fingers.
Nadia gasps into my mouth, arching into my touch.
“You feel that?” I murmur against her lips, squeezing and kneading her flesh. “Your body knows exactly what’s happening, baby.”
“That’s not…” she tries to argue, but then I roll her nipple between my fingers and she moans instead. Loud and needy. Fucking amazing.
I pull off the shirt and unhook her lacy bra, dropping them aside, completely exposing her chest. And, fuck me, she’s gorgeous. All that brown skin, her big tits just begging for my mouth. I stare at her like a fucking starving man looking at a feast.
“Zak…”
I lower my head, take a pebbled nipple in my mouth, and suck hard. Nadia cries out, her hands coming up to fist my hair. Pulling me closer. Like she fucking needs the contact, the closeness, as much as I do.
I worship her tit with my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Biting until she’s writhing under me. Then I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. My tongue swirling around her tight peak, teeth grazing, my hand kneading her full flesh. Every touch makes her gasp. Each suck, moan. Her full, round hips rolling under me.
“Please…” she whimpers.
“Please, what, wife?” I kiss my way down her body. Over her stomach. Down to the waistband of my shorts. Fuck, I love how soft she is. All curves. All woman. All fucking mine.
“I… I don’t know…”
I hook my fingers into the waistbands of the shorts and panties and look up. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, and she’s breathing hard.
“Yes, you do.”
I slowly pull down, revealing more of that fucking perfect skin. Her glorious thighs. And fuck, now she’s naked.
“Fucking hell, baby.” I spread her legs, settling between them. Staring at her pussy like it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Because it fucking is. “Look at you,” I say reverently.
She tries to close her legs, but I hold them open with my hands on her inner thighs. Spreading her wider. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her pussy is plump and wet. All for me. I run my thumb through her folds, spreading her juices, and she gasps. Her body jerking at the contact. I do it again, slower this time, watching how she opens for me. How her cream coats my thumb. I find her clit and circle.
“Oh, God…” Her head falls back against the pillow.
“No, baby.” I lean, breathing in her scent. Sweet, so fucking sweet. My girl. “Say my name.”
