“I’m yours,” I promise, my voice shaky but sure. “I’m yours, I’m yours…”
Jeff holds me up, his hands big and strong on my hips and my waist, then higher, pinning me against the cabinet behind me, holding me still as he licks me more softly, rolling me through the aftereffects of the climax.
When I stop shaking, he pushes to his feet, grabs the edges of his jersey I’m still wearing, and crushes his mouth to mine.
He tastes like me.
His face iswet.
I moan as he kisses me roughly. “You… that was…”
He wipes a bit of my arousal off my lips and grins at me as he crowds me against the cupboard. “I’ve thought about nothing else for days.”
I wind my arms around his neck. “You’vecoached some good games in that time. You were multitasking, at least.”
“Don’t tease me, wife. I had the taste of you on my tongue the entire time. It was very distracting, thinking about how good you felt on my tongue and my fingers… thinking about how wet and tight you get…” He unzips, the sound loud in the quiet of my kitchen, and then his cock is pushing between my thighs, hot and hard. He shudders as he rocks his hips. “Thinking about you, just like this.”
“Me too.” I search for his mouth again, sighing in relief when I find his lips. “Please, Jeff.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need you.” My head spins again. We’ve talked about a lot over the last week, but we didn’t talk about this part. He told me he wanted to taste me again and wanted to make me come with his mouth and his fingers.
He didn’t say his cock.
He didn’t push that even once.
But I want it.
I wanthim.
I kiss him again, soft as can be. My pulse is pounding. “I want you. I want my husband.”
He goes still. His hand comes up, and he pulls back just enough so he can hold my face up and look me in the eye. His gaze darkens as he stares at me. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
I suck in a sharp, surprised breath.Because I didn’t know I was going to say this, but… “I do mean it, Coach.”
“There’s no annulment if we do this. I’m not going to lie about being inside my wife. I’m not going to let you go once I’ve been inside you.”
“Were you ever going to let me go?” I laugh a little.
He laughs too. “Not really. Not from my heart. And I was prepared to have a long, hard campaign to win you over.”
It’s so absurd. We don’t know each other. But weknoweach other. On this level. On a chemistry level. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life getting to know everything else about my husband.
My accidental husband.
But also the husband I chose. “You’ve won me over. I want everything with you.”
He kisses me now, kisses me hard and then soft, as I tug off his t-shirt, as he arranges our bodies together and brings his cock lower. He drags it through my slickness, coating himself before he wedges the tip right at my entrance.
Can he feel my pulse pounding there? When he sinks all the way into me and we’re chest to chest, will he feel my heart racing?
“Please,” I whisper. “Please take your wife.”
He moans as he pumps his hips, pushing just inside me. The stretch is more than I imagined, enough to take my breath away.
“Jesus, Molly, you’re so tight.” His grip on me shifts, his whole body vibrating as he eases back, then pushes in again. “How’s that?”
