That’s all it takes. I crash my mouth down onto hers, swallowing her small moan that sets my blood on fire. Her lips are so soft, so impossibly soft, and they part instantly for me, allowing my tongue entrance. This kiss isn’t gentle. It’s not exploratory. There is no more dancing between us.
It’s weeks of pent-up tension exploding. It’s teeth and tongues and breath. It’s her hands in my hair, ripping and pulling as if she doesn’t know how to control what’s already building up inside her. I bite her lower lip, and she whimpersand arches up into me. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I lower one forearm to the bed and turn so I can reach between us and yank the blanket and sheet away from her chest. And with that I break the kiss. I have to look. I have to see. God, the number of times I’ve envisioned this exact moment…
“Fuck,” I hiss, taking in the sight of her. She’s wearing nothing but black lace panties, her large tits peaked with rose-colored nipples. Her skin pebbles up from the cool air, and my gaze eats up those tiny bumps, my hands anxious to cover her in chills. Her stomach is smooth and soft-looking, but there’s the slightest curve at her lower belly, and it chops short the breath in my lungs and makes my dick surge with blood.
The pregnancy has changed her body, and I swear to all fucking god, I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life. Jesus.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her voice tinted with vulnerability.
“I seem to do that with you. I can’t help it,” I manage, having to swallow thickly to get the words out. “Christ, Skylar, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m forever undone by you.”
“I don’t need that from you. Not again.”
I peer up at her, looking straight into her eyes so she knows and she can’t question or doubt me on it. “I’m serious. I was serious that night too. I’ve been dreaming about this for…” I laugh and rub the back of my head. “Since I first kissed you two years ago. How have you not figured it out yet? You’re all I think about.”
Before she can say anything else or I can reveal more than I already have, I lower my head and press a kiss to her sternum and then another on the underside of each breast. Her breath hitches, and I use that sound to guide me as my mouth climbsup to her nipple while my hand cups and squeezes her other breast.
It’s heavier in my hand than I expected, her skin impossibly soft. I brush my thumb across her nipple, watching it tighten as I suck on her skin, tasting her. Rolling over so I’m partially on top of her, I take her tits in both my hands, playing with them as I capture her lips again. I was going crazy tonight. It was late, and she still wasn’t home, and I knew I had no right to ask where she was.
But she’s here with me, running her hands down my back and shoulders, touching me in a way that elicits sparks across my skin. I’m dying to be inside of her. To feel her around me again. Last time didn’t count. Not even close. But I want to take my time. Make this incredible for her. Have her mind twisted up and craving me so she crawls and begs and needs andknowsthere is no such thing as only one time.
Not with us.
Our tongues fight, the kissing turning frantic once again. It’s as if we don’t know how to slow down with each other. My hand slides down her side until I grip her thigh and drag it up and over my hip while I trail kisses down her neck.
Her hips buck up as I pull on her nipple, her pussy seeking contact and friction, and it makes me smile against her thrumming pulse.
“Is my wife needy?”
She smacks my shoulder, and I chuckle.
“I want you needy. Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” she demands, and I pull back. Her cheeks flush darker, but I hold her eyes.
“Touch you where, sweetheart? Here?” I swirl a fingertip around her nipple.
“Lower.”
I grin and nibble her shoulder. “Here?” I drag my finger down the slope of her breast, my hand meeting her lower belly,feeling the firm roundness there. Something primal unexpectedly stirs in my chest. I want to press my lips to it. I want to splay my palm against it and feel more. The baby isn’t mine. Skylar isn’t mine for that matter. But… I still want to do that. I can’t explain it, and it’s not healthy for me to try, so I drag lower to the top of her lacy panties.
I glide a finger back and forth beneath the edge of the lace, watching her face as I touch her. “This?”
She makes an impatient noise and takes my hand and moves it lower until I’m cupping her bare cunt beneath the lace. “Here. Touch my pussy. Prove to me that you have more skill than a simple one-and-done orgasm.”
I smile like the devil. My feisty girl. This is what I love about her.
Shit. What? No.
That trips me up, and I stare down at her, the L-word ping-ponging around through my skull like it’s in a deranged pinball machine. I’m shaking, my bones rattling my muscles. Thankfully she grinds into me, urging me to put her demand into action and dragging me from my thoughts.
But I have to kiss her again. I just have to. My hand rubs up and down on her pussy as my lips consume hers. She’s wet and warm and makes the best noises in the world. She’s also so turned on. So incredibly responsive.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur against her lips before I tilt my head the other way and dive back into her mouth while using the tip of my pointer to create circles around her clit. But the last time we did this and I made her come, I didn’t get to taste it. Hell, I felt it on my cock, but I didn’t from the inside of her. And since I will make her come again, that’s a fucking certainty, I give her lips one last kiss and work my way down her body.
“What are you doing?”
