“Maybe you should have gotten some sleep instead of planning a battle strategy.”
My eyes pop open, and I stare up at her. “Maybe.” I spring up and take her down onto the bed, hovering over her once more. The hem of her sweater rubs my palms as I pull it up and over her head. “Or not, since now I’m here and there’s makeup sex to be had.”
“What are you doing?”
I smirk down at her. “I’m fucking my girlfriend, who also happens to be my wife.”
She rolls her eyes. “You and this wife thing.”
My lips are layered with her. “And yet you’re wearing not only my band but my engagement ring.” I tap her finger where the large rock sits. It makes me stupidly happy. She doesn’t wear it often.
“I don’t even know why I put it on. I saw it, and I just… did.”
“I’m not complaining.” I can’t stop staring at her lips. Her plump, pink lips. My weight goes to my forearm and elbow, and as I slide my hand up her belly, her skin quivers beneath my touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Damn, my girlfriend is hot.”
She lets out a breathy laugh as she tugs on my shirt. “That’s great and all, but you’re still wearing your shirt. I want to see my boyfriend’s hot muscles. Not to mention, time’s ticking here.”
“Thanks for the reminder.” I lean down to bite her nipple through her bra until she whimpers. Reaching behind my back, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the end of the bed. I want to spend all day with her like this, but Skylar is right. We don’t exactly have that luxury, and Zoey will be up soon and anxious for her eggs. Vomit.
I capture her lips in a bruising kiss as I work on sliding her leggings down and off while she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her tits fall free, and like a man who can’t help himself, I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth so I can circle it with my tongue. She arches beneath me and grasps onto my shoulder, her nails digging in ever so slightly.
I release it with a wet pop. “Too much?”
“No,” she breathes, threading her fingers through my hair to guide me back. “More. It feels so good.”
Happily, I oblige, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of my tongue. I can’t get enough of how they feel and taste, and I squeeze her tits together so I can bury my facein them, inhaling her scent and biting gently at her soft skin. Every gasp and shudder, every time she pulls my hair when I get her in just the right way. All of it is intoxicating.
The best part is that these are mine now. All of her is. I don’t have to do everything all at once because I fear I’ll never have it again. I can fuck her now and make her come this afternoon and then fuck her again tonight.
And I will. I absolutely will. Every goddamn chance I get.
I slide a hand down her belly, over her small bump, until I cup her pussy. Her panties are fucking soaked, and her cunt is so warm beneath the soft satin tickling my palm. She rocks into my hand, seeking friction, seeking full contact, and I chuckle against her nipple and affectionately bite it.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I slip her panties to the side and run my finger through her folds. “This? Is this what you want?”
“Mmm. Yes. More.”
“That’s your favorite word for me this morning.”
“I wouldn’t have to say it if you’d finally give it to me.”
I glance up at her as I plunge two fingers straight into her tight heat. “Like this?”
A moan mixed with a gasp flees her lips, and her head falls back. She rips at my hair, pushing my face back into her tits, and I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty much a goner for this woman.
She moves against me, her hips jerking up into my hand. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So tight and perfect around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” I pump my fingers coated in her wetness in and out of her. She’s centered on the bed, thighs wide, one hand on the blanket, the other in my hair, eyes closed, and face totally lost in pleasure. It’s an image I’ll have burned into my mind forever.
Twisting my wrist, I really fuck into her as I use the butt of my palm to work her clit.
“Oh! Oh, yes.”
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her sounds that grow increasingly louder the closer she gets. One knee comes up and fans out, splaying her open wider to me. I love how she’s lost any self-consciousness with me. My little swan is so sexy when she lets go and trusts me, and I intend to reward her for that.
I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, “That’s my good, sweet girl. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone for me. Come for me. I want to lick your cum off my fingers so I have the taste of your cunt on my lips as I fuck you.”
Curling my fingers, I hit the spot that makes her gasp as my palm presses straight onto her clit. The pressure quickens her breath and tightens her grip on me. She yanks my mouth to hers and moans and whimpers against my lips, sloppily kissing me while losing control. Her thighs tremble, and her body starts to thrash as her pussy clenches my fingers so tightly, I have no idea how my cock is going to fit in there.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “You’re so beautiful like this, Skylar. So goddamn perfect. My girl. I can’t get enough of you.”
