It’s a relief to know she’s as affected as I am.
I trail my lips up her forearm, taking my time, making each press of my mouth deliberate as I push up and curve over her. By the time I reach her shoulder, she’s trembling, and satisfaction surges through me.
“Can I take your clothes off, Frankie?”
She nods jerkily.
“Can you use your words?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’ve missed being naked with my wife.”
She shudders.
I hitch her hips up in my hands, lifting her so I can grind my aching cock against the warm vee between her thighs. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am at the thought of being naked between your legs, licking your hot little pussy again?”
“You feel so good.”
“Do you know that I want you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re wanted, Francesca. So much.”
She goes still beneath me and blinks at me, refocusing her glassy, aroused gaze on my face “How do you see right through me? It’s terrifying.”
I swallow hard. Shit.
But then she surges up to find my mouth, kissing me with the kind of desperate hunger that comes from almost losing something special.
My hands slide under her tank top, cupping her ribs, and she arches into my touch. Fuck, yes. The kiss deepens, turns molten, and suddenly we’re moving together with a synergy I rememberfrom Vegas. I fill my hands with her curves and she gropes my ass, pulling me harder against her.
“I want you so much,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Thank fuck,” I groan, nearly lightheaded now with need. “I’ve been trying to be good, but I want to make you scream.”
“Don’t be good. Don’t take it slow. We need to bank some orgasms for the next few months, right?”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I peel off her tank top, then her bra, cupping her breasts together so I can lose myself in them. Her nipples taste so good against my tongue, and the way her whole body vibrates when I suck on them is enough to drive me fully out of my mind. I hump my hips against the bed, hard as a rock as I work my way down her quivering belly and unbutton her jean shorts.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur as I brush my lips against the elastic of her panties. “So fucking sexy. Lift your hips for me.”
She digs her heels into the bed so I can ease her shorts off. I pull my own shirt off as well, a one-handed ruthless tug before I fall on top of her again.
Bare chest to quivering breasts.
Mouth to mouth.
Hips to hips, and her hands are under my waistband again, insistently shoving my pants down.
“How did I get this lucky, to call you mine?” I ask her between hungry pulls. “Will you remember how lucky I feel when I want to spoil you later?”
She whimpers and nods as she frees my cock between us, rubbing my erection against her belly. I can feel sticky precum slicking against her skin, marking her as mine.
“Condoms are in my pocket,” I gasp.
