I started to suck on her clit, my finger rubbing that sweet spot just inside her. Her thighs tensed, her tell that she was on that glorious precipice, about to come. I pressed another finger inside her, feeling the start of her orgasm. Her body shuddered and I heard my name.
As soon as she stopped coming I moved out from under her skirts, dropping my trousers and underwear, needing to get inside her. Her tits were out of her dress, nipples hard and rosy from her own touch. I bent down to one, took it in my mouth and sucked gently, knowing that they had become more sensitive in the last few days because she was pregnant.
“Max, just get the fuck inside me.”
I let go of her nipple with a slight pop. “What’s that, Feisty? What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. Now.” She bent her leg around my waist, her eyes blazing. “I need you inside me, and this will be the only time I ever say this, we need to make it quick.”
There were voices outside, someone asking where we’d gone.
“Shit.”
Both my hands went to her hips, lifting her. She locked on to my waist with the other leg and held on to my shoulders as a I lined my cock up at her entrance. The moment I entered her I saw stars, blazes of golden light. Pausing was the only thing I could do, needing to breathe, needing to look at her and see the person who was my whole world.
“Fuck me, Maxwell. I’m nearly there.”
Her hips urged me on and I started to move, fast thrusts that took me balls deep. Victoria started to tighten around my cock and I knew I was going to go, possibly the quickest ever time as I was fucking my wife for the first time.
“Feisty, fuck me, you feel so good.” I moved her on my cock, using her as if she was a toy, only her yell as she came again followed by a stream of dirty words that praised exactly what my dick was doing to her fell from her mouth.
I came hard, deep, feeling as if everything was being pulled from me into her, which I suppose it had in so many ways.
I held her as our breathing slowed, my forehead pressed against hers. “I wish we were in bed right now.”
“I know. But you can spend the rest of the night knowing what we just did. Being married doesn’t mean sex gets boring.” She pressed a kiss to my mouth. “And I’m pretty sure that if I wasn’t pregnant already, that would’ve just done it.”
I laughed quietly, easing out of her and making sure she was able to stand before I let go.
“We’re not walking out of here separately. I don’t care if everyone knows what we’ve just done.”
“I need to clean up first.”
I helped her, became a husband who did the buttons up that he’d undone in a hurry, rearranged skirts and told her that her lipstick looked beautiful once she’d reapplied it and helped me get if off my face.
“Do I look presentable?”
I stopped with my finger on the lock of the door. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
She grinned. “I feel like that claimed me more than the ring.”
I opened the door and saw Seph and Callum, standing there, both with beers held up in a toast.
“Good work,” Seph said. “Now come and entertain your guests.”
So we did.
25
A pair of binoculars – from Killian to Nick
Lainey
“Have you seen Seph?”Payton frowned at me via the mirror. I was trying to fix my eye make-up that had gone horribly wrong at some point, and I was in danger of looking like a forlorn panda.
My make-up situation was unimportant. There was no one here to see me apart from members of my family and their significant others; no clients to charm, no men to flirt with – not that I had flirted with anyone for ages – and no one to care whether I was wearing make-up or not.
It was a getaway. The calm before the storm. In a few weeks, I was moving to the north and opening my own stables and therapy practice, similar to the one where I’d been partner, four hour’s drive from New York. Small town England, not dissimilar to small town Ireland where I’d grown up every summer and most holidays.
