It’s been weeks since I’ve been with my wife. Slow, agonizing, lonely weeks where I had to wonder if I’d ever get the chance to hold her again, let alone make love to her. And I intend to make love to her. Then I’m going to fuck her brains out.
“Babe, slow down.” Mira covers her eyes as I take too sharp a turn into the parking garage, but she’s giggling, so I know she’s not scared.
“Can’t. Pretty sure my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t get inside you within the next five minutes.”
“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs, and fuck if it isn’t the best sound in the world. I’ve missed her laughter.
“Ridiculous and horny,” I say, agreeing. And then I’m parking the G-Wagon and tugging her out of her seat before she can open the door herself. For the third time tonight, I bend over, lift her into my arms, and carry her bridal style through the lobby and into the elevator while she squeals and demands I put her down.
No fuckin’ way am I putting her down until we walk through the door of our bedroom. Then I’ll throw her onto the bed. Before that? Nope.
As soon as the elevator doors close and we’re alone, I take her mouth in a desperate kiss. I kiss her like I’m going to fuck her—hard, needy, and fast. She moans against my lips as I let the hand under her ass wander. My dick is impossibly hard.
“Why does this elevator take so long?” I complain. But before Mira can answer, our floor number flashes on the LED screen, and the door opens. “Finally.”
Mira chuckles, her lips skimming over my jaw and neck while her hands trail over my shoulders and down my arms and back. “So impatient.”
“Absolutely, I am. It’s been too long since I’ve had my wife. If I didn’t know the security guys would watch like a bunch of pervs, I would have pulled your jeans down and fucked you against the wall of the elevator.” I set Mira on her feet so I can unlock the door to our place. “But no one sees your sweet ass but me, sunshine.”
She’s about to make some snarky retort when the door swings open and I herd her through. As soon as it’s shut, I’m ripping at her clothes. Her jacket puddles on the floor, her sweater and bra quickly following. Dusky pink nipples tighten in the cool air, and I don’t hesitate to bend down and take one into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed your mouth,” Mira says, her head falling back against the door.
Grinning against her breast, I suck and lave at those tight little buds while my fingers work to undo her pants and tug them down her body, along with her panties. When they get stuck on her shoes, I growl, but she giggles.
“Of course, they have laces and you can’t just slip them off,” I mutter. Bending down, I tug impatiently at the laces of her ankleboots before slipping them off her feet. Then my fingers drag her pants down until she can kick them off. When I look up, I realize what’s in front of me.
My wife’s cunt glistens with need, and it’s been far too long since I’ve had the taste of her on my tongue. Leaning forward, I grab her hips and tilt her pelvis just enough to let me slide my tongue along her seam.
“Fuck. I almost forgot how delicious you taste.”
“Griffin…” Mira’s fingers push through my hair before she grabs a handful. “Oh, god.”
Grinning against her pussy, I give her another slow lick before forcing myself to stand. There’s a bite of pain when Mira tugs my hair before releasing it, but it only heightens my arousal. “Need you, baby. Need to be inside you.”
“Yes. Please.”
Fisting her hair in one hand, I wrap the other around her waist and guide her backwards to our bedroom while kissing the hell out of her. The little gasps and moans she rewards me with are music to my ears. If the neediness in her tone is any proof, I’m not the only one who’s been going out of their mind while we’ve been apart.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Mira growls as her fingers scrabble to unbutton my shirt. She sounds like an angry kitten, and I’m barely able to hold back my laughter. I want to fuck my wife, not end up castrated.
When her legs bump against the foot of the bed and she tips backward onto her ass, I grin down at her. “I can fix that.”
Grabbing both sides of my shirt, I rip the thing open. Buttons fly across the room and Mira squeals as one barely misses hitting her on the cheek. “Oops?”
My beautiful wife laughs at that and shakes her head. “Just get naked. I need you inside of me. Now.”
“Your wish is my command.” I swear to god, I’ve never gotten my pants off faster.
Finally naked, I fall onto my wife with the passion and need of a man coming home after a long and brutal war. I can’t get enough of her satiny skin, the way her curves give under my fingers, and the blazing heat of her center.
“Yes,” she gasps as my teeth scrape along her collarbone before I soothe the ache with my tongue. “More.”
“You want more?” I grind my dick against her core.
“I want everything.”
Fuck. I wanted to take this slow. We’ve been apart, and I need to make sure Mira knows that this need I feel for her isn’t merely physical. I’ve ached for her on a soul-deep level. But how in the hell am I supposed to take it slow when she’s undulating her hips against my shaft and coating me in her slick desire? Every circle of her hips brings me closer to slipping inside of her, and I’m not sure I’m capable of holding back much longer.
