She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I did.”
The smile that breaks out over my face is so wide, my cheeks hurt.She missed me.
Needing to hold her, I bend at the knees, wrap my arms around her waist, and lift her feet off the ground. Mira’s giggle vibrates through me as I spin us around, only stopping when I’m dizzy. Then I let her body slide down mine before palming the back of her head and kissing the shit out of her. The little sighs she releases against my lips have me rock hard and desperate for her. I want nothing more than to sink inside her and make love to her all night long, but I told her I wouldn’t fuck her until she was on board with being my wife. And while I may cave at some point in the future, it feels important not to cave now.
Lips still fused with hers, I walk Mira over to the couch and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Her denim-covered core settles over my slacks-covered dick, and she grinds against me as our lips and tongues clash.
“Fuck, wife,” I grunt as she undulates against me. My fingers dig into her hips—as much to tether her to me as to keep myself from doing what I really want to do—and she mewls softly. I swallow the sound like it’s a drug, because I’m desperate to be high on her.
“Griffin.” She moans my name, her eyes heavy lidded and full of need. Her lips are already puffy from kissing me, and god, if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
“What do you need, Mira? Hmm? Let me take care of you.”
Mira bites her lower lip as she meets my gaze. Her eyes are so full of need, but there’s uncertainty too. Why is she still fighting this? Doesn’t she feel howrightthis is? Doesn’t she understand I would do anything to make her happy? That we fit perfectly in all the ways that matter?
Kissing along her jaw and neck, I let go of her hips and allow my fingers to wander. They skim up her sides, slip under her shirt, and trace a path along the satiny skin of her rib cage before my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts. When Mira’s breath hitches, I grin against her neck. I want her to be as needy as I am right now. Every cell in my body vibrates with desire for this woman, and my cock is painfully hard. “What do you need, wife?”
“You,” she says with a sigh. “I need you, Griffin.”
It’s what I want to hear. At least, partially. Gripping the hem of Mira’s shirt, I gently tug it up as she lifts her arms in the air to help me get it off. Her perfect breasts heave in a simple black cotton bra, and I’m struck speechless for a moment. But only for a moment. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. Look at you, sunshine. You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, only better.”
Mira’s cheeks flush, and she looks at me from beneath the fringe of her lashes, suddenly shy. That won’t do.
“I want you every second of every day. Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands to myself, hmm?” I reach around her back and unhook the bra before sliding the straps off her shoulders. She shrugs out of it, and I toss the garment to the floor. Her dusky pink nipples tighten in the cool air, demanding I lean down and take them into my mouth.
Mira gasps. “Oh, fuck.”
I suck and play with her, nipping at the sensitive little buds, laving my tongue over one tight nub while squeezing and kneading her other breast with my hand. Mira’s hips rock more urgently against my rock-hard dick, making me groan.
“You want my cock, baby?”
She nods. “Yes. Please. I want your cock.”
Grinning, I nip at her breast. “You want me to stuff your wet, needy pussy with my big, thick cock?”
She nods again, eyes glassy with need.
“I bet you feel so empty right now, don’t you, sunshine? Are you desperate to feel my head dragging along your G-spot? For me to pound into your tight cunt and rut into you until you’re screaming my name?” Grabbing handfuls of her jeans-covered ass, I buck up against her hot little center, earning a gasp and a moan from my needy wife.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me with your cock.” Mira rocks against me, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as her need takes over.
“Wanna take you bare,” I growl against her breast. “Want to paint your insides with my cum, then watch it drip out of your pretty pussy.”
“Oh, god.”
Fuck. My need for her is goddamn painful. But if I’m going to do all the things I’m saying to her, I need her to admit that she wants this. That she wants me. Not just my body, not just sex, butme.
“You want that, baby?”
All she can do is nod her head vigorously.
“Then tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my wife. That you want this as much as I do. That you want me to be your husband.” Every word of my plea is laced with need and raw truth. Can she hear it?Feelhow much I want her?
“Griffin…” She still rocks against me, but her eyes are sharper now, less hazy with lust than they were a moment ago.
“Why are you fighting this?” I grind my cock against her core, and she moans. “Why won’t you give this a real chance? You promised you’d try.”
“This will never work.” She gasps as I pinch her nipples. “We want different things.”
