Surveying her gorgeous body, fingers fisted around the comforter, I realize what this moment is missing and turn around, heading for the closet.
“Griffin?” Mira sounds confused. “Where are you going?”
“Just grabbing something. Give me a second.” I rifle around in my sock drawer until my fingers close around my prize. Grinning, I stalk back to the bed where Mira watches me with hungry eyes. Reaching for her left hand, I hold eye contact while slipping her simple wedding band over her finger.
Breath catching, Mira bounces her gaze between the gold band and me. Neither of us have worn the rings since that morning in Vegas, but I’ve kept them safe. Sometimes, when she’s not home, I wear mine. Hell, I want to wear it everywhere every day, but she’s not ready for that. But this, right now? If we’re making love, we’re wearing these rings.
“Griffin…” Those emerald eyes of hers are soft, but I don’t miss the flicker of something that looks a lot like fear that darkens them for a split second. Then she glances at the largerband still clutched in my palm and takes it, sliding it over my ring finger.
My breath hitches. This moment is huge. It’s everything. I’m not stupid enough to believe that Mira is one hundred percent on board with this marriage, but between her calling mehusbandand this? Maybe she’s finally starting to admit what I already know.
Mira and I are end game. We’re forever. Inevitable.
I hold her gaze as I rip off my polo, followed by the rest of my clothes. Pre-cum already beads at the tip of my dick as I drag my boxer briefs down my legs, and I grin when Mira sucks in a sharp breath and licks her lips.
“Baby,” I croon as I crawl across the bed to her, “please tell me I can take you bare. I got tested a few weeks after you moved in, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.” She looks surprised at that, but I don’t know why. I’ve never brought a woman home or even talked about one since she moved in with me. “And I’ve never been with anyone bare. Ever.”
“I-I have an IUD and I’m all clear too,” she says, a little breathless.
A grin curves my lips. “Is that a yes, wifey? Are you gonna let me take you bare and fill your pussy with my cum?”
“Fuck,” Mira moans, squeezing her thighs together. “Yes. Please, Griffin, yes.”
That’s all it takes for me to lose the last tenuous grip on my control. Hauling Mira up, I pull her onto my lap, my knees bent beneath me, her wet, bare pussy sliding along my shaft as she straddles me. I kiss her like I’ll die if I don’t. I kiss her like I’ve been poisoned and, with only moments to live, her lips are the antidote. Our tongues tangling, I gently grip the back of her neck, reveling in the feel of all her soft skin pressed against mine. Her peaked nipples drag across my chest and I moan into her mouth, my hips flexing involuntarily at the sensation, and thehead of my cock bumps against her clit before sliding through her slick folds.
“Oh, ohfuck,” she gasps, rolling her hips against my length.
“Soon, baby,” I promise, thrusting up again, coating my dick in her arousal. She’s dripping for me, soaking my cock with her desire. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and in every position I can think of before the day is over. Your pussy is going to be swollen and sore by the time I’m done with you. My cum will drip down your thighs and paint these pretty tits, and I’m going to rub it into your skin so I become as much a part of you as you are of me.”
Mira whimpers and rolls her hips against me. Her breathing is shallow and erratic, and I suspect that if she keeps grinding against my cock like this, she’s going to come.
Gripping her hips, I push her center down as I thrust up. The choked sound of pleasure she makes as she slides along the length of me makes me practically feral. If she thinks this feels good, just wait until I’m inside of her. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name or what day it is, and you’ll still beg for more,” I promise as her body shakes and quivers, so close to her impending orgasm. And then I hold her still.
“What?” Those beautiful, previously half-lidded eyes fly open as Mira’s nose wrinkles in indignation. “Griffin, what the hell?” She tries to roll her hips, but I don’t let her. Frustration pinches her brow, and her lips drop into a pout.
My chest squeezes. Fuck. I’m so gone for this woman.
I kiss her jaw. “If you keep grinding on my dick like that, I’m going to explode. And I already told you, sunshine, I’ve been dying to fill you up with my cum. Not gonna waste a drop.”
Pulling back so our eyes are locked, I grip Mira’s hips, encouraging her to lift onto her knees. She does, shuddering breaths puffing from her lips, and I grip my rock-hard dick and drag the head through her slick folds. It’s a struggle to keep myeyes from rolling back in my head, but I’m glad I manage it because if I hadn’t, I would have missed the way Mira’s lashes flutter and her breath catches.
“Griffin…”
“Mira. My beautiful, amazing wife.” I notch the head of my dick at her entrance and lift my hips slightly. “Do you know what you do to me?”
She gasps and shakes her head.
“Do you know how much I care about you?” Using my grip on her hip, I urge her down my length another few centimeters. “You fucking own me, sunshine.” I pull her down farther. “I’m yours.” And with that, I surge up, filling her completely. I’ve never felt anything like it. She’s so tight, so warm, so wet. The sensation of her pussy gripping my cock is everything. “Shit, baby, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me. So tight. So perfect.”
“Oh, god,” she cries, her head falling back as I hold her still, filled with me, owned by me.Owning me.
I lean forward, nipping at the exposed column of her throat. “What god? All I can see is a goddess. My wife.” Slowly, with more restraint than I thought myself capable of, I roll my hips, making sure to drag her clit along my pubic bone.
“Griffin…”
My hands roam across her body, touching, tracing every silky inch of skin. I whisper my devotion as I move in her, reveling in her little moans and gasps. Mira’s fingers clutch my shoulders, and our bodies grow slicker with sweat with every languid thrust. “My beautiful wife,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Please, Griffin,please.” Mira rolls her hips as a whine slips past her lips. “I need to come. Please fuck me.”
