I held it away from her, teasing her. “Though I’m not sure what you have to be ashamed about.”
Her cheeks flushed red. “I’m not ashamed of anything. But I have to give a speech today, meet with people, and I don’t want to give the wrong—braless—impression to my coworkers.”
I took a deep breath and stared at her. God, she was gorgeous. I’d known her less than forty-eight hours and I knew what she tasted like. I already knew what her ass felt like pressed against my hips and what her lips felt like on my lips.
So, in other words, we had a great base with all the ingredients for a wonderful, longevous marriage. Of six months or so.
My grandfather had once told me that those things weren’t important—that a man should make sure he found a woman with compatiblevalues.Staring at Cat right now, I wondered if maybe my grandfather had it all wrong.
“Cut it out, Dustin,” she said between breaths. She leaned forward, trying to reach across the bed to grab her bra, and she found herself, naked, on top of my own naked body.
When her hot flesh touched mine, I was instantly turned on. The response was Pavlovian. She recovered to straddle me, trying to grab the bra.
“This isn’t funny, Dustin,” she said, grabbing my forearm and trying to pry my fingers open. I smiled. This was just too easy. “Let go,” she breathed, softer now.
My cock could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. “This isn’t ...” She lost her train of thought at the end of thephrase, and I saw her expression change from angry to pouty to sultry. She licked her lips and grabbed the base of my cock.
“This isn’t fair,” she muttered.
“What’s not fair, sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
“Would you rather I called you my little plaything, KCB?”
“Just. . . oh wow.”
It was as if there was a battle going on in her head.
We were sober now. Well, sober-er. But we were still married. And neither of us could deny the insane chemistry we had together, marriage or no marriage.
I reached up and wrapped my hand around the left side of her head, massaging her cheek with my thumb.
“I’m pretty sure it’s fine for a wife to admit she enjoys fucking her husband.”
She swallowed and shook her head. “Such a dick.”
I smirked. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you. Did you just comment I have such a good dick? By the way, condoms are over there,” I pointed.
“I’m on the pill,” she said.
“You trust me now?”
“It’s the weirdest thing. Yes. I do.”
“Fuck me that’s hot.”
“And Isaid,you’re a dick,” she moaned, and I felt my spine tingle.
She tried to throw in another snide comment, but she finished positioning herself on the head of my now rock-hard cock, and whatever was on the tip of her tongue evaporated as she slid onto me.
I watched her lips and her half-lidded eyes as she came down on me again and again.
I felt the heat pool between my legs as she got ready to straddle me.
She rubbed against me and put up a fake struggle like she wanted to stay on top, but as soon as she was on her back, she pushed her hands into the head of the bed so that I wouldn’t thrust her head into the wall. We rocked together, and this time was different. Making love in the morning was always different from the nighttime. I usually didn’t like it in the daytime, to be honest. But as she wrapped her legs around my thighs and I looked into her eyes, I liked this. A lot. I felt her clench and moan as she came, and I pulled out and shuddered as I came all over her chest. As we sat there, chests heaving, she stared at me.
“Is this just going to be ... all the time, like this?” she asked.
