It feels like home, like safety, like promises made and kept.
James carefully walks me back to the conference table, not lifting his lips from mine. He lifts my hips so I’m seated on the edge of it. “Good?” he asks between kisses.
I answer by kissing him back and tugging at his jacket, urging him to pull it off. I don’t want anything between us now, not even clothes. He shrugs off his jacket, then unbuttons my blouse.
He pulls back for a moment and bites his lower lip as he takes in the sight of my torso, only covered by my white bralette. His eyes skim over my scar, dropping to my breasts and stomach.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he groans. One hand reaches for my breast. “Can I?”
“Please.” My nipples tighten through the thin fabric as he palms my breasts. The warmth of his hands feels heavenly. He slides the bralette cups aside, baring me, and ducks his head to suck on my nipple. He worships my breasts with little sucks and nibbles. I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly when it feels mind-numbingly good.
“I’m going to be spending a lot of time with these,” he promises. Then his lips capture mine, gently coaxing them apart and sweeping his tongue in proprietarily. He cradles the back of my head in one hand, slowly lowering me back against the table.He bends over me, the fine fabric of his dress shirt brushing against my bare torso.
He pulls my silk skirt so it bunches up around my waist. “I missed this,” he mutters. “I missed touching you. I don’t want to go that long without doing this ever again.”
“Me neither,” I agree breathlessly.
His fingers cup me through my panties, one long fingertip sliding along my seam. I whimper as a pool of heat rushes between my legs.
He slips my panties down to my knees and touches me again. My body sings at his touch, craving him, craving more. He slips one finger inside me, then two.
“Is that okay?” he asks, his eyes scanning mine.
I nod. “Better than okay.”
His thumb circles my clit. His cool blue eyes drink in my expression as he slowly presses harder. When he pumps his fingers slowly inside me again, my pussy throbs at the sensation. Liquid heat swirls downward as I rock my hips into his touch. He leans down, setting the weight of his chest over mine and dragging his teeth over the shell of my ear.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Dripping so prettily on my hand. What a good little wife you are.”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes.” I can't bring myself to say much more. Already, my ability to form words is getting hazy.
The thrust of his fingers doesn't waiver. Now that he's found the pressure and the rhythm I want, James moves at an exacting pace. Still in control, even though I can tell from his rough breaths and the feeling of his hard cock against my leg that he’s just as ready for this as I am.
My clit throbs, and I grasp at his arms. His lips graze my ear, making me shiver.
“Are you going to come for me, wife?”
I don't have time to answer before pleasure rockets through me. My vision goes white as my entire body seizes. I feel like I could float away if it weren’t for James’s strong fingers, anchoring me down to earth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against my neck.
He withdraws his fingers and I moan desperately. Already, I miss him inside me. Then he sinks down to his knees, his face level with my pussy.
“Wait,” I whimper. “I should touch you, too. You’re giving me too much.”
“I’m exactly where I want to be, Maura,” he says, kissing my thigh for emphasis. “Let me take care of everything.”
It’s hard to argue when his wet, open-mouthed kisses trail up my thigh, but guilt still prickles at me. “It just makes me feel like such a pillow princess.”
“Good.” He smiles up at me. “You better get used to it, because I love treating you like one.”
He drags his tongue over my dripping pussy, and I whimper. It’s unfair how good he is at this, how easily he can melt my entire body into mush. He alternates between long, lingering licks and short sharp ones, making me squirm and driving me completely insane.
I sink back against the table. My fingers gripping his hair to anchor me to reality, but only barely. He sinks his fingers back inside me and I whimper his name pathetically.
“Yes, James, more.”
He hums, pressing a third finger inside me, stretching me deliciously while his tongue laps at my clit. After so long without his touch, it’s a tight fit, but my body welcomes the intrusion. I missed this—missedhim.
