I smooth back her auburn hair, tucking a stray piece behind her ear. “You were perfect. No, worse, you weretoogood. I only stopped you because if you kept going, it would have all been over way too fast.”
“Oh.” Her pale skin flushes pink with understanding, and it’s fucking adorable. “I mean, if you want to finish, I can?—”
I grab her face and kiss the words off her lips. Her eager tongue meets mine, her mouth opening instantly for me. “One day,” I murmur against her lips, “I want to watch your pretty mouth swallow every drop of me. Right now, though, I need to be inside you.”
Helping her up by her unbandaged hand, I lift her to my chest and yank up her legs to wrap around my waist. She teased me about loving to carry her, but it’s fucking true. It’s something like how I like that she has to stand on her toes to kiss me. It gets me hard, knowing that lots of other men would be too short to pick up a tall woman like her. Carrying her is something onlyIcan do to her.
Ignoring the fact that other tall men exist in the world. Hell, that other tall men exist in thisbuilding.No other man gets to touch her like this—she just promised me that.
I carry my wife over to the couch and take a seat so her legs sprawl on either side of me. My hard cock presses against the seam of her leggings, reminding me that I’m naked, and she’s not. I shove the fabric down over her narrow hips. She repositions awkwardly to peel them off, which just means her legs and pussy brush against my length, making me hiss. I wish I could pull off her shirt so I could see her bare body—all of it, not just the parts she chooses.
Guilt washes over me. I’ll honor the boundary she set, the only one she asked for. Even fantasizing about breaking it feels wrong, no matter how beautiful her body is.
Especially after everything she's done for me. What other one would get down on her knees for me when I’m the insensitive ass who owed her an apology?
I pull her unbandage hand to my mouth, kissing each knuckle gently, and the pad of each finger.
“Fuck, you have beautiful hands,” I sigh, and I feel goosebumps rise on her legs.
My lips close around her index finger and I swirl my tongue around the tip, making her sigh and tilt her head back, exposing her elegant neck. I move my mouth there next, kissing along the column of her neck while I palm her small breasts through her T-shirt. Her nipples harden through the fabric, and so I strum the tight buds.
“Tell me no and I won’t ask again,” I whisper against her neck. “If I leave your shirt on, can I suck on these?” I run my thumbs over her nipples again.
“Yes,” she sighs, no hesitation.
“Thank Christ,” I mutter, ducking my head and drawing the peak of her breast into my mouth. I wish I were tasting her skin instead of cotton, but it’s worth it to hear the cries that spill from her mouth. She might keep her breasts covered, but they’reobviously sensitive as hell. I take my time, sucking and dragging my teeth over the fabric until she’s writhing in my lap.
I’ve been trying to distract myself from how my cock feels, pressed up against her wet core. Now, she’s so soaked that it’s getting too hard to ignore. I nip at Maura’s breast one final time before I pull away, slipping my fingers into my mouth to wet them. I drag them down to her slick cunt. She’s able to take two of my fingers immediately, and I strum her clit with my thumb while I fuck her with my hand.
“I want you to ride me, Maura. I want to watch that pretty face turn pink while you bounce up and down on my cock.”
She nods, color already spreading across her face and down her neck. She rises up on her knees to give me room to line up my cock underneath her. We both groan as she sinks onto me, her blissful heat gripping me tight.
I whispergood girlandbeautifulandyou feel so fucking goodas she lowers herself, never stopping stroking her clit. She hesitates just before she takes the final inch. Her slender shoulder muscles strain as she grips my arms.
“Give me a second,” she whispers. “You’re just so deep from this angle.”
“Too much?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s—God, it’severything.”
The word sets my blood on fire. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to drive up into her. I focus on watching her reactions as I run my thumb over her clit.
“No other woman could take my cock like you do,” I tell her. “When you ride me, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing to watch.”
Hot, honeyed wetness drips onto the base of my cock, her reaction to my praise. If she likes that, then fuck, I have plenty more to say.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me, Maura.” Her hips glide up and down, her inner muscles squeezing me like a vice. “It’s like I dreamed your body up. You feel like a goddamn dream. Do you have any idea how much I crave this?”
“You do?” Her breathy voice sounds shocked. Does she really not know? How is that possible?
“Fuck, yes. You have no idea what you do to me.” I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent. “One look, one sound, and I’m ready to cancel half a continent’s worth of contracts just to get inside you.”
She laughs weakly. “That’s not true.”
I growl. I don’t know if she’s denying it because she feels unworthy, or if because I’ve really done that shitty of a job showing her how sexy she is.
“You think my schedule is just forefficiency?” I hold her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. “It’s to keep me from throwing every responsibility away, tying you to my bed, and keeping you there for fucking weeks.”
