My mouth twitches, and I can’t help the surge of pleasure at his words.
“You were jealous.”
He leans in, nuzzles my neck. Goosebumps erupt on my arms. “Yeah.”
The confession is almost boyish.
I soften.
I rememberthisversion of him, the one who used to wait outside my dorm in the cold just to walk me home and snarled at any guy who showed me even a little attention.
Suddenly, he picks me up, bridal style. I let out a laugh.
“What are you doing?”
His lips curl into a smirk. “Taking my wife to bed where I intend to ravish her.”
“Is that what you intend to do?” I purr.
I know this man so well. The sexy one. The one who makes love to me like I’m a goddess. My friends complain about waning sexual interest and mediocre familiar sex, but for me, it’s always been good, when we do it that is.
It’s slowed down in the past year.
No surprise there. It’s hard to make love when you want to bludgeon your husband with a heavy object.
No negativity, Jayne. Just enjoy this. Enjoy him.
He drops me on our bed and crawls up my body, his hands roaming over my curves. He lifts my camisole and pulls itoff.
“So, fucking perfect.” His thumbs brush over my nipples, teasing them.
His lips claim mine in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue, a bruising, possessive claim that leaves me breathless.
I wrap my arms around him, touching his strong back when he starts to suckle, first gently and then biting softly until I’m squirming. I rub myself against him, my panties and his shorts separating us.
“I want you,” he growls, his voice rough with lust.
He kneels between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs to grip my hips. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, and with a single tug, they’re gone, leaving me spread open and exposed.
He cups me. “Your cunt is so wet, Jayne.”
He leans down, his tongue darting out to taste me, lapping at my folds.
I whimper.
I love how he eats me out.
His tongue is relentless, flicking my clit with expert precision, fucking me with his mouth until I’m trembling on the edge of orgasm.
He pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate, my hands clawing at the sheets.
“Not yet.” His eyes are dark with lust. “You’re gonna take every inch of me first. Then you can come.”
He stands, stripping off his boxers, freeing his cock. It’s thick and throbbing, the tip swollen and leaking precum.
My eyes widen at the sight, my mouth waters as I reach for him. He bats my hand away. “You’ll get it, baby.” His voice drips with promise. “But first, you’re gonna beg.”
I roll my eyes at that.
