It took a moment for thought to return to her head, but as it did, she recognized the smirk on his face. He expected her to want a bed, but she’d experienced a bed with him. “No, I want this table.” It was her turn to smirk as his green eyes darkened and his smile disappeared.
“Then that is what you shall have. Up you go.”
Before she knew what he was about, he sat her on the table. She shivered as her hot bottom made contact with the cold, hard surface, more from anticipation than from the temperature.
“Now, I must take your boots off.” Kneeling down, he untied each one and lifted it from her foot.
He made her feel delicate and wanted, causing her eyes to water. Blinking rapidly, she dispelled the tears, not wishing to miss anything he might do. She didn’t have long to wait as he spread her legs and stared at her very core.
Heat seemed to start at the juncture of her thighs as her belly tightened. She remembered how good he could make her feel. Would he stand now and make her his?
He did stand, but he did not move closer. Instead, he bent his head to kiss her once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his mouth as he teased her with his tongue.
Before she realized what he was about, he was kissing the corner of her lips, her cheek, her jaw. She tilted her head and his mouth traveled lower, to her neck, her collarbone, her chest. As his mouth moved lower, his hand cupped her breast.
She held her breath, anxious for what would come next.
His tongue licked at her nipple before he blew on it.
“Oh.” The chill made it harden more, and she leaned back, locking her arms to allow him full access.
He bent forward and sucked her wet nipple into his mouth, tonguing her hard peak at the same time. She let her eyes close and her head fall back, happy to allow him his feast. And feast he did, teasing and sucking both breasts until her body ached with need and a warm wetness permeated her folds. She could barely catch her breath and she didn’t care.
His mouth left her.
She opened her eyes to see what he was about, but he no longer looked at her, as he had knelt down once again.
“Fen?” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper. She tried to swallow, but his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wider, made her mouth go dry.
His fingers reached her folds and gently explored. “Beautiful.” His voice floated through her, easing her tension, allowing her to swallow until one finger found the place he’d touched before.
She gasped. This was what she wanted. She grabbed his shoulders, needing him to continue, to bring her to that feeling only he could give her.
His finger swirled the warm wetness of her over her nub, tantalizing her, making her squirm with need. She found her breaths becoming shallow and fast. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding him there, wanting more.
He chuckled softly. “Lean back, love. I promise I won’t stop.”
Since even as he spoke, he continued his play, she did as he asked, though it was hard. But then he leaned in and his mouth found the same spot.
Her body shivered with tension as he laved her, circling her pleasure spot with his tongue, her belly tensing for what was to come. Then his hands smoothed their way up her ribs and cupped her breasts, his thumbs finding her nipples and rubbing them.
She closed her eyes at the intense dual feelings, the air leaving her lungs as soon as she brought it in. Waves of pleasure rippled over her body. They built one on top of the other, the next more intense than the last, until she was lifted so high, she crashed in upon herself, her ecstasy spinning her about in pure bliss.
Her elbows buckled and she collapsed on the table, sucking in air to gain her equilibrium again.
*
The absolute happinessthat ran through him at Dory’s release was tempered only by his body demanding its own. As he rose to enjoy the view of his wife fully sated, he became stuck on that word—wife.
She was his. He’d almost lost her due to his own blindness and lack of self-reflection. He would learn from that, keep her safe, and keep her close. But first, he needed to make her his forever.
Even as the thought entered his head, it pushed all other thoughts out. His curvy wife lay before him, an offering to the gods, yet he, a mere mortal, could claim her as his. His body tensed and his erection jerked.
Stepping between her thighs, he laid his hands on her hips. “Dory, I’m going to make you mine now.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and her full lips parted, but she didn’t speak. She was a natural enchantress, her cheeks ruddy from her satisfaction, half her hair loose from her bun, her arms spread out as if offering herself.
Then she spoke, a barely audible sound. “Make me yours.”
