But sweet isn’t what either of us wants. We both want, need more.
Now that we’re body to body, the emotions that have been chasing me all night have ignited into bone-burning arousal. I want Rem. I want my husband. Naked, on top of me, inside of me. I want him so badly I feel like I’ll never want anything else ever again.
“Rem.” I moan his name, my nails digging into his scalp. Still, he’s gentle, teasing.
“Please.” I leverage my upper arms onto his shoulders, curling one leg around his hip as I practically climb him. “I need you.”
I catch the dark flash of his eyes behind half-lowered lids. I sweep my tongue across the seam of his mouth, desperate totaste him. A groan rumbles in his chest but he keeps himself in check. The hand cupping my jaw is strong but soft. The one at my back holding me up, not pinning me close.
No amount of gentleness can hide the enormous erection pressing against my stomach. Rem is so perfectly hard, so close to the apex of my thighs, I feel myself softening for him already.
Dropping my lips to his neck, I kiss stubble-rough skin.
“Lena,mia amata…” Rem’s head tips back, giving me better access. “I’m covered in dirt and blood. I need to shower.”
“You don’t, husband.” Pushing off with my toes, I wrap my other leg around his waist, locking my heels behind his back. My core presses against his cock and I can’t hold back the full-body shiver that rips through me. “The only thing you need to do right now is fuck your wife.”
I drag my teeth across his neck, an echo of the bites I’ve given him in the past. It breaks Rem’s composure.
With a growl, he wraps his hand in my hair and holds me still as he invades my mouth. His lips are hard, his tongue insistent. He moves so fast, kisses so deep I lose my breath. My eyelids drop, dots dancing behind them as Rem takes control of me, of my body, of everything.
“I was trying to be gentle, Lena. I’m so on edge, so amped up, I didn’t want to scare you.” Rem bites my bottom lip hard. The sting is instant, the taste of blood coating my tongue. He sucks the lip into his mouth, and I feel arousal soak my pajama bottoms.
“Don’t be gentle, Rem.” My voice is breathy, broken. “Just fuck me.”
Rem curses. My toes curl. I swallow a moan as his tongue tangles with mine and his fingers bite into my ass. “I’ll fuck you, wife. Just not here.”
My brain completely overrun by sex hormones, I don’t care who sees us as Rem carries us from his office to our bedroom. I kiss his neck, his face the entire way, my hipsconstantly rocking against him no matter how hard he holds me.
“Careful, little one, or you’re going to hump your way to an orgasm before we get to the privacy of our own room.”
“Oh, God. Do you think I can?” A foreign thrill fills me at the thought. The idea of getting off just by using Rem’s body for my own pleasure sends a fresh wave of heat to my pussy.
Rem turns a corner and stops. Using his grip in my hair, he pulls my head back until our eyes meet. His are dark, full of possessiveness and a thrilling need. “My little wife has an exhibitionist streak, huh?”
I open my mouth but can’t say anything. We both take that as a yes.
“Sorry, beautiful. Your body, your pleasure, that’s for only you and me. If anyone dared watch you come, I’d have to carve their eyes out with a rusty spoon. But…”
Rem leans back against the hall wall, his feet braced apart as both hands cup my ass. “You’re my wife and I want to please you every way possible. So, if you can be silent, you can indulge in a little covert exhibitionism.”
Gaze wide, I try to understand what Rem is saying even as my hips keep up their insistent rhythm against his erection.
“My men are just around that corner there.” He tips his head toward the hall past our bedroom door. “They’re on high alert, standing guard. They’re listening for any signs of disturbance. Do you think you can come without making a sound?”
Rem grinds my lower body against his dick, a self-satisfied smile twisting his lips when my eyes roll back. God, the friction feels so good. I don’t want to stop, can’t stop.
“Yes.” I’m practically panting. “I can be silent. I’ll be so good, Rem. I promise. Just let me…”
A wave of heat licks through my body as Rem nods. He leans his head back against the wall, his hands supporting my weight as he grips my ass. He tilts his hips outward so I canleverage myself against him using my legs. I grip his hair, my upper arms pressed hard against his shoulders. “Ride me, beautiful. Let me see you come, just like this.”
We’re both fully clothed. His skin smells of sweat and singed metal. I’m a mess of dried tears and unspent arousal. The cotton of my pajama top feels intensely rough against my nipples, but the bottoms are providing the most amazing friction as I rub my pussy against Rem’s denim-covered cock.
Up and down, I drag myself over him, swallowing a gasp when I find the perfect position against my clit.
“Are you wearing underwear under those PJs?” Rem whispers against my ear.
I shake my head no.
