"You've been keeping secrets from me, Wife." He punctuates the word with a particularly brutal thrust that makes me cry out. His hands grip my ankles, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. "First, the holding stalls in Spain, now our kitchen table." Another deep stroke that hits something devastatingly deep inside me. "You like an audience, don't you? Good thing I like the world knowing you're mine."
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving the table farther across the floor. The obscene sounds of skin on skin, of my wetness and desperate moans, nearly drown out the scrape of table legs dragging across the stone floor.
Then he slows, almost stops, and I whimper at the loss of friction.
"Look at you." His hands release my ankles, letting my legs fall to wrap around his waist as he leans over me, one hand possessively sliding up my ribcage. "Spread out on our table like a fucking feast." His thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and I arch into the touch. "These perfect tits bouncing every time I thrust into you."
He cups both breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they're painfully hard. "I could stare at you all day, sweetheart. Watch the way your body takes me, the way your pussy grips my cock like you were made for me."
"Trigger, please," I gasp, rolling my hips, trying to get him to move faster.
"Please, what?" He pinches one nipple, and I cry out. "Tell me what you need."
"More. I need more."
His grin is wicked as he lowers his head, his tongue circling one peaked nipple before he draws it into his mouth and sucks hard. The sensation shoots straight to my pussy, and I clench around him.
"Fuck, I love when you do that." He releases that breast with a wet pop before moving to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. "Love the way these pretty nipples get so hard for me." He sucks harder, and my back bows off the table.
His hips start moving again, slow and deep, while his mouth continues its assault on my breasts. One hand slides down my stomach, his fingers splaying across my lower belly. "Love watching myself disappear inside you. Watching this tight little pussy stretch around my cock."
"Oh God," I moan, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him to my breast.
He releases my nipple and straightens, his eyes hungrily raking over me.
"You're a work of art, you know that?" His hand trails back up, fingers ghosting over every curve, every dip. "These hips I hold onto when I fuck you from behind." His palm cups my breast again. "These perfect breasts that fit in my hands." His thumb traces my jaw. "This mouth that screams my name when you come." He punctuates each observation with a deep thrust that makes my eyes roll back. "And this pussy..." He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. "This sweet, perfect pussy that's mine. Only mine."
"Only yours," I gasp, my nails digging into his forearms.
"That’s it, sweetheart. Fill this house. Fill this house with those intoxicating moans so everyone knows you're taken."
His mouth captures mine in a bruising kiss as his pace becomes relentless. I can taste myself on his lips, and somehow that makes everything hotter, filthier.
"Trigger," I gasp against his mouth, my body starting to shake. "I can't— I'm going to?—"
"Then come," he commands, his fingers pressing harder against my clit, his hips driving into me with perfect precision. "Come on my cock and let the world hear what I do to you."
I shatter with a scream I don't even try to muffle, my body convulsing around him.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, spilling inside me with a guttural sound that makes me clench around him again.
For long moments, we stay like that. A tangled, breathless mess of limbs. Then, his forehead drops to rest against mine, and a satisfied smile plays at his lips.
"Now," he finally says, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth before slowly pulling out, "you can get dressed."
I let out a breathless laugh, my legs still trembling as I sit up. "Now I'm going to be late."
His grin turns absolutely wicked as he tucks himself back into his boxers. "And it was worth it."
I slide off the table on unsteady legs, acutely aware of the evidence of him sliding down my thighs. "You're impossible."
"You love it." He hands me my robe, his eyes still dark and hungry as they trace over my naked body one more time.
"I do," I admit, slipping the robe back on. "Even when you make me late."
From outside, I hear Hollis's voice wrapping up his phone call.
Trigger catches my wrist and pulls me in for one more kiss. "Go," he murmurs against my lips, "before he comes back in and sees my cum dripping down your thighs. That’s for my eyes only."
