Subtly I shifted from foot to foot, trying to adjust my rigid cock, and I was sure if she looked, she would see every ridge and sloped of my cock tight against the front of my sweatpants, highlighting the fact that I was not wearing any underwear. I never wore briefs to bed, now I wished I had.
The fact that we still stood in the bathroom didn’t seem to affect both of us. I gnashed my teeth, fighting restraint, fighting the need to bend her over the washbasin and fuck her hard.
“Fuck me, Zayne.”
My head snapped up. “What did you say?” My words came out in a harsh, breathless rush not sure I’d heard right. I grimaced, but she didn’t seem to notice.
She took a step closer, her lustful gaze skimmed over my shirtless torso, falling to where my sweats hung low on my hips, lingering on my hard cock. When her glazed eyes met mine, her tongue peeked out, tracing a slow provocative lick over her bottom lip.
“I said, I want you to fuck me.” Her husky laugh taunted me and had my balls pull tight, begging for release.
She took another unsteady step forward, bringing her within an inch of my body. Her soft, tantalizing fingers trailed an unhurried path up my abs, over my chest, circling first one nipple and then dragged it across to the other. I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing. Her sharp fingernails scraped across my skin before moving higher up to my shoulders, neck, jaw, and then traced the shape of my lips where she stuck one lone finger inside my mouth. I instinctively grabbed her hand, pushing it away, and closed my eyes.
I needed to gain my control back. The sound of her unzipping her pants had me opening them with urgency. And I watched as the wet fabric of her pants fell to the floor with a wet slap, leaving her standing in nothing but her sexy as fuck barely there, white lace panties. My brain and my dick were both engorged, and my imagination ran rampant with illicit thoughts of how I wanted to bend her body to my will. I closed my eyes, trying to unsee what stood before me. Perfection personified.
“You’re drunk, Rika.” I opened my eyes relieved that my voice sounded normal—cool and controlled.
Her smile faded, switching from anxiety to anger in quick succession She stepped back. “What’s wrong with me? You’re my husband. Or maybe you find me repulsive, is that it?” Her usually sweet voice echoed with uninhibited sarcasm. She pinned me with a look I’d never seen before. If I had to guess, it toyed between dislike and irritation. Her chin lifted, insolence sparkled in those grays. “You know what, take your fucking chivalry and go fuck yourself.” She flipped me the bird and zig-zagged out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
I stood there too dumbfounded to move. Her words stung. Call it hurt, call it pride, I didn’t fucking care, but knowing I’d done everything possible over the last three years to keep her safe, to not take advantage of her, those words hurt. Enraged, I went after her, not caring that it was the alcohol speaking. I needed my control back in place and she possessed it. With one fucking look, one fucking smile—every fucking day.
In panties and silver heels, she stood in the darkened dining room, drinking Vodka straight out of the bottle. On her way out the bedroom, she’d removed her top giving me a full view of those creamy breasts I longed to taste. Gripping her nape, my fingers tangling in her wet hair, I spun her around. I glared at her, taking a deep breath as my chest rose and fell and my nostrils flared showing her just how annoyed I was.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I demanded, wishing for the usual calm I always exercised with her. With my barely-restrained breathing, my words sounded more like a carnal threat. So much for getting my fucking control back.
My tall frame towered over her petite body, but that did not stop her defiant gray eyes from challenging me. Her blatant dare mirrored my growing hunger, and she fucking knew it. She wasn't in control of her faculties, and that should have been my reason to stop this insanity, but being the bastard that I was, I could never walk away from a challenge. Then she bit her lip, those perfect white teeth burrowing deep into that full, plump flesh and I lost my last vestige of control, crushing my mouth to hers. The bottle fell, hitting the floor with a resounding crash that hardly registered. Grinding my mouth over hers and forcing my tongue between the seam of her lips, I took what I always wanted.
There were times I imagined our first kiss, it would’ve been slow, sensual, and sweet. Nothing like the blistering heat or aggressive dance our mouths currently battled. I would’ve stopped if it wasn’t for the way she rubbed her firm tits against my naked chest. Or her fingers slipping into my hair, tightening their grip and urging me closer, or the tiny noises slipping from the back of her throat into my mouth. I would’ve wanted to taste and savor. Now greedy, I plundered, explored, and stole. Her breath, her sounds, her sweetness. Touching her was like sniffing the strongest drug, whatever the outcome, it was that first glimpse of euphoria that mattered. And I had a feeling that this would leave me on a high for a long time to come.
When I finally ripped my mouth from hers, we were both breathing hard. Her gaze trapped mine and some gallant part of me silently urged that she walked away. Not because I wanted this seduction to end. Fuck I wanted it—an obsession I never truly allowed myself—desperation I desired more than oxygen itself. But because I didn’t want her to regret it the second it was over or when she woke in the morning realizing what she’d done, hating herself, hating me.
Her eyes locked with mine, she backed away until her rear bumped the bar counter. Still, she didn’t speak. But she didn’t have to—I’d known this woman for the better part of seven years, even if three and half of them were spent in a coma, I could read every expression of hers, every smile, every breath. We might’ve shared our first kiss just a few seconds ago but I was sure that I’d be able to read every heartbeat, every tremble, every sigh, if she let me. I took a step forward and she watched my feet as I prowled toward her. My desire unashamedly tangible, her hunger just as voracious filling the air between us and mocking my willpower.
You’ve waited for a long time for this, Zayne, you want it.Did she? “Turn around, Rika.”
Without blinking, she turned, braced her hands on the countertop, then lowered her body to the cold marble, her back perfectly arched, her glorious ass pushed out, and her sculpted legs stretched as she balanced on her toes. I wanted nothing more than to sink my aching cock inside her pussy that had tempted me for years. Instead, I studied each angled contour of her stunning body, drinking my fill, as a man starved. The only light in the room came from the glow of the building opposite and cast varying shadows across her bronze skin. Reaching out, I dragged a slow finger from the back of her neck, trailing down over each vertebra, feeling her heated skin prickle, watching my finger disappear between the round globes of her ass, and hearing her breath hitch. I gathered her thick hair, wrapping it into a tight ponytail around my hand, tugging, until her body bent like a bow, and she looked up at me, her eyes wide in anticipation
From this angle, her perfect mouth, she looked ready to swallow the full length of my cock to the hilt. As though privy to my thoughts, she licked her lips in a slow, deliberate taunt. Just the notion of fucking that tempting mouth had my cock twitching in my pants. Slackening my hold so she could straighten, I held onto her hair but inched closer until my body stood flush against hers. Sliding my free hand around her waist, I cupped her pussy, pressing down lightly enough to elicit a soft groan from her.
“Which would you prefer, Rika,” I growled in her ear. “Do you want me to fuck this sweet cunt?” I slid my hand inside her panties and dragged a finger through her slit. Fuck, she was drenched. She shuddered. “Or maybe I should fuck this tight ass.” I rolled my hips, letting my hard cock slide along the cleft of her ass cheeks while my finger pushed into her pussy.
“Zayne, please,” she cried out, her hips bucking.
I released her hair and palmed a breast while adding another finger to her soaking cunt. Her knees buckled and she leaned back against me. Rubbing my thumb back and forth over the tight puckered bud of her nipple. “Or maybe I should slide my cock between these perfect tits and fuck you raw. Would you like that? Would you like to watch my cum spray over your chest, your face?” Her breathing sped up and her pussy spasmed. I flicked my thumb over her clit. A second later, her orgasm wrenched a sharp cry from her. She shuddered in my arms but I didn’t let up. “Or maybe you want to lie over this counter and let me deep throat this luscious mouth.” I pulled my hand out of her panties and painted her lips with her juices. “Lick your lips, Angel. Taste yourself.” Fuck if she didn’t comply right away, groaning as her tongue ran over the plump flesh. Cupping her chin, I slid my thumb into her mouth. “Suck it. Show me what you can do with that pretty pink tongue.” She didn’t disappoint. Latching onto my thumb, every nerve came alive as her tongue rolled over the digit. “Suck harder, Rika, show me you want this,” I demanded, my voice low, my tone hard.
She groaned when I removed my thumb. Placing a palm flat between her shoulder blade, I pushed down until she lay on the counter, her cheek pressed against the marble top. The position flattened her breasts and because of the height of the bar, bunched her calf muscles into tight balls.
I admired her bowed body. “So fucking beautiful.” I nudged her ass with my cock, and she moaned. “I could take you right now, Rika. Your hands pinned behind your back, your body begging for my cock while I fuck you over and over until your legs can no longer support you. Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
I leaned over her, letting my hands drift from her shoulders, along the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist and over the swell of her ass, learning every arc and line, committing it to memory. My touch roused goosebumps across her soft skin. I repeated the caress to smooth the pebbled peaks, but her body shook, her whimpers echoing against the marble. Pressing my chest lightly to her back, I groaned at the skin-on-skin contact. Gathering her hair, I moved it over her shoulder then dragged my tongue down her spine. She shuddered, pushing her ass into my crotch. I gripped the edge of her panties with my teeth and tugged downward, my hands following in its wake to reveal the satin globes of her ass. Nipping the delicate skin, I edged my tongue along the cleft before circling her puckered asshole. She cried out. Kneeling behind her, I removed her panties and spread her legs, baring her delicious cunt to me.
“Jesus, Angel, you’re so fucking wet.” I was wrong. The pink folds weren’t just wet. Her pussy was fucking quivering, delicate, slick, and inviting me to lick, suck and eat her. Grabbing her ass in my hands, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, I leaned forward. My breath tickled her sensitive skin and she moaned. I inhaled deeply. Her scent—a mix of arousal, soap and a hint of jasmine. “Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you, baby, eat you until you scream. I want to make you come so fucking hard, you forget your own damn name.”
“Zayne, please.” She glanced at me over her shoulder, her hunger profound, willing me to take the next step.
“This is wrong, I shouldn’t,” I whispered more for my own sanity, my blood no longer simmering but a low, threatening boil teetering on exploding. A part of me knew that I was skating a fine line, a point of no return. Regardless, I wanted to throw myself over the edge. I’d earned this, deserved it. Just one little taste, that was all I wanted, needed. How could I not, she was so fucking beautiful and mine for the taking. She rolled her hips, taunting my mouth with her glistening flesh. I didn’t hesitate.
