“Savoring.” I continue my path until I can’t reach any further from my stance and then switch legs.
“You’re killing me.”
“It’s been fifteen years since I got to taste every inch of you. I’ll be damned if I wait another second to do it again. You know I’ll take care of you,” I murmur between kisses on her other leg.
“After you torture me to death,” she whines, her hips trying to arch up before I pin them down with my hand.
“Keep complaining, Marina, and it’ll only make me take longer.”
“God, I fucking hate when you call me that.”
“You love it. Insults are practically your love language at this point.” I smirk.
“And yet, you’re into that,” she quips.
“So fucking into it.” I groan as I drop her leg and collapse between her legs. Her giggle fills the room but abruptly stops when I nibble the inside of her thigh. Switching sides, I barely hold off devouring her pretty pussy until I’ve explored every inch of her body. But this feels like a new beginning, and I’m taking advantage of that.
Her hands land on my head, groping for a grip but finding none in my crew cut.
“Damnit, grow your hair out,” she growls, frustrated.
“No.” I nip her clit before sliding up her body and coming face to face with her.
Her gaze catches mine. “You’re different.”
“How so?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“You seem lighter, happier.”
“I have you in my bed. What more could I want?” Her eyes glitter, and I get the sense I’m overwhelming her. I grab her hand, kissing my way up her colorful skin before switching to the other. My hips take on a mind of their own, grinding into her to relieve a little of the tension.
“If you don’t take your damn shorts off, I’m going to scream.” She grips my shoulders.
I lean back with a smirk. “You’re just begging me to take longer, aren’t you?”
“It’s ridiculous that I’m begging for your cock right now and you’re denying me.” She huffs.
“I’m not denying you, Emmerdeur. I’m loving you.”
She stares at me for a long minute, and I feel frozen in her gaze.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
Who am I to refuse my wife?
My wife.
That could be a real possibility in the future, not just wishful thinking.
Our kiss turns heated within a second. Her hands scrape down my side and hook into my shorts before I feel her hips shift. She’s wiggling all over the place, and I finally release her lips to figure out what she’s doing.
Her feet hook into my shorts as I pull back, and they shove the offending material down my legs. I chuckle. I can’t help it.
“Easy, girl, you could have just asked.” I grin.
“I fucking did! So, excuse me for taking it upon myself.” Her outrage just turns me on.
“Keep talking dirty, Rina. It’s doing it for me.” I kick off my shorts completely before shifting close to her.
