Walking back up the stairs to our beach rental, I shut the door, locking it behind me. I checked in with the guys earlier—well, Seth, and he told me there hasn’t been a change yet. The police are still looking for Bri but think she might have left the area. I can’t say it doesn’t worry me, because it does. I won’t feel better until she’s behind bars, where she can’t get to my girl and baby.My family.
Focusing on now, I lay Mila gently on the bed. I don’t want to be too rough with her and chance hurting the baby. I’ve been doing research and I know sex is safe, but I still need to be careful. Dragging a chair toward the bed, I pull my shirt from my waistband and start unbuttoning it. I take a seat, then nod at Mila. “Lose the dress,Wife. Show me what’s mine. Ineedto see what I’m keeping forever.”
“Make me.” Mila quirks a brow as she moves from the bed tostand in front of me. The white dress she chose is floor-length and lacy. It’s not overly formal, but is delicate and beautiful, like the woman I call mine. It’s held up with two spaghetti straps, and as much as I want to yank them down her arms and strip her bare, I don’t want to destroy her dress.
“You sure you want to take that path, Sunshine?” I question as I stand and tower over her.
She turns, giving me her back, and I bite my fist when I see pieces of her own tattoos peeking out beneath the fabric. “Can you unzip me,Husband?”
My cock twitches against my thigh, hardening to the point of pain. I push it against her ass, letting her feel what she does to me. Gliding my hands up her body, I skim my fingertips over her ass and back, stopping when I reach her shoulders. There’s a long zipper down the length of her dress and I take my time, slowly dragging it down. Goosebumps pebble in my wake as I softly caress her skin.
Moving her wavy hair to the side, I drop a kiss on her shoulder before continuing to the column of her neck. I’ll never get tired of tasting her skin.
She shivers and moves out of my grasp. Wordlessly, Mila drops the gown, and the air is knocked from my lungs. A small strapless bra covers her pert breasts, but as my eyes travel the length of her body, I zero in on her ass and the non-existent scrap of fabric covering it.
I run my hand across her flesh, palming a globe in my hand and giving it a squeeze. In place of her normal short underwear is a lacy thong that may as well be made out of the same material as the dress. It curves between her ass cheeks while hugging her hips. I’ve never wanted to be a piece of fabric so bad.
Mila looks at me over her shoulder and winks. Smacking her ass, I growl, “Don’t tease me, Sunshine. I’m barely hanging on.”
Looking at me with an amused expression, she laughs lightly. “Who said you had to?”
“I forgot my wife had such a sassy mouth. Maybe I should teach her how to use it properly.”
“I doubt she’ll listen,” Mila quips.
“She will if she knows what’s good for her.” Putting a hand on her shoulder, I guide her to her knees. She stares up at me with those light brown eyes that haunt my every thought. “Unzip me, Sunshine. Take your husband’s cock out.”
Her small hands graze my abs, the contact making my dick jump. Unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way, I shrug it off my shoulders. Mila’s eyes never leave mine. Unbuckling my pants, Mila tugs the zipper down slowly, a knowing smirk on her face. She’s killing me and she knows it. She holds all the power here.
I’m putty in her hands.
Mila pushes my pants and boxers down in one movement, freeing my dick. I hiss when it bobs up, smacking against my stomach. “Open your mouth and flatten your tongue,” I order, fisting my cock in one hand. I tug my dick from root to tip, trying to relieve some of the ache. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow as soon as she wraps her lips around me.
She obeys my command, opening her mouth. A pearl of pre-cum rests at the tip, and when she leans forward and runs her tongue across it, I swear I almost come on the spot. Taking a deep breath, I push air out through my nostrils. “I said flatten your tongue, not use it to lick me.”
“Oh, my apologies. I’m just a simple girl, learning how to please her husband.”
I’m going to spank her ass red for that. Groaning, I grab a chunk of her hair and hold it firmly. I don’t pull it too tight, but the gleam in her eyes tells me she’s on board with this. She wants it just as much as I do. Using one hand to hold her head in place, I use the other to feed my dick into her waiting mouth.
“That's right. Take your husband’s cock down your throat. Be a good little wife and suck on it.” Her lips close around my dick and she does exactly what I ask. She leans forward, taking more of me into her throat. Swallowing around my dick, the vibrations shoot up my spine, the pleasure so intense.
Keeping her hair to the side, I slowly thrust in and out of herwarm, wet mouth. “Do you like it, Mila? Do you like sucking your husband’s dick? Do you like being used by me?”
Her eyes water, but she nods, mouth full of my cock. “You’re so pretty taking me like this. Your lips stretched, sucking me in. Fuck.” I groan. She feels so good, working her tongue up and down my shaft, paying special attention to the veins under the crown. I feel like a king. “Take your tits out, Mila. Show me that beautiful body.”
Reaching behind, she unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I plunge in and out of her mouth, my thrusts quick and shallow. Every part of my body is on fire, but I don’t want to come yet. The first time I come is going to be in her sweet cunt. Withdrawing my cock, I hiss as her tongue runs up its length.
I yank Mila to her feet and smash my mouth against hers. Her arms wind around my neck as she pulls me closer to her. Lifting her into my arms, I turn and walk toward the bed. Mila wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel her wetness as she rubs her body against me. I drop her in the middle of it and grab her panties. I bunch up the fabric at her waist, then eye her quickly. “How attached to these are you?”
“They’re just underwear, Kash. I?—”
I don’t wait for her to finish. I rip them off her body and bury my face between her thighs. Mila lets out a scream so loud I think the people at the boardwalk heard her. Her hands go into my hair, tugging the small band out of it. As soon as the strands are loose, she groans and swears, grabbing a chunk of it. I remove her hands from my hair and pin them on the mattress. Slowly, I slide my tongue up her slit, loving the way mywifetastes.
I nip her thigh, leveling her with a heated look. “Leave your hands where I put them. If you move them, I’ll stop.”
Her movements are jerky as she quickly nods against the sheets. When her hands don’t move, I slide two fingers into her tight channel, then rotate and crook my fingers. Her hands move to cover her mouth and that really sets me off. I pull back and rest on my knees. “What did I tell you,Mila?”
“Not to move my hands.”
