“Can’t promise anything.”
“Fair.” He gets up and clears the food from the bed, placing it down on the small table in the corner of the room before coming back to the bed, climbing over me until I’m forced to lay back, sinking into the soft duvet. “You want to know what I like?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Angels in purple gloves.” His eyes widen in excitement, and I laugh.
“You want me to put it on? Now?”
“Yes.” He dips and kisses me quick before rolling over to let me up. “Get to it, wife.”
Ten minutes later, I open the bathroom door but hide behind it, slowly stretching my arm out to reveal the long, silky glove pulled up to my elbow. Then, I stretch my leg to the side until Harry sees the silver, sparkly stiletto I’ve put on for this little show. I can hear his sharp intake of breath as he realises how short this negligee is. It’s a white, sheer babydoll dress with white fuzzy trim around the bust that’s tickling the swell of my breasts where they’re pushed up beyondrecognition. I turn slightly, pushing my butt out so he can see the dress riding up to reveal the white lace beneath.
“Stop teasing me, wife,” he moans.
Stepping out completely, I link my fingers together in front of me, dip my head, and look up at him behind my lashes. “Is this okay?” I ask sweetly.
Harry stares for so long I worry he’s had some kind of medical episode. “Holy shit,” he breathes.
I tut, shaking my head disapprovingly. “Blasphemy.”
“I’m pretty sure that outfit is blasphemy,” he says in a daze.
I step into the room and come to stand between his knees. “Can I touch you?” I ask, bringing us both right back to our first night together.
Harry smiles up at me and takes my hand in his, pulling at the finger of my gloves until they come away with one gentle tug, then he does the same with the other. “Touch me.”
I dip beneath the opening in his robe to scrape my nails gently down his chest from his collarbone to his abdomen, dipping to kiss him as I go. He hooks his hands behind my knees and jerks them back so I fall to straddle him on the bed.
“You gonna ride me, baby?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Reaching between us, I untie his robe and pull the fabric away until the hot, hard length of him springs up between us. I stroke him once, twice, three times, swiping my thumb over the fat head and spreading the dribble of pre-cum that had gathered down his length. More than ready, I pull my underwear to the side and position him at my entrance, but he stops me.
“Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” I blink at him.
He rolls us until I land on my back, my head cradled in the pillows. “When we got here, it was all I could do to fuck you, but we’re doing it right, this time. I’m making you come morethan once, and when you’re nice and wet for me, when you think you can’t take any more, that’s when I’m going to stretch this perfect pussy over my cock.”
Before I can say anything to that, he crashes his mouth to mine and immediately rips my underwear from my ‘perfect’ pussy. The sound of the lace tearing loud in our quiet little hotel room. He strokes me gently, staying to the outer areas and teasing me with barely-there touches. I spread my legs wide, hoping he’ll find the wetness at my entrance and push his way inside. He doesn’t.
“Harry, please.”
His smile is downright feral. “Mmmm,” he rumbles low in my ear and my whole body shivers. “That’s right, Angel.” His voice is low and coarse, I can feel it vibrating from his chest where it presses to mine. “Beg,” he grits out.Oh God, he’s growling.
“Harry!” My poor needy pussy is clamping around nothing. Everything south of my belly button is contracting and tugging. “Harry, I think I’m going to come.”
“Is that what I do to you, wife?” His lips skim my ear lobe with his words, that deep timbre of his voice sending zaps of electricity straight to my clit. “Now, I told you tobeg.”
“Please!” I cry and he plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb pressing to my clit and I come with nothing more. “Oh God! Harry, Harry,” I chant his name in prayer.
He starts pumping his fingers, crooking them to hit that magic spot as one orgasm gives way only for the next one to crest in its place. “So, fucking beautiful.” He kisses my neck, down to my chest where my breasts are barely covered by the white mesh of my lingerie. “Are you particularly attached to this outfit?”
“Huh?” I say, too whacked out on endorphins to comprehend his words.
