Page 10 of Honorable Sins

Mick breaks his mouth from mine and looks down at my naked breasts flushed with arousal and tipped with nipples as hard as diamonds. "Perfect."

I rock, sliding my intimate flesh against his hardon, spreading my arousal over him and teasing myself with a touch that sends jolts of bliss through me but is not enough to make me come.

Mick grips my hips and pushes me backward so even that stimulation is denied me.

I rip my lips from his. "Michael!"

It's a plea and a complaint.

But he's moved by neither. Emerald green eyes glitter back at me. "You will take what I give you."

Panting with need, I shake my head. "I want to touch you."

"You are touching me, a chiste is a stór. Here…" He brushes along where my thighs connect to his still fabric covered legs, but he spreads them a little so there's no chance my most sensitive flesh will come into contact with them.

"Please, Michael." My voice is drenched with the desire crashing through me in waves.

"And here." Cupping my face with both of his hands, Mick's mouth presses against mine, molding my lips and seeking entrance with his tongue.

Only when I give it does he release my face and slide those clever hands down my body, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake.

It's a darn good thing we have the children's room monitoring systems set to let us know if one of them leaves their room is my last coherent thought for a while.

Mick kneads one breast while his other hand squeezes my backside, but every time I try to shift forward, he stops me.

My Irish sociopath plays my body like a virtuoso, making it sing with pleasure, but when he zeroes in on my nipples, the pleasure turns into a full orchestra. He plucks. He pulls. He pinches. Then he spends long seconds feathering his fingertips over my aching flesh only to go back to stimulating them with harsher touches.

Whining against his lips, I cant my hips, finding no relief from the air moving along my nether lips.

But Mick's in no hurry to bring me completion.

Or he's determined to do it with nipple stimulation. He's done it before. Many times. I'm that sensitive.

But it takes a lot longer than when he massages my clit.

I don't want to wait and rip my mouth from his. "Plea—"

His mouth slams back against mine and he nips my lower lip in warning.

My whole body shudders and the feelings inside me ratchet higher and higher until he pinches my nipples harder than he has yet and my womb contracts in a heart stopping climax.

I'm still in the rictus of orgasm when he shifts my body and spears me with his oversized erection.

The sensation of tender flesh stretching to accommodate him prolongs the agony of pleasure rolling through me. My husband doesn't even give me a second to come down but starts thrusting upward, driving my ecstasy to the next level.

When one hand leaves my breast and slips down my body so he can press his middle finger against my pucker, I explode again, my husband's marauding mouth stifling my scream of joy.

Seconds later his hot cum bathes my insides as I flop forward, totally spent.

Holding me close, Mick rubs my back and brings me down from my orgasmic high.

We stay like that until I start to doze, not caring that my hands are still tied with my underwear. I think I'll just sleep like this.

But of course, Mick doesn't let me. He unties the underwear and massages my wrists while I'm in my semi-awake state before carrying me into our bathroom where he soaks with me in our oversized tub, the jets sending gentle bubbles over my super sensitized flesh.

I fall asleep before he carries me to bed, but I know he did, because when I wake up the next morning, that's where I am.

In my husband's arms.