Page 108 of Guilty as Sin

God, I’ve missed that laugh. I lower her so we’re eye level, her toes inches above the ground, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Then I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her so deeply we both go breathless.

I carry her to the nearest surface. The kitchen peninsula. When I set her on it, she spreads her knees so I can stand between them. As I glide my hands up her bare legs, she grabs a fistful of my shirt to pull me even closer. I kiss her hungrily while she unbuttons my shirt, working her way down my chest with her deft fingers.

When she pulls my shirt open, she gasps.

There’s a speck of dried blood on my undershirt. Right over my heart. I tell her it’s fine as she starts tugging off my shirts. Her medical training’s kicking in, despite the fact I keep telling her it’s fine. I must’ve accidentally scrubbed it in the shower. When I finally peel off both my shirts, she grabs my bare waist. I love the feel of her grip, even if it’s to hold me still as she inspects the small wound.

It’s not bleeding anymore. Even she can tell there’s no cause for concern. My wife’s mouth drops open. Not in horror, but surprise. Gently she places her fingertips beneath the addition to my tattoo. My anonymous visit to a West Side parlor was the only time I’ve left the penthouse in weeks. But I was desperate. I needed a reminder of her on my body.

I added a fourth leaf to the clover. It’s slightly larger than the other three, and it’s not quite touching, because it’s not a full leaf. It’s rounder and bolder. An uppercase C. And inside, smaller and lowercase, the letters o, r, a.

Cora looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

“You are my luck,” I tell her.

She pulls me close to kiss me again, running her hands along the muscles of my back. I’ve lost weight. But she still admires my strength with her touch. Caressing my abs, my arms, my shoulders.

I feel powerful again.

I grip her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the counter. This spot where I first fucked my wife. I slide my hands up her skirt to pull down her panties. My fingers find only smooth thighs, soft hips, curvy waist. When I break our kiss to look at her, there’s a devilish glint in her ice-blue eyes.

I sink to my knees in worship.

She helps me lift her skirt so it’s around her waist, her pussy bare before me. Glistening and ready. I spread her thighs a little wider, and she braces herself on the counter as I trail kisses up the inside of her thigh.

When I reach her pussy, I give her clit the lightest kiss possible. She spasms. I chuckle as I pull away, then kiss up the inside of her other thigh. When I reach her pussy again, I look up at her.

There’s glazed lust in her eyes, her pouty lips parted with need. The sight is so beautiful my cock strains against my jeans. As I lower my face to her pussy, I watch her mouth open wider with a shaky inhale. So beautiful. My tongue finds her entrance, and I lick her deep inside.

That’s when she moans.

I fuck her with my tongue until she’s gasping. Saying my name over and over. Then I lick all the way up her gorgeous slit. When I flick her clit with my tongue, she comes undone. I suck on her clit as she writhes and screams my name. I keep her thighs spread wide with my grip, feeling her muscles spasm against my strength. I guide her through her orgasm, never letting up until she slumps back, limp with pleasure.

When she’s done, I blow lightly on her clit. She spasms again. Laughing weakly, she begs me to stop, so I stand up to unbuckle my belt. Seeing her there lying on the counter, her legs spread for me, her pussy shining with the orgasm I gave her. She is perfect.

I let out a slow breath, releasing all the pent-up worry I’ve been harboring. Not just about her safety, but about her, Cora. Her happiness. Her wants. Her needs. The fact she’s now tied her happiness to me, to us, makes me grateful in a way I never thought possible.

I smooth my hands up her waist, reaching beneath her back to unclasp her bra. She tosses it on the floor. I run my hands down the length of her beautiful body as I move to stand between her knees again.

Spread before me like this, she’s undoubtedly mine. I take my time to savor the image despite my painfully hard cock.

As I return to unbuckling my belt, I’m struck with an idea. I shove my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor. My cock springs free, throbbing so badly with my need for my wife. But instead of fucking her just yet, I lift my pants from the floor to pull my belt out of its loops.

I keep my movements slow as Cora watches me. She bites her lip, and her breathing speeds up. But she keeps her thighs open, her pussy exposed to me.

Trusting me.

Trust I’ve earned.

There is nothing fucking sexier.

Carefully I wrap my belt around my hand, the buckle in my palm so the leather tip hangs loose. With my wife’s eyes on me, I dangle the few inches of leather between her legs.

Still biting her lip, she nods.

I flick my wrist so the belt slaps lightly against her pussy. She gasps and jerks a little, her tits jiggling. But she keeps her legs spread. I flick the belt again, this time making sure it slaps against her clit. And this time, she moans. Fuck, it’s the best sound in the world. I keep going. I increase my speed ever so slightly. Though the slaps never get very forceful, Cora’s clearly building to another crescendo.

I position myself between her legs as I flick my belt again and again. When she arches her back, when she screams my name, that’s when I shove my cock inside her. I rub her clit with my thumb as her pussy walls clench around me. And fuck, I’m not long for this world. Sweating with effort, I manage to contain myself as I ride my wife through her orgasm.