Page 31 of Claimed By the Silver Fox

I sink my fingers appreciatively into her ass, holding her legs apart so I can have access to every inch of her that I want. She tastes perfect, the warmth of her wetness spreading over my tongue as I circle it over and over again against her clit. I explore her with my mouth, learning every inch of her now that I’ve finally given in to my need for her once again. Her hips are rising and falling against me with every movement, and I know she s already inching toward her release, her thighs twitching on either side of me even as I keep them pinned open.

I kiss her clit slowly, twirling my tongue around her swollen nub, coaxing her delicate folds apart so I can apply direct pressure. She lets out a deep, throaty groan at the feel of me so intimately acquainted with her, and she reaches one hand down to ball it in my hair, the other still gripping the covers so hard it looks like her knuckles might bust through her skin at any moment. I let my tongue wander downward, nudging at the entrance to her slit, pushing inside just an inch or so before I draw back—a promise of what I’m going to do to her just as soon as I’ve had my fill of her pussy.

I turn my attention to her clit again, but this time with a little more purpose. I draw it between my lips and apply a soft suction, massaging her ass with my hands as I work, sending pleasure through every inch of her that I have access to. Her thighs are trying to squeeze in around me as she tumbles toward her orgasm, but I keep them open, wanting her over-sensitized, wanting her helpless in the face of all the pleasure I’m giving her.

I roll her clit between my lips and feel her body stiffen. I look up at her to find her lower belly clenched with pleasure, her hand gripping my hair so tightly I’m surprised she doesn’t pull it out at the roots. But I don’t stop, don’t hold back, don’t give her a moment of reprieve as I push her methodically toward the edge.

I need it. Need to feel her come against my mouth, need to feel her finish with my tongue on her clit. Her nails dig in to my scalp, her breath coming faster, faster, faster, until it stops and she holds it, clearly teetering at the very top of her climax…

And then she plunges down the other side, a low gasp escaping her lips as her pussy spasms against my mouth. I don’t pull back, making sure to draw out every inch of pleasure that I can, until she practically pulls me away, clearly too overstimulated to continue. Her eyes are glazed as she looks down at me, her hands reaching for my face, and she draws me into a kiss, like she wants to taste herself on my lips. I grin as our mouths find each other’s once again. This girl, she’s got a filthy side to her, a side I can’t wait to learn more of.

“Fuck me, please,” she whimpers against my mouth, having learned the rules now for getting what she wants from me. As long as she says it in that tone of voice, with that much want, with those sweet eyes gazing up at me as if she’s saying a prayer, then I’m helpless to deny her anything and everything she asks from me.

I climb on top of her, unbuckling my pants and kicking them down just far enough that I can take my cock into my hand. And then, at last, I guide myself to her slit, now soaked with her wetness, and nudge just the tip inside her.

She groans as I position myself above her, and I take her arms, pinning them over her head so I can have total control of everything that happens here. I watch her intently as I feed my cock inside of her, slowly opening her up so I can feel her slick, gripping pussy envelop every inch of me. I grunt as I ease my way into her. She feels even better than she did before—maybe it’s just because I’ve been waiting so long, holding off for so many weeks, but I swear her pussy is even better than it was the first time.

Or perhaps it’s just the way she’s looking at me right now, as she snakes her legs around me, taking control in whatever way she can. I love the way she looks at me, her eyes bleary and consumed by sheer lust, as though there’s room for nothing else but the two of us, our bodies coming together like they’ve been made for each other.

My wife. My wife. That notion pushes me even further, a feral possessiveness rising up inside of me, and I drive myself deep, starting to fuck her into the bed as she gasps and moans.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl, brushing my lips across hers, her hands still pinned above her head. Her wrists are so small that I only need one hand to keep her place, and I use the other to roam greedily all over her body, grasping at her breasts, her thighs, her ass—reminding myself of how fucking good she feels, of how there’s almost nothing I would do to get her off.

I stroke deep inside of her, slowing the pace, forcing myself to savor every moment of this. I have no idea when, if ever, I’ll let it happen again, but right now, all that matters is this.

She’s gazing up at me like she wants to commit this moment to memory, and I know just how she feels. With the long gap between our encounters, it’s hard not to feel like we need to hang on to this one with everything we’ve got. Her ankles dig in to my thighs, pushing me even deeper inside of her, and I let my full weight on top of her so I can grind against her clit with every thrust.

I press my face into her neck, and I can hear her breathing in my ear, how ragged it’s getting already as her body starts to give in to the sheer intensity of our connection. She might only have come a few minutes ago when I was going down on her, but I can hear from the edge to her breath that she’s going to come again soon, and I’ll do anything to make it happen. I stir my hips against her before picking up the pace, responding to each shift in her breathing, her voice, her thudding heartbeat against my chest.

And it isn’t long before she gives me what I want. She must know how badly I need it, and she seems unable to deny it too, as she shudders beneath me, her thighs quivering on either side of me, her pussy pulsing and tightening around me as if she’s trying to squeeze every drop from me. As soon as I feel her finish, I go over the edge myself, the sheer satisfaction of knowing that I’ve gotten her off enough to take me where I need to go too.

I groan as I bottom out inside of her, driving myself to the hilt and stilling there as my cock fills her with my seed. There’s something primal about taking her like this, no protection, as risky as I know it is. But I need to feel every part of her, the deepest, neediest parts of her that respond to me and me alone. There’s no satisfaction like it, like feeling the squeezing tension of her pussy as she comes around me, and I hold myself there for a long time, reluctant to pull back, reluctant for this to be over yet.

I finally release her hands, and she strokes them down my back, along the nape of my neck, letting her nails drag against my skin with a lazy graze. I’m breathing hard, eyes closing as I breathe her in again, hands resting on her thighs as I hold myself inside of her. I know I should pull back, but fuck it, when she feels this good, there’s no damn reason to.

By the time I finally ease myself out of her, she’s breathing hard, her face flushed, her dress laid open on the bed around us. And she watches me as though there’s still something on her mind.

I look over at her, brow furrowed. “What is it?” I ask her, and she reaches for me, tangling her fingers with mine. Even after what we’ve just done, there is something oddly intimate about it, something closer and more intense than anything we’ve shared before.

“Will you stay with me here tonight?” she murmurs, her eyes brimming with hope.

At once, something in me softens. “Of course I will,” I reply, without thinking.

I’m sure it will raise some eyebrows among the staff, but fuck it, I’m the one calling the shots here. And besides, she’s my wife. Shouldn’t I be sleeping next to her every chance I get? I’m not going to let anyone cast judgment on it, that’s for goddamn sure.

As I lie down beside her, I reach to pull her into my arms—she shrugs off the dress and snuggles against me, and soon I hear her breathing start to smooth out as she begins to fall asleep. I run my hand through her hair absently, watching the pulse of her vein beneath the skin of her neck. And as I watch her rest, it strikes me that this is the first time I’ve slept next to a woman in a long time. It was a rule I’d put in place a long time ago, intended to keep anyone who came close to me safe…

And yet, she has been able to make me break it like it’s nothing. I’m starting to get the feeling that there are many, many things she could ask me to do that might go against what I know is best for me…

And I don’t give a single damn about any of them. Not as long as I get to lie here in bed and hold her.

15

JULIA

“Come on, sit down,” Antonio tells me as he guides me into the dining room, the table laden with breakfast food. I chew my lip as I cast my eye over it, not sure if it’s morning sickness that has gotten me feeling so uneasy, or if it’s just the fact that I know I still have to come clean to him about what I was meant to tell him last night, but got entirely distracted from.

Being with him again, it’s…it was even better than it was before, if that’s possible.