Page 31 of His Secret Wish

She tasted herself on his tongue, the idea sending another shiver through her. It was always so naughty, but oh, so good. She wrapped herself around him, pulling him down so he was completely on top of her. Although he outweighed her by a lot, she always liked the feel of him over her. It made her feel safe, secure.

He stared down at her, and balanced on his forearms. His eyes were a dark blue, the pupils almost completely overshadowing the iris. His lips were swollen, the bottom one fuller than the top. She brushed her fingers against his cheek, his jaw, and he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

Her heart ached with such bittersweetness. He looked so young, and yet like he’d aged a thousand years in the time they’d been apart. So much of the world balanced on his shoulders, it was a wonder he could even stand straight. It was so much, and she knew it cost him a lot, even before their marriage ended.

She leaned up and captured his lips again, this time in a soft, sweet kiss. The kind of kiss that told him she saw him, knew who he was even behind the gruff, annoyed facade he showed to the world, and accepted him. That even now, a part of her still loved him.

He cradled her head in his hands, tilting it so he could deepen the kiss. So much for soft and sweet. His tongue invaded her mouth, seeking and demanding. And who was she to deny him, especially after the orgasms he’d just given her. She hadn’t come that hard in years. Not since the last time they were together.

She kissed him back, her own tongue sliding against hers, letting him know how much she appreciated the way he’d gone down on her. But there was a better way to show him how much she appreciated him. And she wasn’t going to lie, the idea of having him in her mouth, making him lose control, was heady and empowering.

She trailed her hands across his shoulders, down his sides. Except, he was wearing far too many clothes for what she had in mind. Starting at the top, she unbuttoned his dress shirt, spreading it open as she went. The heat from his skin practically burned her fingers. When she got to the bottom, she pulled his shirt out of his pants, and then slipped it over his shoulders. He pushed himself up so he could yank it off and toss it on the floor.

His pecs and abs were well defined, even more so than when they’d been together. Clearly, he’d been putting in a lot of time doing manual labor at the ranch. Not that he’d ever skimped on doing hard work before, and it had always given him a nice body. But this was beyond that. This was tongue-on-the-floor, I-think-I-might-be-drooling hot.

The light dusting of dark hair on his chest thickened around his bellybutton before it disappeared under his waistband. She swallowed hard and licked her lips.

He groaned. “Oh, mi cariño, you’re killing me.” He slid his hand into her hair and tilted her head up to look at him. He was so beautiful she could hardly stand it.

She sat up and pushed him onto his back, maneuvering them so they were in the center of the bed. Laid out like a banquet, just for her. She shuffled over and threw her leg over his hips so she was straddling him. Her core came in contact with his erection and they both moaned.

But, as much as she loved sitting here, staring at him, this was not what she wanted to be doing. She rubbed against him one last time for good measure and then grabbed his belt. The clinking of the buckle sounded loud in the quiet room. She pulled it from the loops and tossed it on the floor.

Her fingers fumbled with the button—a little fear mixed with anticipation made them slightly numb. She got it undone and then lowered the zipper. The backs of her fingers brushed against his hard cock, which was still trapped in his dark gray boxer briefs. He grunted, and his hips jumped.

She grabbed the waistband, making sure to grab his underwear, too, and pulled everything down in one swift yank. He lifted his hips to help her. His cock sprang free, bouncing against his belly. The head was covered with his foreskin, but she imagined it was dark in color, aching to be touched and licked.

She could hardly wait.

Shimmying down the bed, she pulled his pants and his boxers off his legs and tossed them on the floor. His socks were next, and then he was gloriously naked.

She let her gaze travel from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and then rebound to zero in on his cock. It was hard and straining, just begging for her to touch and to taste. She crawled up the bed, her mission outlined in every line of her body. Her gaze was locked on his cock, and he sucked in an audible breath.

When she got closer, she pushed his thighs wider and lowered herself to the bed, mostly so she’d be more comfortable while she played. Because she was going to play, and play hard.

She slid her fingers around his cock. It was like stone encased in silk, hard and yet smooth. His hips flexed, and he made a small noise. One side of her mouth twitched. Not so fun when you were the tease, huh? Then again, maybe it was. She couldn’t deny the rush that being teased until you were almost out of your mind brought.

Time to put the theory to the test.

She licked her palm and then grabbed him again. Slid her hand up and down his length, pulling back his foreskin on the final downstroke. As she’d imagined, the head was a dark purple, liquid seeping from the tip. She hummed and leaned forward. He sucked in a noisy breath, his muscles tight with what she could only guess was anticipation. The silly, silly man. Payback was a bitch.

Puckering her lips, she blew a soft breath against the head of his cock. It twitched in her hand, and he made another noise, part frustration, part ecstasy. Completely hot. Her pussy clenched, needing him in ways she never had before. More pre-come oozed from the tip of his cock.

“You’re going to tease me forever, aren’t you?” He kept his voice low and lifted himself up on his elbows so he could watch her. There was a bit of strain in the lines of his face, but his eyes were filled with heat.

She kept her gaze locked with his and licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip in one long swipe of her tongue. His ass clenched. A growl rumbled through him. Being the one to bring him to this was heady and intoxicating. And incredibly hot. She rubbed her thighs together, needing the friction to ease the ache building between them.

Even more pre-come spilled out, and unable to resist any longer, she swiped her tongue across the head. The salty, earthy flavor burst across her taste buds. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, his fingers clutching at the blankets beneath him. His head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat.

She bent forward, taking him into her mouth. He groaned again, his hips flexing, pushing him deeper. She took it in stride, moving with the motion. The hot, hard length of him was way too much for her to take all of him, but she covered the base with her fingers to keep from choking. She bobbed her head, finding a good rhythm. Sucking hard on the way up, swirling her tongue around the head when she got to the top.

Just how he liked it.

“Oh, God, Izzy,” he said, his voice cracked and broken. “It’s so good... so good...” He swallowed hard. “It’s been so long. So long.”

She paused and pulled up, the words slamming into her like a truck. Was he saying he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time? As in, he hadn’t slept with anyone in the time they’d been separated? The rumors of him and Becky Lynn Collins getting cozy had been flying around town for a while now, and although she told everyone he was free to do what he wanted, secretly she’d been devastated. Had cried herself to sleep on more than one night just thinking about them together.

He lifted his head, cracked his eyes open. “You stopped.” His voice was strained. “Is everything okay? Do you want to stop?”