“I envy your hand,” she said, her voice throaty. She parted her lips, in a beam of approval, and a wave of male pride washed overhim.
Jesus. A pang of dizziness hit his head, as his blood rushed to the one part of him that could never lie to her. “I think my hand will envy your mouth prettysoon.”
“Come here, Jack. Let me taste you. It’s been far toolong.”
Jack erased the gap between them, standing in front of her. She scooted on the bed and pulled his hungry cock in her mouth before he even had a chance to lay next toher.
He thrust his fingers into her hair as she slid her tongue along his shaft—up and down. She squeezed his balls, and he felt his essence dribble from the tip of hiscock.
“Hmmm.” She hummed. “You’re delicious. Can I have somemore?”
Pulling her hair from her face, he groaned. She was the death of him, and damn the woman, she knew it. She perched both hands on his buttocks, and he started to piston himself into her naughty mouth, inside and out, just like he craved to do to her pussy.
She took him, all of him, sucking him longer as if she wished she could keep it there forever. He slipped out then plunged into her, his cock tingly and the blood pounding heavy insidehim.
“I’m coming baby,” he warnedher.
She squeezed his balls tighter, and then took him deep into her mouth. The go-ahead. Throwing his head back, he spilled himself into her, his body spasming from the top down. If his feet weren’t firm on the floor, pushing against the carpet, he would have fallen on hisback.
Grunts floated up his throat and he didn’t even try to suppress them. Having her swallow him had been the sexiest thing yet—even as she continued to lick him, her tongue lazily lapping every remaining drip from his semi-hardcock.
“Bend over.” It was not a suggestion.
She flipped on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. He took a long breath, and his heart heaved. Growling, he nudged his cock in her entrance, sliding the tip up and down to tease her. He smiled. She was abundantly wet, and, leaning over her, he flicked her pulsing bud. She let out a moan, and he felt rather than saw her shiver.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”
“I’ve missed… this,” he said, even though a crazy voice inside him urged him to say the truth at least once. You. I’ve missed you. How could he, though? They were experiencing the same crazy good attraction they did before they married—but this time, all cards were on the table. No expectations. No heartache.
She squirmed, her sex grinding into his hand. “Metoo.”
If she only knew how hot she was… her hips undulated, as her sexy moans filled the air. The scent of feminine arousal swirled into his nostrils, and he inhaled with gusto.
His cock quickly showed signs of excitement, and he celebrated by stroking her buttocks. Amazing.
Unable to resist, he swatted her ass a couple of times, desperate to brand her with his palm. Tonight, she belonged to him. There could be no doubts.
“I want to come with you, Jack,” she whispered. “Fillme.”
Fill me. He groaned. An insane urge to take her assailed him, and there was no way he would fight it. His cock throbbed, engorged and aching.
He parted her pussy lips and positioned himself inside. His heart drummed in his veins. He hadn’t lied to her. This wasn’t just fucking. Heck, who cared what it was? He plunged into her, and a sense of completion flowed through him. This. This was where he belonged. Where he’d always wanted to belong.
He drove his cock into her again and again, filling her and losing himself to the intensity of their connection. This wasn’t fucking, his mind warned him as they finally crested over the edge of reason together. This was so much more than sex. And that was what he’d been trying to avoid all along even as she called his name and emotion tugged deep in his heart.
