Page 112 of A Little Naughty

“I’ll wait out here so I’m not tempted to re-injure you.”

It doesn’t take me long to clean up, and I’m sitting on the bed with a towel around my waist as she carefully removes the bandage covering my wound. The stitches are out, and it’s healing really well, but her eyes still mist as she does it.

I touch her cheek, thinking how fast it all went wrong. How quickly I could’ve lost everything because of one stupid decision.

She clears her throat as if to banish the bad memories. “What does Martha have you doing now anyway?”

“I’d already finished most of the construction, so we’re painting, doing trim work. That kind of thing.” She finishes taping me up and sits in front of me on the bed, sliding her hands in mine. “I think I’ll visit my dad tomorrow… and my brother.”

Pretty blue eyes lift to mine. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“No.”

I don’t leave any room for discussion, and she fights a smile. “Okay.” Squeezing my hand, she looks up at me. “Just know I’m there for you if you want me to.”

“I know.”

“I really liked my Valentine’s Day wish.” She scoots forward, straddling my lap.

I trace my finger along the side of her cheek, moving her hair behind her ear. “I wanted everyone to know how I feel about you. I wanted it published in the paper for the historical record.”

A smile curls her lips. “Does this mean you want to stay married a little while longer?”

My hands slide up her thighs, to her ass beneath her skirt. Her hips start to rock, and she leans down, holding my face in her hands. Her eyes are hooded, and she rubs her pussy over my growing erection.

“Yes.” I squeeze her hips.

She rises onto her knees, opening the towel and stroking my dick. “Yes, what?”

Pleasure surges through my legs, and I catch the back of her shoulders. “We can keep this going.” I groan, pulling the skin with my teeth. “You still have to adopt Nikki, and I’m a man of my word.”

Lying back on the bed, I roll us so I’m above her.

Her eyes light, and she lets out a little yelp. “Careful!”

“Don’t tell me to be careful.” Bending down, I capture her lips with mine, pulling the top one with my teeth before swiping my tongue inside to taste her. “I want to fuck my wife.”

She reaches down to guide me inside her, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her balls-deep, we both exhale a sigh. Then we start to move.

We rock together, and I slide my hand between us, massaging her clit as we move up and down. Her back arches, lifting her breasts to my mouth.

I bite and suck her taut nipples, dragging my tongue across her body as she twists and moans beneath me. It’s slow and sensual. She’s so beautiful, I have to close my eyes, but I can’t escape the intense pleasure surging through my veins.

I’m hypnotized by her, and before long, I’m picking up speed, unable to hold back. My knee rises, and I go deeper, ignoring the pinch in my stomach as my muscles flex, as primitive need overrides everything else.

Her moans turn ragged, and her stomach begins to quiver. She grinds harder, and it’s not long before I feel her coming around my dick. With a low groan, I release, holding her body as I pulse again and again.

My cheek is against her throat, and her soft breasts are against my chest. The scent of flowers surrounds us, and when I trace my fingers down her back, she shivers and exhales a laugh.

“I love you.” She says it so simply.

It’s the second time she’s told me today, and I lift my head, moving higher, so I can slide my hands down the sides of her face. I wrap her in my strong arms and hold her close enough to become a part of me. Because it’s what she is now. It’s what she’s always been.

Leaning down, I kiss her lips. I kiss her cheek, and I hold her beautiful eyes with mine.

“I love you,” I say, making a solemn promise. “I love you, and I always will.”

* * *

---