Page 60 of Married to the Frenemy

“You’ve spent your entire life following the demands of others. Tonight, I’m putting you first. You’re in charge. You hold all the power. You call the shots. You do what makes you happy. So tell me.” He sensually circles his hips, his erection hitting the spot between my legs where I’m desperate to feel him. “Tell me what will make you happy.”

“If my memory serves, your mouth makes me very happy. At least when it’s not talking.”

He throws his head back, his sexy laugh echoing against the walls.

“Then give me something better to do with my mouth. Where would you like it?” He dares me with his suggestive gaze.

My pulse kicking up, I touch a single finger to my lips, indicating my desire. He responds with a subtle nod before erasing the space between us. Pressing his lips to mine, he cradles my head in his hands as he takes control of the kiss. His tongue explores my mouth like a man who’s just discovered a one-of-a kind treasure, handling me with immense care and attention.

“Where else?” he asks after bringing the kiss to an end.

I tilt my head slightly, revealing the spot where my earlobe meets my neck.

“One of my favorites, too,” he hums in appreciation before lowering his mouth toward to the sensitive area, teasing it with his tongue and causing me to let out a soft moan.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulsing against him, his hard length on my clit driving me wild. And we still have the barrier of his jeans and my panties. I can only imagine how I’ll react when there’s nothing between us.

“Where else?” Beckham asks again.

This time, his voice is no longer cool and seductive. It’s needy, his breathing ragged, jaw tight.

“Between my legs, Beckham. My god, I need your mouth on me so bad.”

“As you wish.” He presses a full but brief kiss to my lips. “But first…”

He slowly inches down my frame, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. Then his eyes meet mine.

“I can’t ignore the rest of this incredible body.”

He circles my nipple with his tongue, the warmth of his mouth causing the pebbled bud to harden. As he wraps his lips around it and gently nibbles, I struggle to hold back my scream. Not because it hurts. While it’s painful at first, it pales in comparison to the raw pleasure filling me, moisture pooling between my thighs.

Nothing has ever felt so damn incredible. I knew it would be different than when we were teens. But I didn’t think it would feel this good. Didn’t think it was possible.

Beckham continues his exploration of my body, giving my other nipple the same treatment before snaking down my torso. When he reaches my stomach, I instinctively tense up. My stretch marks aren’t nearly as pronounced as they once were, but they’re still there, as well as a tiny pouch below my stomach that wasn’t there the last time we did this.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs like he did when he first removed my dress.

His lips worship me as they scrape against each bump and ridge. When he finally settles between my thighs, I lift my hips, expecting him to take off my panties.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his hand to my stomach, gluing me to the bed. Then he covers my center with his mouth.

“Beckham, please,” I pant and buck against him, out of my mind with lust.

“Please what?”

“You’re killing me.”

“This is what you asked for. You said you wanted my mouth between your legs. This is between your legs.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I whine. “I need your mouth on me. On my pussy. Not on my panties. I need your fingers inside me. Need your tongue on my clit.”

“That’s my girl.”

He grips my panties and slides them down my legs before returning to me, his eyes meeting mine.

“That’s my wife,” he growls in the seconds before he drags his tongue up my center.

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