Page 62 of Lock 'em Down

I chuckle. “You’re something else, Knox.” I stride toward the kitchen island and place her on the edge. Then, I brace my hand behind her, splaying my fingers, as I lean into my beautiful wife and kiss her senseless.

She tightens her legs on my waist, digging the heels of her feet into my ass and dragging my hard cock along her core as she leans back.

It’s as if we’ve finally realized we’re alone. That it’s just me and her and this house. Our marriage.

Our clothes come off quickly. Our mouths meet in a frenzy. Our hands are desperate, our touches rushed. We clash perfectly, two free spirits colliding on a slab of marble in the middle of the damn day.

My wife makes sounds I get off on. Her body responds to my touch beautifully. I unravel under the watchful gaze of her hooded eyes and wonder how the hell I got so lucky.

How the hell is this my life?

Tugging her off the island, I lay her down in the middle of the damn dining room but she turns the tables, pushing me onto my back so she can climb on top and ride me. Fuck, she does it with abandon.

“That’s it, baby,” I coax her, my palm gliding up and down the back of her thigh.

My girl finds her rhythm, she chases her pleasure, and I have the immense pleasure of watching her reach the peak and fall over the edge. “You’re too fucking much, Cami.”

She rolls her hips slowly, grinding her pussy against me until I cry out her name, jack my hips up, and spill inside her. Then, she collapses on top of me and I hold her against my chest. We’re sticky and messy and deliriously sated.

“I never knew it could be like this,” she murmurs.

“Me neither,” I admit, brushing my lips over her silky hair.

“Does this part last?”

“I fucking hope so.”

“Me too,” she murmurs.

We lay like that for a long stretch of time before we both relocate to the bathroom. Under the hot stream of water in the shower, we come together again. Slowly this time. I press my wife against the cool glass of the shower and shadow her back with my frame. Through the steam, I can make out her outline in the mirror hanging across from the shower. I watch her reflection, the way her lips part, the heaviness of her breasts as they spread along the glass, how her hand clasps me behind the neck and pulls my head down. I pump in and out of her from behind slowly and witnessing it unfold through the mirror is one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

Taking her hand in mind, I move her fingers over her clit in slow, even circles. “Look how perfect you are.” My voice is low. A growl. I nip her ear and she turns her head, finding us in the mirror.

Cami whimpers.

I apply more pressure to her fingertips and her breath hitches.

“Leif.”

“Come for me, baby.” I move her fingers faster. Thrust into her quicker. “I want to feel you come apart on my cock.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, unable to look away.

I find her gaze in the mirror and hold it. It’s hazy now. We’re surrounded by steam and the shower takes on an ethereal quality that reminds me of that first night—in the club.

“Oh, God, Leif. I’m coming,” Cami cries out, shuddering. I hold her closer, banding an arm around her stomach to keep her upright as her knees give out. When she gets her legs under her, I lace my fingers with hers and place both of our joined hands on the shower glass as I pump into her from behind.

Christ, but I’m close. Watching the way her ass moves, it only takes four pumps before I’m emptying myself inside Cami. Again.

“Fuck, you drive me wild.” I kiss the nape of her neck.

She laughs, her breathing still erratic. “I get why married people take honeymoons now.”

I snort and nod against her back. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, Cam.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. “I want to be right here. With you.”

“Me too,” I admit, kissing her. It’s a long, passionate, thorough kiss that centers me in new ways.

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