Page 11 of The Mrs. Clause
"But you like it better when I speak Italian… giusto, Tesoro?"
She pulled my mouth back to hers, her kiss desperate as she began to squirm under my hands. I kissed her how she demanded, with hunger and darkness, desperation and desire.
Her hands dropped to my jeans, fumbling blindly with the belt.
I tutted, stilling her hands. "Not yet, Darling. I need to taste you first."
I pressed a final kiss her to her swollen mouth then dropped to my knees. Her thighs clamped around my head as I leaned in, running my tongue across her slit.
"Nick!" Her gasp had me growling as I continued to taste her, driving my wife wild.
My wife. Mine.
My cock throbbed with unspent need, but I ignored it, focusing on the woman I loved, determined to wring from her pleasure like nothing she had known before.
She came with a groan, her thighs squeezed my head, her hands clawing at my hair, pressing me to her core.
Don't worry, Tesoro. I have you.
I lapped up the cream, relishing the tangible evidence of her desire.
"Nick… now." Collins panted, her body shaking with the aftershock of her climax. "Please, Nicholas…"
I surged up, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other reaching down to pull my cock free.
"Call me who I am to you, Wife." I demanded as I fisted my cock. Her eyes dropped, her lips parting as she took me in.
I too, was no longer a young man. My body was thicker, harder than the last time we'd been together. And my cock? Yep. Thick and impossibly hard. It had been years since I'd last tasted this woman. Last had her under me. Last thought I may have her again.
And there had never been another. Would never be another.
She lifted her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet and swollen. "Please, Husband."
I surged in, all control snapping.
Tight. Wet. Hot. Tight.
I slowed, immediately recognizing the need to ease myself in. She gasped, squirming under me, simultaneously pulling me in and trying to cast me out.
"More?" I asked, my voice barely more than a growl.
"More!" She demanded, trying to force me in.
I worked my cock in her tight little pussy, her channel slowly easing, adjusting to my length. Once satisfied she could take me, I picked up the pace.
"Yes," Collins moaned, as I leaned over her, thrusting hard. The small entry table slammed against the wall, cracking with each thrust. Collins reached up, bracing her hand against the wall, her breasts bouncing with every violent movement.
"Beautiful," I barked out, her liquid heat surrounding my cock. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Collins reached up, her eyes wild, pulling me down. I leaned in, expecting a kiss. Instead, she moved past my face, teeth digging into my shoulder. I snarled, the bite of pain destroying what little grasp I still had on my control.
"You marking me, Co? You want people to know I'm yours?" I ground into her, pulling gasps and cries from deep in her soul, praying she felt this as much as I did.
"I. Don’t. Know." She panted brokenly, her nails digging into my back.
"Yes, you do. Don't lie to me, baby. Claim me."
She thrust herself up, impaling herself on my cock. For one moment we both hovered, together in a way that felt both spiritual and elemental. Then in a clashof limbs, we both broke, clashing together as her body shuddered and clenched under mine, her pussy milking my cock in an erotic massage so incredible I had no chance of prolonging this moment.
