Page 62 of Close to My Heart

My head felt light. “I didn’t expect this.”

My wife was on her knees sucking my cock. Her eyes were on mine as she hollowed her cheeks and took me inside her mouth. It was sexy as hell. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

There was something inherently erotic in a woman on her knees. Especially this one. We were friends. How could our chemistry be this out of control, and we’d ignored it or avoided it for years?

When her teeth lightly scraped my skin, it knocked all of the questions out of my head. I hauled her up and onto the bed. Before I moved to join her, I grabbed another strawberry and a glass of the wine. “I want to feast on you.”

“Yes, please,” she said as I lowered the strawberry over her mouth, and she licked it before taking a delicate bite.

I popped the rest into my mouth before pouring the wine over her breasts, her hard nipples, down her stomach, and between her legs. If I didn’t want it to be messy, I was going to have to get to work.

I moved between her legs, lifting her ass so I could drink the juices there. I wanted to treat all of her body with the same deference, so I licked the wine as I went.

“How does it taste?”

I lifted my head slightly to say, “It’s the perfect combination of sweet and refreshing.”

When I moved to her breasts, her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of my neck as she held me there. By the time she was clean, she was writhing underneath me.

“You want me again?” I asked her, my voice hoarse.

“Yes.” Her body arched up as if searching for me.

Not needing to grab a condom, I settled onto my knees, nudging my cock against her entrance. I’d never get tired of this. Sutton was more gorgeous than I’d ever imagined, spread out on the bed, ripe, for me to take.

I entered her in one stroke, tearing a moan from deep in her throat.

“You feel so good.”

I moved to brace my hands on either side of her head as I eased back, then plunged deep. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“Yes,” Sutton agreed as her hands wandered over my biceps, my pecs, then lower to my abs. Every inch of my skin craved her touch and attention.

She was the chocolate-covered dessert, the fine wine. She got better each time I tasted her.

But this time I wanted to see her; I rolled us so that she straddled my hips.

I cupped her breasts. I knew I’d never get enough of seeing her naked body.

She slowly lifted, then lowered herself, taking me at her own pace. I’d given up control in this position so I could watch her undulate over me.

The sight was intoxicating even as she moved at a tortuously slow pace. I shifted my hands from her breasts to her hips to increase the pace.

She leaned over me, probably to feel the friction of her body against mine and to engage her clit. Then she was shaking over me, her head falling to my shoulder.

I gripped her tightly as I thrust once deeper, then curled up so I could hold her tight as the tremors rolled through me. When I finally released into her body, I was lightheaded.

It was amazing to be able to feel everything without a barrier between us. It seemed fitting that this was the only woman I’d ever experienced this with.

I held her as her breathing evened out, her body draped over mine like a rag doll. I lowered her to the bed, climbing out so I could grab a washcloth. I had a feeling she didn’t want to move.

When I was done, I tossed the washcloth aside and gathered her into my arms.

Her fingers traced patterns on my chest. “We didn’t plan a honeymoon.”

“I took a few days off so we can do whatever we want.”

“Can you take me hiking or out on the water? I want to do things you enjoy with you. And it’s supposed to be fairly warm the next few days.”

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