Page 12 of Seven Year Itch

"They're..." She cleared away the frog of desire clogging her throat. "They're a matching set."

His eyes bore into hers, heated and stormy with hunger. He applied pressure with his finger, pressing it into her abdomen. "Step back, Ali."

She took a step back, and his nostrils flared. She knew he liked when she followed his demands without protest.

"Another."

It was a sharp command that had her nipples tightening and her sex clenching. She took another step back.

"One more, baby." He went back to using a husky, low tone, and she wasn't sure which one excited her more.

She took another step, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the bed.

"Now sit and spread your legs."

He stepped in closer, and she had to tilt her head back to watch from her seated position as he shrugged from his jacket then tossed it on the bed beside her. His long, strong fingers next tackled the knot in his tie, loosening it and undoing the top three buttons of his shirt before moving on to his cuffs, after which he rolled up his forearms.

Garrett squatted between her parted thighs, and she followed his movements, keeping him in sight. His pointer hooked under the gusset of her panties, exposing her to his greedy eyes.

They licked their lips simultaneously.

"Pity, I said I would only touch you with one finger. I find myself suddenly craving a taste. But wait." He slid a finger through her folds and entered her wetness. Pulling his finger back out, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. "Problem solved."

God, that was hot. She licked her lips again, craving his. She loved what he could do with his mouth. Lips that looked hard but were incredibly soft with the bottom one a bit fuller than the top. His tongue, a warm, slick, powerful muscle that loved to tease her mercilessly. His teeth he used, not to inflict pain but exquisite pleasure.

An arrogant smirk formed on said mouth, as if he could read her thoughts, before his finger was back, slipping into her and curling to find the spot he knew drove her wild.

"So much I can do with just one finger." He pulled his finger back out, slick with her wetness, and slid it down into the seam of her ass.

She knew his objective. He knew she liked it. There hadn't been much they haven't tried in their seven years of marriage, but his progress was hampered by the bed. With a growl, he commanded, "Lie back."

He hooked the waistband of her panties, pulling down one side before doing the same to the other. Once past her hips, they easily slid the rest of the way down her legs.

She wasn't sure who this one finger thing was more torturous for—him or her.

"Feet flat on the bed, legs wide. I'm going to make you come now. I'm so fucking hard, I need to be inside you."

Guess that answered her question.

His finger went straight for her clit. Yeah, he wasn't fooling around now. He circled it, applying pressure. "Come fast for me, baby. My cock wants to come out and play." His voice was laced with the edginess of his impatience.

She raised her hips off the bed, wanting closer to his touch. "I need more than just your finger."

"No, you don't."

He kept at a steady rhythm, and she felt her climax building. "Oh, God, it's starting. Don't stop what you're doing."

"I wasn't planning on it." He sounded a bit distracted, and she caught him working at the waistband of his slacks in her periphery.

She closed her eyes and rolled her hips to the tempo of his finger as her orgasm crested, hovering right at the edge until with a shout of his name she spiraled down.

She felt him slam into her, and she opened her eyes to find his intense gaze looking down at her as the last of her orgasm milked his cock. He moved in and out, and it wasn't long before his whole body stiffened with the roar of her name punctuating his final thrust.

His mouth landed on her neck, sucking in a bit of flesh before moving to her lips for a deep kiss.

They never made it to dinner, but she did get to wear her new dress—for about three seconds.

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