Page 70 of Shoot Your Shot

After he pushes through the bedroom door, he kicks it shut behind him before charging toward our bed.

He sets me down gently and pulls off his suit jacket. In record time, he leans down again and continues kissing me before reaching down and taking my dress off, letting it fall to the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing up my shoulder. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”

Sliding his fingers to my back, he unclasps my bra and slides the straps from my shoulders and lets it fall from my body, leaving me only in a thong. His eyes drink me in, and he stares at me in such a way that it brings a tear to my eye. I don’t think I’m beautiful because he said the words. Iknowit because of this. The way that he’s looking at me.

The same way he looked at me when we were seventeen. And now, here we are, all these years later. We’ve been to hell and back, and still, I get that look.

“My wife is so perfect.” He rasps the words, thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’m right here now,” I whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you, Buttercup.”

Gently, he pushes me flat on my back, and he glides his palms up my legs and to my thighs. He stops when he touches the fabric, and suddenly, he peels my thong down and tosses it onto the floor.

Pushing my knees up, he spreads my legs and lets his eyes take me in. “There’s my gorgeous girl. Lying inourbed. Ready to be fucked by her husband,” he whispers gruffly.

I swallow down my drool when my eyes take in the huge bulge growing in his pants, all from looking at me.

“I can’t wait to watch your pussy drip all over these sheets, bringing this room back to life.”

Letting his knees fall to the bed, he inches his head closer between my thighs until his tongue flicks against my clit. It’s the smallest touch, and yet it has me crying out already.

“My favorite flavor is your pussy when it knows my cock is about to slide inside of it,” he groans between my legs, sliding his tongue deeper inside of me. “I could come in my pants just from tasting you, baby. You know I love to eat.”

“Kolt,” I moan as my fingertips tug his hair, scraping his scalp with my nails. I wrap my legs around his neck, bringing histongue deeper inside of me, and bite down on my lip. “Fuck … Kolt.”

“Greedy girl,” he muses, clearly satisfied with how turned on I am.

His tongue feels like heaven, and my head spins. Every nerve in my body is ready to explode because, finally … he’s mine again and I’m his. And that makes this so much more intense. I know I can’t stop my orgasm from hitting, even if he’s barely touched me.

His tongue hits deeper, and I choke out a moan. My hands drop from his hair, and I take hold of the sheet instead, lifting my hips from the mattress.

“Kolt … stop. I’m going to—” I try to pull away, but he holds on to me tighter.

“Let me taste it,” he grunts before flicking his tongue quickly against my clit. “Come right in my mouth, baby. I’ll lick up every ounce. I promise I’m just getting you warmed up for the night.”

“Uhh,” I croak out, moving my hips quicker against his face. “Oh my God …”

I scream when my orgasm hits, warming every inch of my body and making a shiver run down my spine. My hips continue to roll as he keeps his tongue buried deep until my movements stop. And as promised, he drags his tongue over me once more before he releases his hold and climbs above my body.

His lips crash against mine suddenly. “Taste how sweet you are, baby.” His voice is gravelly. “You taste like fucking home.” He kisses me once more. “Youare my home, Paige. My forever and always.”

My eyes water with emotion at the same time my nipples harden. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and as I twirl my tongue around it and moan, a groan escapes his lips.

Pulling back, he looks down at me, his eyes darkened. “Told you, you taste so fucking sweet,” he groans. “Everything you do turns me on, Paige Kolburne.”

To feel this wanted and this desired brings me back to the bulk of our marriage. I can’t continue worrying about if I’m going to lose him again. Right now, my heart wants this marriage. And I want my husband.

Physically. Emotionally. And soulfully.

I reach between us, unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as I can and shoving it off of him before greedily grabbing his belt, undoing it. I unbutton and unzip his pants, eager to set his cock free. He pushes himself off of me and kicks them off. When he rolls his briefs down and his steely cock stands tall, my nipples harden so intensely that it’s painful. My stomach hollows out as my eyes drink in the sight of my husband’s dick, hard and ready to fuck me.

Bending down, he reaches inside the nightstand and pulls something out. I’m about to ask what it is when he speaks before I can.

“Get me nice and wet, baby,” he grunts, palming himself as he stands by the edge of the bed. “Make this cock slide right inside your tight pussy.”

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