Page 52 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“Michael,” she pants.

I feel as if I’m going to burst through my pants. How does she do this to me? The breathy sound of her voice calls to something deep in my groin.

Reaching for her long, silky legs, I run my hands up them as I continue to kiss my way down her body. I push the short dress up over her ass, revealing her black panties underneath. I should stop this. I know I should, but I can’t find it in me to do so.

This is my wife, and I want her. I want her so fucking bad. I want her to feel my love.

Sitting back on the bench before her, I reach for the waistband of her panties and hook my fingers in to peel the fabric away from her body. I look up and find her eyes right away. Reaching between her legs, I then find her wet center and begin to coat my fingers with her juices.

She’s so wet for me. I play with her little pussy, making her cry out my name. However, that’s not enough for me. I need to taste her.

I scoot forward and toss her legs over my shoulders. Leaning in, I inhale her delicious scent. It’s a mix of cocoa butter and champagne. Whatever fragrance her body lotion is should be banned from her possession. She smells of pure sin.

The need to devour her is overwhelming. I can’t hold back any longer. I glide my tongue through her juicy lips and groan as her flavor bursts on my tongue.

Grasping a tight hold of her waist, I keep her hips rocking against my face. She arches her back and rides my face as I consume her sweet pussy. I have never been so ravenous.

“Michael.”

The way she sings my name drives me over the edge. I move my hands to her curvy tight ass and squeeze. I hum into her as her legs begin to shake on the sides of my head.

“Oh,” she gasps.

I glance up to see her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her lips form anOshape. Her body is convulsing as she rains into my mouth. I begin to kiss my way back up her body to take her lips.

She grasps my ears as I take her lips in a searing kiss. I’m so lost in the kiss it takes a moment for me to register the popping sound behind my head. I pull back and look at her.

“What’s wrong,bella? Are you all right?”

“I … I. Excuse me, I need to go upstairs,” she says, pushing to get free from my embrace.

I stumble back and allow her to go. Feeling like an asshole, I flop onto the bench as she races away. What the fuck did I just do?

Oh my God, I’m an idiot. I drop my head in my hands and tug at my hair. That was incredibly stupid.

I just royally fucked up. All she wanted was her first kiss. Why couldn’t I give her that and walk away?

“Fuck, fuck,fuuck.”

Symphony

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you run? Why did you ruin everything?

As I rush into my room and kick my heels off, I already know the answers. I’m not ready. As the lust began to clear away, and I tasted myself mixed with the alcohol on Michael’s tongue and lips, my thoughts became clear.

What if he regrets everything in the morning. It was better we stopped before he had even more to regret. I will never forget my first kiss and everything that came after.

That was amazing. I didn’t know my body could feel like that. It’s still buzzing from his touch.

“What have you done, Sim?” I huff as I climb into the empty tub while still fully dressed.

I wrap my arms around my legs, and I try to process what just happened. I don’t know how I’m going to face him in the morning. I’m so embarrassed.

“Just great. I really fucked this one up,” I grumble and gasp, slapping my hands over my mouth.

I sigh. It’s time I go to bed. Today wasn’t one of my best.

CHAPTER 27

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