Page 19 of Help Wanted: Wife

“Uh-huh. I’ll teach you later.” Belatedly he realized he’d forgotten to explain how to turn on the lights.

He drank in his fill of her near-naked body. Her rounded, high breasts were splattered with brown-sugar freckles and centered with berry nipples. Her torso narrowed to a slender waist and then flared into womanly hips. Tousled hair framed her heart-shaped face. Sultry blue eyes smiled.

Cupping a breast, he lifted it to his mouth and captured a nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her arched throat.

With lips and hands, he played with both breasts, stroking and squeezing, laving the tips, suckling gently. Desire had grown into a raging beast, but he kept it caged, didn’t want to rush this.

She slipped a hand inside his sleep pants to grasp and stroke his shaft. His balls drew up tight to his body, and sweet fire shot through him. She tugged at his drawers, and he helped her remove them.

“You really are blue all over!” Her scrutiny felt like a caress, and his cock throbbed, preening for her attention.

“You were expecting…red? Yellow?”

She laughed at herself, and the lightness of her giggle caused his heart to contract with an emotion too dangerous to contemplate. It was one thing to relish living again, but entirely different to wish for…

He banished the disloyal thoughts, escaping into the safety zone of the physical. Sex was sex. Safe. He’d had other lovers before…well, before.

He divested her of the tiny article of clothing covering her woman parts, and it was his turn to gawk. A triangle thatch of blonde curly hair covered her pubis. Caradonians didn’t grow hair down there. Fascinated, he wrapped a springy curl around his finger.

“There are more interesting parts about me than my pubic hair,” she said.

He laughed, accepting her gentle mockery with good humor. Aside from a few awkward momentscaused by the impetuous kiss, they had been in sync from the start, working together as if their movements had been choreographed. They communicated easily, matter-of-factly, honestly, comfortably. Coming from two different worlds, they’d found tremendous common ground. He loved how they teased and laughed together. Humor kept things light, kept him on an even keel. Nothing serious could develop if he kept things light.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Rolling her onto her back, he kissed her then dragged his lips to her throat, lightly sucking and nipping. “Here, maybe?” Her moan of pleasure vibrated against his lips.

Lower. “You do have a sexy collarbone.” He kissed.

“You’re silly.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, the little tug against his scalp an erotic stimulation.

Cupping her breasts, he raised them to his mouth. “Maybe you were talking about these?” He suckled on a bud. She arched her neck with pleasure.

His breath wafted over her stomach. A giggle erupted. She squirmed at his light kisses, fanning her hands out, protecting herself. “Stop. Stop. I’m ticklish.”

“Interesting.” He filed the information away and slipped lower.

Parting her thighs, he slid between her legs and covered her sex with his mouth.

“Oh my god!” Her hips came off the bed. Her hands fisted in his hair.

His gaze met hers over the mound of her womanhood. “I found the interesting part.” Every bit of her was interesting.

She pounded his shoulder. “Don’t tease.”

“Never. This is serious business,” he said and then got serious. He explored her folds with lips and tongue, homing in on her clit at the apex of her sex. She moaned and rocked her hips as he fluttered over the nub. He slipped a finger into her drenched channel. Muscles contracted around the digit and sent heat surging into his cock.

“Now, now. I need you now.” Her heels thumped his back.

He needed no further urging. Scooting upward, he guided his cock to her entrance and rocked inside. She groaned with pleasure and locked her heels over his buttocks. Air hissed through his teeth at the sweet-hot sensation of wet, tight walls closing around him.So good. So good.Seating himself, he paused, letting theerotic sensations wash over him. Muscles bunched. Blood rushed through his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut.

She shifted her hips, fitting them more tightly together. His eyes flew open to meet her passion-soaked gaze. Their eyes still locked, he moved with slow, deliberate thrusts, savoring the sensation, trying to delay the inevitable rush to rapture.

He retreated in a slow slide and pushed forward. Her channel rippled around his cock, and her face contorted with desire. “Larth…” She thrust against him. “You’re teasing again.”

“I’m…enjoying.” It was hard to form words.

She reached between their bodies to cup and caress his balls. “Me, too.”

“Not fair,” he said, more groan than laughter, thrusting in earnest, his body picking up the pace, plunging faster and faster while watching passion contort her expression, color her skin. Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed pink.

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