Page 93 of Love Without Control

“What do you need now?”

“You,” she replied, and I wasted no time, immediately shifting until my back was against the padded headboard, completely shedding my towel until I was naked. The panties were still down around her thighs, impeding her from spreading her legs, so I ripped them off and tossed them on the floor. She gasped but her eyes met mine with a fierce blue blaze.

“Then take me, wife. I’m all yours.”

Eden rose on her knees and straddled me, taking my length in her hand and using the tip of me against her clit. “Goddddd,” she moaned, tilting her head back as she worked me against her hot button. “I could come just like this.”

I clutched the hair at her nape and pulled her head forward until we were nose to nose. “No, you come with your cunt wrapped around my cock or not at all,” I growled, lifting my hips in invitation.

She gasped, eyes widening for a split second before they hooded with desire. Then she notched herself on the head of my erection and rotated her hips in tiny circles, coating me with her slickness. On a sigh, she slid down my dick a couple inches, and her pretty lips parted.

I was fucking hooked even though I was barely inside her. My eyes fell to her mouth and watched her tongue toying with that tiny scar on her bottom lip. With a mind of its own, my ass lifted off the mattress and took her fully, pulling a grated sound from the back of my throat.

“Goddamn, you’re tight.”

The most beautiful flush of pink rushed up Eden’s chest and neck until her cheeks were rosy. “Penis,” she breathed as she stretched around me. “So. Much. Penis.”

Chuckling, I lapped at her lips with my tongue. “You can take me, Wildcat.” Then I breached her mouth, taking it in a long, hot kiss where our tongues tangled around each other. My wife’s hands trailed over my shoulders and into my shoulder-length hair, twisting around the strands until she had a firm grip.

Then, with our mouths sealed together, she began to ride me. Our sounds melded together, both of us lost in the pleasure of raw, carnal fucking as Eden set a seductive rhythm. I gripped her with both hands, my thumbs resting on the front of her hips.

When she pulled her lips from mine, her eyes were glazed in arousal. “Yes, Dane. I like when you touch me right there.”

Our lips were separated by only an inch, and we shared each other’s air as our bodies moved together in an age old cadence of lust and need, each of us giving and taking.

I angled my head, kissing her bottom lip before sucking that little scar into my mouth for a second. “Fuck me like you hate me, Wildcat.” Making my way across her cheek, I bit her earlobe and whispered, “But I think we both know you don’t.”

Her hips jerked, and her fingers tightened in my hair to the point of pain, but I reveled in it because she began moving with a furious pace, taking my length like she was made for me. She whimpered and panted as I feasted on the side of her neck, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving my mark over and over. All the while, my thumbs stroked the tender spots on the front of her hips because she said she liked it. And if my wife liked something, I was goddamn well going to give it to her.

She was so wet, her juices dripping down my balls, and I felt her tightening around me. I knew she was about to explode even before she cried, “I’m… coming.”

“Yessss,” I hissed, fucking up into her without an ounce of finesse, but Eden was taking every thick inch of me without complaint. We were nothing more than animals as we both neared our climaxes, needy beasts who were sating their most primal desires. “Squeeze my cock in that tiny pussy of yours, baby girl. Give me everything you got.”

Eden threw her head back, arching until her perfect tits were right in my face. I took full advantage, wrapping my lips around one nipple and sucking in hard, quick pulls. Her body shuddered into an orgasm that threatened to break my dick in two.

While my mouth moved to her other breast, I kept my eyes cast upward, watching her, and I swear on everything holy, I’ve never seen a more breathtaking sight than Eden in the throes of her release.

Skin flushed and slightly mottled. Full lips parted. Eyes closed. Neck taut and bearing bruises from my mouth. She looked wild and free and goddamn gorgeous.

I was fucking barely hanging onto my own control, my body trembling with the effort to wait until she was done. When her trembling subsided, she tilted her head down and met my eyes with soft blue ones. Her pussy was still fluttering around my length when she gave me a deep grind.

“Your turn,” she announced, swirling those sexy hips again, letting me feel every tight inch of her.

My gaze flicked down to the small implant in her upper arm, the one she’d gotten a month ago to help with her periods. “Can I come inside you?”

The lines of her face were soft and content, and she kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes. I trust my husband.”

That statement undid me, and I lost my shit, holding her hips with bruising force as I pistoned up into her. My voice held every ounce of strain my body was feeling.

“Fuck, Eden. You have the most perfect pussy. Made for me.” On a groan, I spilled into her, bare inside a woman for the first time ever. Nothing had ever felt more right.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I carried her into the bathroom so she could take a post-coital pee while I cleaned up and picked up a small bottle. Back in our bedroom, I turned her onto her stomach and smoothed lotion all over her backside.

She smelled so fucking good, like sex and honey, and I ran my nose all over her ass before spreading her cheeks and slipping my face between her legs. She gasped when I flicked my tongue over her back entrance.

“What are you doing, Dane?”

“Cleaning my wife.” I lowered my focus. “One more,” I begged, softly licking her clit.

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