Page 85 of Married with Mayhem

Even as I’m so hard I can barely function, not all the warnings in my head have been muffled.

I still won’t take everything from her. Not tonight.

But Sabrina is getting an education on how good this can feel. She’s going to understand how sexy and powerful she is.

Her hips have found the rhythm and her body moves like she was made to sit on my dick. She can use me however she wants, whatever it takes. One way or another, she’s going to come and I’m going to get her there.

It sucks like hell that the room is this dark. I’d drive a spike through my thumb for the privilege of watching her ride me.

Then again, the sight of her would be more than I can handle. I’d be stripping her shirt off, sucking her tits like crazy and shredding her panties in seconds. The only reason I’m able to keep my own willpower somewhat intact is because we’re doing this in darkness.

The darkness, I think, is important to her. She’s bolder when she can’t be seen.

She practically moaning now. Her breath escapes in a series of shudders.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper as I help her along.

Pushing. Grinding.Aching.

Torture. The best kind.

“Keep going, honey,” I urge. “You’ll get there.”

My hands dive under her shirt and find her soft skin. I want to commit every filthy act ever invented. I want to watch her crawl to me, scraping her knees on the carpet, begging to get wrecked before she screams my name.

And she’s close. So fucking close.

I feel it with every roll of her hips and sense the rise of the tide as her breathing becomes shakier. She’ll peak at any second.

The hall light switches back on.

Sabrina flinches and all I can see is her darkened outline. She’s distracted now, looking at the light beneath the door.

Her mother’s soft murmur comes from somewhere down the hall. Luca’s deep voice responds.

The light goes dark again but Sabrina is still on high alert, holding her breath.

Nope, can’t have her second guessing herself. I know what she needs and she’s going to get it.

Keeping my arms around her waist, I sit up to face her. It’s too dim to see her expression, but I can feel her body and that’s more than enough of a reward.

It occurs to me that I haven’t even kissed her yet. The wedding kiss doesn’t count. She was anxious and stiff and I barely touched her lips as a formality.

Now I’ve got her in my lap, willing and ready. This was worth waiting for. I’ll prove it.

Her hands tentatively touch my shoulders. My right hand slides up her back to hold her in place and my left hand roams over her neck, my fingertips brushing across the pulse point. As expected, her heart flutters with nervous anticipation.

The first kiss is tender and slow. Her lips are sweet and I part them with my tongue. The breathy moan in her throat has the power to undo my careful intentions. I can feel her hands, still resting on my shoulders, curl into fists.

My tongue explores her mouth with greed. I can’t get enough. The taste of her, the soft noises of pleasure vibrating in her throat, the eager way she gives in. I have no idea why I never had much use for kissing, always impatient to reach the next objective.

I’m still impatient, still ready to destroy any barrier between us and take her for myself. But kissing Sabrina just earned a top spot among my favorite hobbies and I’ll never change my mind.

Her knees tighten around my hips. She arches her back and my brain whirls in a spin cycle thanks to the way her tits are grazing my chest.

This is both torture and fucking bliss. I want to have her more than I want to live to see another sunrise.

I swore to myself that I’d go slow, that I wouldn’t have sex with her tonight. I’ll keep that promise. But this is still going to get really good and dirty before we’re finished.

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