Page 145 of Their Greatest Strength

“You’re beautiful, Jamie,” I murmur.

The corner of his mouth tips up before he pulls on my thighs, forcing me to sit flat on my ass again. I keep my tongue caged beneath my teeth when he leans forward and reaches past me. He moves the orange Bateman jersey between us and then guides it over my head.

My heart flutters like it’s grown wings. I slip my arms through the sleeves, and he tugs the thin material down my body. His pupils flare, eating the vibrant blue while he takes a long look at me and pulls my hair out from where it’s become trapped beneath the jersey.

“How does it look?” I ask.

“Like it was made for you.”

It feels that way too.

Quicker than I’m expecting, he has me on my back and my pants off. I roll my lip between my teeth and watch when he rolls off the bed and works his jeans and briefs down his legs.

He doesn’t waste time. The moment he’s naked, I’m yanked beneath him, the heat from his body forming a cocoon around us.

“How do you want it, wife?” he asks, starting to kiss down my stomach.

I spread my legs wide, trying to encourage him to skip the teasing. Like always, it doesn’t work. Jamie is a firm believer in foreplay, and while I love his desire to make sure I’m alwaysready for him, I’m also horny after a single look from him. The prep isn’t necessary. I’m already dripping between my legs, probably leaving a wet spot on the duvet.

“Surprise me,” I tell him, wiggling beneath his weight.

He drags his tongue from my belly button to my pubic bone, humming deeply. His teeth scrape my skin. “There’s one position I’ve been wanting to try.”

“Do it, then.”

“You don’t want to know what it is first?”

My eyes cross when he glides his tongue further between my legs until finally, it swipes at my clit. I snap my legs shut, thighs pressing into his cheeks as he reaches a hand around to spear me with two fingers. My clit is sucked hard at the same time he curves his fingers, and I slap a hand to the mattress, moaning.

“Answer me, Blakely,” he coos.

I squeeze my thighs tighter in punishment. “I don’t care what it is as long as you give me your cock.”

Lips glossy with my arousal, he pries my legs away and pulls back. His tongue sweeps over his mouth as a smirk appears.

“Hold on to me and try not to scream. Nate’s awake downstairs,” he warns coyly.

I simply nod, trusting him not to do anything I won’t like.

With a tug, he has me sliding down the bed and bundled in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling onto him as he lifts me in his arms and carries me across the room.

His hair is long, curling at his neck as I drag my nails up and down his scalp, leaning in close to inhale his scent. When I bring my mouth to his skin and press wet, open-mouthed kisses along his skin, goosebumps rise beneath my lips.

My back hits the wall as he lines us up, the broad head of his cock slowly breaching me. I’m so slick he glides in with a thick stretch but no resistance. The pleasure is instant, stealing my breath as he continues to work himself deep.

“Every time I feel you around me, it gets better,” he admits breathlessly.

I nod quickly, gasping for air as my nails prick at his shoulders.

Once he bottoms out, he stills, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Such a snug little pussy, wife.”

“Yours,” I say on a tight exhale.

“My snug little pussy? That’s what this is?” He glides out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting forward, working it inside again. “That makes this your cock, then, right?”

My eyes roll backward when he hits my G-spot, sending sparks racing up my spine. Grinding forward still buried deep, he applies pressure to my clit with his groin, ramping up the pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan, wiggling my hips in search of more. “Yes, my cock. My husband. My . . .”

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