Page 46 of Miss Understood

Because she’s my wife.

Fuckingmine.

I stand up and circle around her, pausing once my chest is against her back, soaking in her confidence. She knows she’s absolutely perfect, and even if she’s letting me give the commands, she’s the one who possesses me in this moment. Any control I think I have is an illusion, because I’m completely owned by her body.

“You drive me mad,” I say, reaching around her to draw a line that starts at her neck and moves down the silky-smooth skin between her perfect tits, then over her stomach before grazing the slick line between her legs. I trace her wetness, and her hips jut forward as she gasps.

“Greedy girl.” I grab her hips with my other hand and pull her against me as she lets out a moan. I tip my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Do you trust me?”

Luce relaxes her head against my shoulder, and her hazel eyes flick up at me. “Yes.”

That one word plants itself inside me, growing branches I know I’ll have to deal with later.

I undo my tie, tug it off, and slowly wrap it over Luce’s eyes. A playful grin stretches her cheeks as her vision goes dark.

“Jesse,” she says with a hint of playfulness.

I like my name in her mouth way too damn much. I’m tempted to replace it with my cock so I don’t have to think about whatever she’s stirring inside me, but I want tonight to be about her pleasure.

I spin her around, and the air rushes from her chest as I bring her lips to mine in a hard kiss before stepping away.

Slowly, I circle. Goose bumps prickle her skin in anticipation. I lift my hand and graze the back of her neck, trailing a finger all the way down her spine. Her back arches to follow it. I continue to circle, and, as if she senses my movement, her head moves to follow me, waiting to feel where my hands will land next. From her collarbone, I trace down, pinch her hard peaks between my fingers, and tug, appreciating the soft scream that escapes her lips.

I drop down to my knees in front of her and place her hands on my shoulders. “Hold on, baby,” I tell her. “You’re going to need it.”

I throw one of her legs up and over my shoulder, and I can smell her sweet arousal begging for me. When my tongue finally lands on her slick pussy, Luce cries out in a loud moan. My tongue drags all the way up to her clit, making slow circles.

Fuck, I could eat her sweetness all night, fucking her with my tongue and feeling her slick walls convulse on my mouth. I reach up and slip a finger inside her while grabbing onto her ass with my other hand and pulling her against my face. Luce’s nails bite into my shoulders as her legs start to shake. I grip her hips to hold her up as her knees weaken against my kiss.

“Jesse!” She calls out my name, and it’s never sounded so hot. “Oh, God, Jesse.”

I add another finger and steady the pace of my hand with the swirls of my tongue on her clit. Her walls milk my fingers as her hips start to swivel and she fucks my face. I draw her clit between my teeth, and with a final thrust of my fingers she comes undone around me. I chase every last wave of her climax with my tongue.

When the shaking subsides, her legs give out, and her body crumples over. I hold her through the final trembles with my finger still inside her, my mouth still on her. I hold her as if my world depends on it.

Maybe it does.

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Luce

Ijustcameonmy husband’s tongue, and I’ve never felt so good.

Jesse lifts me up and sits me down on what is probably the bed, and I’m thankful because my legs can no longer be trusted.

He finally lifts the tie from my eyes, and I blink in the dim light of the room. Who knew darkness could be so hot? Feeling every pump of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. Nothing to cloud my mind.

Every bit of worry, hesitation, and concern were stripped away with my vision.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiles, towering over me, still fully dressed when I’m completely naked. My body is sated from the orgasm, but I’m still buzzing.

Giving Jesse control is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Letting him drain the thoughts from my mind and fill it only with him. I’ve never handed myself to a man before—never wanted to. And even if it’s possible that this will shift our power dynamic outside of this room, I can’t bring myself to care right now.

I wanted to feel what it was like to give myself to someone.To him.I wanted to know how it felt to relinquish control. And I loved it.

“Hey yourself.” My eyes fall to the massive bulge of his cock fighting against his slacks.

Jesse circles the bed and grabs something from the nightstand. When he returns to stand before me, he drops a foil wrapper onto the bed beside me, and I get wet with anticipation.

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