Page 42 of Ruthless Financier
Her arms wrapped around me and I knew she was ready.
My cock sprung out in attention, but I ignored the need, pressed my head to hers and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just be gentle with me,” she said, and then pressed her lips to mine.
Her kiss always sent a thrill in my veins, but this afternoon it was more, much more.
My heart rate increased at her words, and her kiss blocked out the world. I needed this. With her I was myself, with no goals or plans.
She wrapped her arms tighter around me and I embraced her. I needed her.
As she ended the kiss and walked to the bed like she was nervous, she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
No regrets. I followed her into the bed and gently caressed her ass, kissing it.
She let out a small laugh as my hand rolled up her body. Her sweet rosy scent washed over me. She glanced at me and my fingers traced her abs and I kissed her again. She tasted better than cake.
Her eyes fluttered closed and I caressed her breasts, feeling the hard nub under her bra. I kissed her shoulder.
Damn she tasted sweet. My own muscles tensed with anticipation.
She wanted this, but I went slow. Deliberately. I continued to kiss her back and neck as I unsnapped her bra.
Her nipples were like bullets as I released them and her breathing went faster.
The cute blush on her face made my lips curl. This was only the beginning. She had to know that.
Blood flowed to Big Jake, but I only kissed her.
She let out a moan and I brushed her back. If she said no, we’d stop. I caressed her breasts and lowered my lips to suckle them.
She let out a soft sigh and let me as she laid down.
Good. So far, we repeated last night, but this afternoon, I needed more.
Tension racked through me, but I continued to lower my kisses on her and pushed aside her cotton panties to lick and kiss her outer flower.
Her moans grew louder, but I kept up my manipulations to ensure she was ready.
She tasted more of her natural essence and her blush grew. Her breasts jiggled and swelled even more, the same as my testicles.
Satisfaction was almost here, if she continued to be a good wife, like right now.
The word hit me fast. Wife.
Maybe this was why I’d waited for her. If she was my wife for real, then she deserved to be treated better than any other woman.
So I used my tongue, teased and tasted her labia and clit, which retracted in a pulse as she moaned.
Good.
A wife was for life, normally. Not a short-term contract. And I never thought I’d want a real one … until Indigo.
No one else had treated me like a person, more than a means to cold hard cash.
Now my heart rate sped up again, but I kissed her lips while my index finger slipped inside her.
She was ready, and like she knew my thoughts, she moaned her agreement.
