Page 2 of Come For Me
Livie closed the distance between them, bringing her mouth to his, open and hot. Her hard nipples dragged through the rough hair on his chest, drawing moans from both of them. “You said something about a punishment?”
He eased back, ignoring her pout in favor of torturing her. “Turn around.”
His wife turned the torture right around on him, shifting her body little by little, giving him the best view of all her delectable parts before finally facing the wall.
“Hands up.”
She placed her palms on the cool tile, fingers spread. The rise and fall of her back quickened, matching his racing breaths.
“Tilt back, Livie. Give me that ass.”
Livie lifted first one foot, then the other—about shoulder-width apart, equal distance from the wall. He gave one smooth inner thigh a smack. “Wider.”
She spread for him. When she angled against the wall, her ass lifted and spread. His mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful wife ready and waiting for anything he wanted to give her. There was still so much he wanted to give her, always. He’d never be able to give her enough.
He palmed both ass cheeks. A rough massage had her lifting onto her toes.
“Dain!”
The first slap left a white print on her skin that quickly turned pink. Dain enjoyed the delicate jiggle of the plump swell before moving to the other.
Slap.
Livie moaned. So did he.
Setting up a slow rhythm, Dain savored the sight of his wife’s surrender. Outside the bedroom, Livie knew how to take control, how to lead, and did often, especially at work. She wouldn’t be the VP of Georgia Financial’s accounting department otherwise. But here, with him, she gave exactly what they both needed—her body completely open to him, her pleasure his to provide, her love so palpable he could touch it, taste it, wrap himself in it. In her. His hand landed one last time on her perfect ass, and then he dropped to his knees behind her, bringing his lips to her fiery skin, skimming along the heat as he sought the wetness he knew awaited him between her legs.
And oh, was she wet.
He slid between arousal-swollen lips to finger her clit. When he stroked his tongue along her flaming ass, Livie jumped. “Please, Dain…oh God!”
The final word slid up an octave as he penetrated her with two thick fingers. Livie always felt too tight, like she would strangle him the minute he got inside her. It took a few strokes to open her up, to get to the point where he could thrust without fear of spilling himself immediately, thoroughly, in the snug depths of her body. This time he let his fingers stretch her, using the moment to savor the heat of her skin and the soft shivers his lips evoked as he kissed and licked and nipped her firm, rounded ass.
His ass. His wife. His Livie.
His whole world.
She pushed back against him, seeking her own pleasure and his, urging him to stand and take her. His teeth caught the under curve of one cheek, nipping hard as he delivered a last smack to the opposite side.
“Oh!”
Grinning, he stood up behind her, gripped her hips, and drew her backward until her back was almost flat, until those beautiful breasts dangled at the perfect angle for his hands, until her full ass was cuddled right against his aching cock. Until she was exactly how he wanted her. And then he bent over that sleek back.
His lips traced the furrow of her spine as he cupped her breasts. When he tugged at the erect nipples, he swore she flinched. “Okay?” he asked, pausing.
With a moan Livie arched into his hands. “I’m okay. Just a little tender.”
A quick calculation told him she was close to her period. Knowing that, he took his time, teasing and pinching and tugging lightly, gentling her to the sensations. Only when her ass was grinding against him did he let himself get rough, just the way she usually liked for him to touch her.
“I could do this forever, wife,” he whispered into the skin of her shoulder before gripping the slim line of muscle with his teeth, lining himself up, and sliding all the way inside her. He stopped hilt-deep, a growl rumbling up in his chest as he struggled to keep control, to make this last as long as he could bear for it to. If he’d had any choice, he’d never leave Livie’s body. And from the way she not only accepted him but opened herself, her body clutching at his rock-hard cock as if she never wanted to let go, he knew she felt the same.
“Are you stuck?” she asked, breathless amusement underlying the words.
He ground in a circle inside her. “Maybe. Would you mind?”
“Hell no.” She groaned as his cock stroked her deep inside. “But I’d really like to come sometime today.”
“You would?” He chuckled, the act bumping his cockhead against her cervix. “Well, I live to serve.”
