Page 117 of Own the Eights Gets Married
With the lace wrapped around her wrists and her body glistening in the sun-dappled light cascading in through the bungalow’s open windows, Georgiana Jensen-Marks looked good enough to eat.
He worked his way down, licking a heated trail from her breasts to her navel before settling between her thighs. Georgie writhed beneath his touch and cried out as his tongue found her most sensitive place. He gripped her ass, pressing his fingers into her soft skin, then gazed down at his beautiful wife.
He’d never tire of this view.
He tightened his grip on the perfect globes of her ass, then glanced up and met her gaze. “Are you ready for an earth-shattering orgasm,wife?”
“Are you up to the task,husband?” she asked with a sexy as sin smirk.
“You tell me,” he breathed against her tight bundle of nerves.
She gasped as he feasted on her sweet center, working her with his mouth and setting a seductively slow rhythm.
Georgie’s chest heaved with each breath as he set a pace to drive her wild. This wasn’t going to be a quick fuck—not that there was anything wrong with a quick roll in the proverbial hay. They’d started the day with a little yoga on the beach that quickly turned into an erotic downward-facing doggy-style sexual melee. But this sexcapade was not going to end in a matter of minutes.
Georgie moaned, and a surge of possessive desire coursed through his body. With her arms restrained, he had complete access. He was in charge of making every cell in her body beg for his touch.
He dialed up the pace, savoring her scent, her taste, and her heated, breathy cries.
“Jordan, I want you inside me. I need you now,” she said, gasping for breath and balancing on the edge of oblivion.
Who was he to deny her?
Sweat coated their bodies as he slid his cock inside her and released a primal growl. He gripped the top of the mattress while his other hand tightened its hold on his wife’s ass. With their bodies flush and his hard muscles meeting her soft curves, he captured her mouth in a scorching kiss.
“Jordan, please,” Georgie pleaded against his lips.
She rolled her hips, and he couldn’t hold back. The sultry scent of sex and steamy slap of skin on skin permeated the room as he rocked into her, filling her to the hilt with each thrust.
The coil within him tensed, growing taut as if he could explode at any moment.
Georgie tightened around him, calling out his name, and crashed into her release.
Pistoning his hips, he joined her, flying over the edge and soaring through an orgasmic cosmos where only the two of them existed. He couldn’t tell where his pleasure stopped, and hers began. They were one, all sweaty limbs and heated breaths—all gentle caresses and sensual, lingering kisses.
She belonged to him. Her heart was his to guard, honor, and protect. As she gazed up at him with a sweet, sated expression, his heart was home.
“You get more beautiful every day, did you know that?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Do I?” she replied through her lashes.
He drew his fingertips across her kiss-plump lips. “And every day, I find something new to love about you.”
“What did you find today?” she asked on a sated sigh.
He kissed a line to her shoulder. “This freckle right here,” he answered.
“It’s a ticklish freckle,” she replied with a giggle.
He reached over and unwrapped the lace curtains from her wrist. Georgie sank back into the pillows and stroked the back of her hand down the scruff of his jawline.
She gazed up at him. “I like you a little rough around the edges,husband.”
He ran his hands through his hair, mussing his usually coiffed style. “We can’t all have Brice-Casey-perfect hair all the time,” he joked, and Georgie shook her head as her phone pinged.
She glanced over at her cell. “It could be Irene with a Mr. Tuesday update.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Check it. I’ll get us a snack,” he said, hating to leave the cocoon of the bed but knowing she’d love an update on the sweet pup.
