Page 66 of Thorns of Love
“I told you; we’re doing this all night,” I growled.
She narrowed her eyes. “Well, use words, Illias. Not your hands on my ass.”
I grinned.
“You liked it when you rode my cock downstairs.” Her cheeks flushed crimson and my dick instantly responded. I’d love to see her ass turn red too. “Now, get rid of your clothes and bend over the table.”
Her eyes followed mine to the desk where I usually did some work, then returned to look at me.
She swallowed. “Don’t you need to rest or something? At your age, it must–”
Her words faltered at my grim expression. I didn’t like to be reminded of our age difference. Normal couples wish their spouses to continue their life in happiness. Fuck that! I wanted Tatiana in life and death. Always the two of us. Together.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
She rolled her eyes, but she obeyed. Probably more for her benefit than mine. Her clothes discarded on the hardwood, she stood in front of me naked. It turned me the fuck on. I was already semi-hard making my way up the stairs, watching her sway her hips up the stairs.
But seeing her like this, there was no turning back. No sleeping tonight.
“Bend over that desk.”
“This is ridiculous,” she protested as she turned around and jutted her ass as she bent over the table. “Hands above your head.”
She shook her head. “I betyou and your friendsnever want to hear those words.”
Ignoring her jabs, I leaned down and spread her arms wide, then bent her fingers over the edge of the table. “Hold on to that, moya luna, and don’t move.”
My hand trailed down her graceful spine, lower to the curve of her ass, then I swatted her bare ass again. Her hips bucked and her toes curled.
“Spread your legs wider.”
To my surprise, she obeyed without a complaint. But the joke was on me because the moment she did, I could see she was wet. Her juices glistened, begging me to lick her clean. My cock turned painfully hard, tempting me to just slam inside her.
She was my home. Not just her body. Her heart. Her soul. Her wit.
Everything about her screamed home to me.
My hand came down on her ass again and a pleasured moan filled the room. Her pussy swelled in front of my eyes. I reached between her legs and spread them further. The scent of her arousal and roses seeped into my lungs. She turned her head and watched me with lust in her eyes.
“I want your cock,” she hissed her demand.
I kicked off my shoes, then casually started disrobing. My suit jacket. My tie. My shirt. Pants. Socks.
My cock strained for her. It always wanted her, but it was better if I made her suffer. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking the length from tip to base. With my other hand, I slide my hand over her lower back, then her round ass.
“I thought you wanted me to jerk off,” I said, sliding my fingers down between her legs and over her slick pussy.
“I don’t anymore,” she rasped. “Now I want you to fuck me.”
Smack.
“How do you ask for things?” I demanded, swirling my fingertip over her asshole. “What’s the magic word?”
“Fuck. You.” I pushed my finger gently past her tight dark hole and she gasped.
“Try again,” I purred as I withdrew my finger.
“P-please?”
