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He smirked, and the sight soothed me. “Would you…?” He trailed off, his fingers trembling as he pushed strands of damp hair off my forehead. “Would you do it again?”
“I want to do it all with you,” I whispered, repeating my words from earlier. “As long as it’s only me you’re doing it with.”
He hugged me tightly, and I felt more than heard his relieved breath.
“Good.” His eyes softened as I gazed up at him. “Because I don’t know what I was thinking when I proposed celibacy.”
His unique scent engulfed me when he stood up, never letting me go, and headed for the bed. Pulling back the duvet, he laid me down and then climbed in beside me.
“I think I like our new room,” I murmured, fighting sleep.
Chapter 36
Royce
It was incredible how someone I’d known for so long could still manage to surprise me. Our dynamic had completely changed, yet the level of comfort I felt with Willow was natural, easy. It wasn’t about the way she unraveled around me like she was always meant to be mine. Or the way she submitted to me.
It was the way my chest expanded when she whispered words of affection. And when she reached for me in the night, sighing happily as I pushed her hair away from her face, I knew she owned me. She brought out the rawest emotions in me, accepting my intensity without reservation.
We’d been out at sea for the past two months—avoiding the States—and had stopped at countless ports throughout South America. We never stayed long; it wasn’t worth the risk.
I stood over the bed where she lay on her side, fast asleep. It was ridiculous, but even now, I found myself missing how her eyes flashed green when she was aroused and turned a shade closer to turquoise when she was worried. I had half a mind to wake her up just to see what color they’d be.
It was my mission in life to make Willow happy, and the smile she’d worn on her face since our wedding day put me at ease unlike anything else. I intended to continue giving her reasons to wear it.
Putting a knee on the bed, I leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek. My mouth pulled up at the corners when she mumbled sleepily. Her naked body was curved around the pillow, hugging it fiercely against her slightly swollen belly.
Her lips parted and a soft moan spilled free as she leaned into my touch. Anything and everything I sprung on her, she met with enthusiasm. It turned out Willow herself was a kinky little minx.
“I’m going to get some coffee,” I told her, eyeing the marks on her skin with pride and possessiveness.
It was our two-month anniversary, and I hoped my surprise would be a welcomed one. I’d had beignets delivered from New Orleans early this morning and had already liaised with one of Winston’s Venezuelan contacts to meet me at Puerto Cabello Port to hand them over. A piece of custom jewelry, designed by my sister-in-law in Paris, was also waiting to be collected, but something told me Willow would be more taken with the doughy goods.
Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times before focusing on my face. She smiled dreamily, bringing her hand to my cheek and cupping it.
“Forget the coffee, come to bed,” she croaked.
I grinned. “No can do. I need to make sure my wife’s happy.”
“Your wifeishappy,” she whined. “Come back to bed and I’ll let you fuck my mouth again.” The way she said it so casually almost made me choke, and I felt myself smile wide.
Down, boy,I scolded myself as I watched a red hue cover her cheeks, spreading down her entire body. I’d get her gifts first,thenI’d let myself be seduced.
“When I come back, I’ll let you suck me off like a good girl,” I promised, taking my fill of her nakedness. My dick insisted on one more taste before I left, but I knew how that would end. Hours of fucking and then another nap—rinse and repeat.
“Oh, husband. You know it’s my hormones making me extra horny,” she purred, bringing her hand over her flushed breasts and twisting a nipple between her fingers. She shifted, her legs spreading wide and giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy. “Please, don’t leave me like this.”
And she had me. I crawled over to her, my wide shoulders pushing between her legs, and I licked her from her clit to her asshole.
“If it’s the hormones, baby, I’ll keep you knocked up for the rest of our lives.”
She giggled, hooking her legs over my shoulders and pushing her fingers into my hair, keeping my head there. I nipped her clit, partly in punishment and partly in appreciation at her brazenness—who knew Willow would be so happy to smother me with her pussy. All I knew was I loved it when she took charge and showed me what she wanted.
She bucked against my mouth and I thrust my tongue inside her.
For the next thirty minutes, we got lost in each other. I pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her until she begged for reprieve, and eventually fell asleep with my tongue buried inside her.
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