Page 93 of Thorns of Desire
“It was a shock to us both,” I admitted, my eyes softening on Athena, “but I think she’s coming to terms with it.”
My wife must have sensed we were talking about her because she lifted her head, her sparkling eyes meeting mine.
Madre di Dio, I couldn’t wait to get my wife alone.
Watching the taillights disappear down the long driveway, I pulled my wife into my arms and walked us back inside.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
I grinned rakishly. “I’m taking you to our bedroom. I’ve been waiting all day to have my way with you.”
She let out a raspy chuckle. “You won’t say that when I’m wobbling around with a massive belly. You’ll hide from me when I’m horny.”
My steps faltered and I lowered my head, giving her an incredulous look. “Impossibile. I’m always going to want you—old, feeble, on my deathbed.”
No sooner had we stepped into the bedroom than I kicked the door shut with my foot and kissed her hungrily.
Lowering her onto the bed, I let my eyes roam over her body, over her long hair fanned across the pillow. My hand slid down to her waist, the soft material of her dress in my way.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, desire matching my own flickering in her eyes. I reached for the knife in my holster, and in one swift move, I cut through the expensive silk like paper, impatient to have her bare for me.
“Hey,” she protested. “I liked that dress.”
I smiled, my eyes traveling over every inch of her gorgeous body.
“I like it better off,” I said, carefully cutting through her bra and panties before setting the knife down on the nightstand. My hands slid down her waist, her skin smooth and soft under my fingertips as I kneaded her ass, my fingers teasing. “Nothing compares to your naked body,amorina.”
“Ditto,” she whispered. “Can I cut through your suit with a knife too?” I inhaled deeply and reached for the blade, handing it to her. “Wow, you trust me with a knife?”
I chuckled, sliding my jacket off. “If I have to die, it might as well be by your hand.”
She sat up, reaching for the hem of my dress shirt while holding the knife, contemplating the best way to go about it. I stood still as she maneuvered the fabric around.
She exhaled, throwing the knife back on the nightstand.
“Maybe we just do it the old-fashioned way,” she muttered, reaching for the buttons. “I don’t want to murder you before getting off at least once.”
Our movements turned hungry and impatient, and I was finally naked. Athena’s gaze roamed over my body, pausing on my hard cock, leaking with pre-cum. She licked her lips.
“That didn’t take long,” she murmured, her slim fingers wrapping around my shaft.
I pushed my hand into her hair and tightened my grip. “In case it’s escaped you, wife, I’m obsessed with you.”
I took her mouth, my free hand spreading her thighs open, and slipped a finger into her heat. She moaned into my mouth, kissing me harder, and I pressed my thumb against her clit.
“Your pussy is always so wet for me,” I groaned.
I grabbed her by her ass, her legs wrapping around my waist, and switched us around so she was straddling me, my back against the headboard. I rotated my hips, pressing my cock against her heat.
I pulled her closer, my lips brushing against hers.
“Whose pretty mouth is this?” I asked, my voice rough.
She didn’t hesitate. “Yours.”
“And this pussy?”
“Mine,” she teased.
