Page 107 of The One I Need
I lean back on my hands, biting my bottom lip as I take in my husband. “What if I am?”
I’m suddenly transported back to that night in Las Vegas. I know that wasn’t “the” night, but in some ways, it might have been more impactful than the night we said “I do.” I remember the fire building inside of me when we were near each other. I remember how he made me feel with just a few words. It’s the same way I’m feeling right now.
Man, I really was in denial back then, wasn’t I…
“I should be the one staring,” he says, walking over to me and gently placing his hand at the base of my throat, tilting it up just enough so I’m looking him in the eye. “You in that lingerie? How do you expect me to behave tonight when I know that black lace is under your dress?”
“Would you rather me take it off?”
He shakes his head, his thumb stroking back and forth along my neck. “No. Because I want the pleasure of taking it off later.”
Fuck me.
I spent years priding myself on being an independent woman who, as the kids say these days, didn’t need no man. Vibrators did the trick, and when I wanted the real thing, the itch was scratched in a timely and sufficient manner.
But when my husband says things like that, looking the way he does… I’m sorry, but things are going to happen to make me a wanton, feral woman.
And those things might cause us to be a little late to this event.
I sit up, Oliver’s hand still at my throat, as I start undoing the belt on his pants.
“What are you doing?”
I look up at him as I work his zipper down. “Something to hold us over until we can come back and you can fuck me right out of this dress.”
I push down his pants and boxer briefs, releasing his dick into my hand. I lick my lips as I start to stroke him, which is getting him harder and harder by the second.
“Izzy,” he says as his head falls back and he sucks in a breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Considering I’m licking his cock from base to tip as soon as I’m done asking that question, I doubt he’s going to say no. When he looks back down at me, his eyes fully on me as I tease him, I know for a fact he’s not.
“Take it all,” he says as he gathers my hair away from my face. “Take everything.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I give him two more strokes before opening my mouth and slowly taking him in. Part of me is mad I finished my makeup already. Part of me doesn’t care. Not when I know my mouth is driving him crazy, which is making me unabashedly wet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Oliver says as he gives my hair a slight pull as I go in and out on him. “That pretty little mouth taking my cock…”
God, his voice still gets me every damn time. That low tone reverberates through every cell, which only further ignites the heat I feel every time I’m with Oliver. I speed up my efforts, making sure to work my tongue around him just how I know he likes it.
“Eyes on me, Izzy.”
I do as he says, though I wasn’t prepared for the pure fire I see in them. Shit, I was just planning on giving him a little tease tonight, but if he keeps looking at me like that, we’re going to be very, very late.
“Oh fuck!” Oliver’s hands suddenly grab the back of my head, controlling it as my speed picks up. “I can’t hold back.”
I don’t want him to, which is why I double down. In just a few more seconds, I take all of Oliver. Every last drop. I know some women don’t like that, and I say to each their own. But for me? Seeing the look of satisfaction in his eyes? Worth every second.
And worth being ridiculously late to this event.
Oliver falls onto the bed next to me. “Remember when you asked me if I was ready yet? I’m going to need a few minutes.”
I smile and lean down to kiss his cheek. “Then my work here is done.”
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“Where have you been?”
