Page 5 of On the Rocks
The normal carefree jubilance returns to her voice. She’s back. Good. Now we really can play. Tugging on the hem of her silky negligee, I push her hips lower, grinding her against my dick. “Then take this off.”
A moan vibrates against my blazing skin before she reaches down to slide her top over her head. Satin tickles my face billowing upward like a rising curtain, revealing her bared to me on the other side. Fuck me for ever thinking I’m the boss. She owns me so fucking bad.
A defiant smirk twitches on her lips as she tilts back. Nothing I can fucking do but watch her swirl her finger through the bowl of whipped icing and bring the tip to her mouth, sucking in the white sweetness. Mesmerized by her seduction, my own lips part as she drags the cream cheese down her chest and between her amazing tits. Enticing me to follow the same glorious trail.
“Are you hungry, husband?”
Screw the four million. Sinking into her sweet pussy is worth way more than that. “Fuck yes.”
She giggles from the need rasping in my voice. Well aware what she does to me. But I'm fucking turning the tables on her. Literally.
Her head lolls back when I lick down her ivory skin, bucking against me when I suck in every sugary morsel. Leaving my marks on her so everyone at dinner tonight will know how thoroughly and completely I've fucked my wife.
I palm the narrow width between her shoulder blades to keep her from falling as she succumbs to my teeth on her nipples. Only her heaving gasps sweetening the fragrant air even more. "I'm fucking starving."
Wide eyes flick open, meeting mine when I walk us toward the bench tucked behind the wet bar. Luckily for her the housekeeper decorates with overstuffed pillows to cushion her knees because that marble top is fucking freezing too, and I'm not in the mood to show her any mercy after her temptation of me.
After twisting her around and depositing her onto the smooth surface, I yank on her tiny panties. My only warning before I rip the flimsy fabric in two. Letting the silk flutter to the floor as I caress over her right cheek. A reminder to lift her cute ass high as she can. With the height difference between us, I have to do everything I can to ensure unfettered access for my ravenous dick to her beckoning pussy.
Another desperate groan welcomes me when I yank down my zipper and curl over her velvet back, shoving my mouth to her ear. "Hold on tight."
An immense convulsion trembles under my hands. Without hesitation, her delicate fingers grip the speckled border. Fucking shit. It’s sexy as hell to see her looking back at me in anticipation. She needs this even more than I do. I grab her hips and impale her in one long drive. Fuck me if she isn't dripping wet for me already.
The mewl purring in her throat would make me take a beating just to hear it again. No man deserves to feel this good.
She grips my forearms straddling hers and snuggles deeper, cocooning herself against me. Matching my thrusts while I bury my forehead in the crook of her neck. Trusting me just like I want her to. I can't fuck it up. No matter how much I want to ravish her.
Instead, I entwine her soft fingers with mine. Caressing the giant diamond and platinum bands as a reminder of who she is and how I feel about her. "I can't see your beautiful face, sunshine. So you've got to talk to me. Tell me how you feel."
"I love you, Drake."
Fuck, this woman slays me with her breathless assertion. Her heart responding to my words and my touch. Accepting as much of me as she can within her petite body. I suck the tender skin on her shoulder. "I love you too. But, I mean physically. Are you okay? I don't want to be too much."
"Never." She clenches tighter around me. Her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. Both of us so fucking close. Even though I never want it to end. "Y-you always feel so good."
But I need more. Better. I wrap my arm around her tits and lift her higher, sheathing her back against my chest. My other hand slides down to her clit, swollen and pulsing in unison with my throbbing balls. A few firm strokes of my thumb and she jerks against me, her body writhing in ecstasy.
Unable to hold back, I follow her. Exploding inside her with an intensity bordering on madness. God, I fucking love this woman. More than I understand or ever thought possible.
She droops down onto the curve of my lap. Spent from me taking her three times in two hours. Our come runs down my legs, staining my dress pants still bunched around my hips. Which as much as I would love to be reminded all day of her sweet pussy, I need to take another shower.
Too sated to protest, she allows me to flip her over and curl her against me. I press a kiss on her temple as she snuggles in and chuckle at the mess we've made. No cinnamon rolls this morning I guess.
Heading into the living room and up the steps, I enjoy one last look at her gorgeous body before I lay her down on the bed. Relishing her curving softness and smooth skin glowing from the sunlight flooding the room. Until I sweep over her thigh. Bile burns in my gut.
A bruise.
A motherfucking bruise.
From me.
My stomach lurches. The proof of my harshness with her destroys my contentment in a fucking heartbeat. God damn fucking shit. I know what she’s been through. The uncle who thought every infraction, no matter how insignificant, deserved the belt. Or the foster father who believed in beating bibles as well as kids to keep the devil at bay. Well aware of all that bullshit, and I still fucked up.
Warm fingers curl around mine. Keeping me from stroking the damn mark again.
"I'm okay. Really, I promise."
So earnest in her assertion. That I want to be true so fucking bad. For her as much as for me. She has too many fucking reasons to be frightened. Knows too damn well the cruelty a man can inflict upon her. I refuse to let her fear me like those bastards. "Damn it, Trinity. I didn't mean to hurt you."
