Page 91 of Flame
His hands skim across my hips and then up my naked front. “You’re so fucking beautiful,wife.”
My lips part with a small gasp. “Why is it so hot hearing you say that?”
“Because you know I’m yours.”
Good God.
He lifts his hips into me. His eyes shine in the low light. “I don’t know why you’re acting surprised.”
“Because I am.”
He rolls his eyes, making me chuckle. “You know what you’re supposed to say now, don’t you?”
I hum, relishing in the pressure of his length against my sex.
“You’re supposed to tell me that you’re mine.” He holds me down by my hips and thrusts against me. “Tell me.”
“I kind of like where this is headed.”
His smirk is dangerous.And I nearly combust.
“Tell me, Bianca.”
“I might just ride you like this,” I say, sliding across his cock. “I don’t really need your participation. I could get off from just this.”
He slips a hand between us and inserts a finger into my wetness. “I love how wet you get. It’s such a turn-on.”
“You’re about to feel that wetness coat you because I’m going to come.”
“That’s fun.” He lifts a brow as his phone chirps on the bedside table. He reaches for it, pulling his cock away from me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my frustration growing. “You’re not going to check that.”
He ignores me and settles back against the pillows.
I smack his chest. “Foxx.”
“What?” The glow of the phone illuminates his face. “What do you want?”
“Put that down.”
He tilts the phone away long enough to give me a look. Then it goes right back in front of his face again.
“I hate you,” I say, squatting harder against him.
“That’s quickly becoming a theme in our marriage.”
I groan, glaring at him as he pulls his hips away from me and sinks them into the mattress. This was fun at first. Now, not so much.
“You sound agitated,” he says, his thumbs tapping the screen.
“You’re hilarious. But wait until it’smedenyingyou. We’ll see how entertained you are then.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Did you know that foxes love to play?”
“Keep it up, and you’re going to be one fox playing all alone.”
He fights a grin. “Well, that tracks. It says here that foxes can play with other foxes …”
