Page 155 of Intense
I crash my mouth onto hers, reclaiming some of the power, and she gives it up so easily. My tongue explores, my hands grip her ass.
“Strip for me, baby,” I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes light up, and she runs her tongue along her perfect white teeth.
“Are you paying me, sir? I don’t dance for free,” she purrs.
That tightens something in my ribs. Her dancing for other men. Fuck. No. Mine.
I grip her throat.
“You only ever dance for me now, wife,” I growl.
She nods slowly and backs away with a naughty smile, peeling off her black dress until she’s standing there in just her lace panties. She lets her hair down from the bun and shakes it out, her black hair framing her beautiful face.
Her hands roam seductively down her sides, and she moves her hips slowly, causing me to groan and my cock to twitch for her.
I close the distance between us again.
“Now…” I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “How about you test out that leg rest you’ve been eyeing up?”
Her hands roam up my chest, heat radiating from her touch. She grabs my traps and digs her nails in.
“Finn… You are so fucking hot. It isn’t fair for any other man. You’re smart. You’re sexy. You’re funny—sometimes. And you’re just fucking insane in every way. I love it,” she beams, and it guts me in the best way.
I can’t help the smile that tugs at my mouth. I love her unfiltered thoughts, especially when they’re about me.
I wrap my hand lightly around her throat, and she grins like she’s been waiting for it.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur. “You like a little risk, don’t you? You want me to push you. Keep you balanced on the edge. Pleasure and pain, life and death. You like knowing my hands can give you everything… and take it away just as fast.”
She nods as I nudge her legs apart with my knee.
My fingers find her soaked slit, and she moans.
“Yes, Finn. Fuck… I want it all with you.”
I push two fingers inside as her reward, curling them just right.
“We’re making love, baby,” I tell her. “Remember that. But, after—” my mouth brushes hers, “—I can choke you, cut you, and edge you until you scream.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, eyes locked on mine.
“Right now though?” My grin turns wicked. “I just want my wife to soak my face before I stretch her on my cock.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her legs wider with my hands on her thighs.
Her skin is warm and flushed, her breathing already uneven.
“Sit,” I tell her, guiding her down onto the couch so she’s right at the edge.
I hook my hands behind her knees, pulling them over my shoulders.
She shivers when my mouth hovers an inch from her, my breath ghosting over her slick heat.
“You’re dripping for me already.” I drag my index finger over her glistening pussy, holding it up so she can see how wet she is. “And I haven’t even started.”
Her eyes are locked on mine. I want to keep it that way.
