Page 108 of Pucking My Grumpy Accidental Husband
She pushes me back gently, standing up with that confident smile that means she's about to destroy me in the best possible way.
"You want a show, Captain Kingston?" she asks, her hands already moving to the zipper at her back. "Then sit down and watch your wife celebrate."
The dress pools at her feet like liquid silk, revealing black lace that makes my mouth go dry and my cock throb painfully against my dress pants. She's fucking magnificent—all curves and confidence and pure feminine power. The bra barely contains her breasts, and the matching panties sit low on her hips, framing the gentle curve of her stomach.
"Dance for me," I growl, settling back against the headboard. "Show me how victory feels."
She moves to the music in her head, swaying her hips in a rhythm that's hypnotic and sensual and completely mesmerizing. Her hands trail over her own body—up her thighs, across her stomach, cupping her breasts through the lace. Whenshe reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect pink nipples already hard with arousal, I nearly lose it.
"Fuck, baby. You're so beautiful. Touch yourself for me."
"Like this?" she whispers, her hands sliding up to cup her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that makes her gasp.
"Just like that. Show me how wet you are."
Her hand slides down her stomach, slipping beneath the lace of her panties. She moans softly as her fingers find her clit, her eyes fluttering closed.
"God, Dax. I'm soaking. Watching you out there tonight, leading the team, being everything I knew you could be..." She circles her fingers slowly, teasingly. "It made me so fucking wet."
"Take them off," I command, my voice rougher than I intended. "I want to see all of you."
She slides the panties down her legs, kicking them aside, and I can see how aroused she is—her sex glistening with wetness, her folds swollen and pink. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She climbs onto the bed, straddling my lap while I'm still fully clothed, her hands already working on my shirt buttons with desperate efficiency.
"I love you," she whispers against my mouth, her naked body pressing against me. "I love your strength, your heart, your absolute refusal to choose between what you want and what you need."
"Show me," I demand, my hands gripping her bare hips, feeling the heat of her center hovering just above my straining cock. "Show me how much you love me."
She makes quick work of my shirt, her hands exploring the muscles of my chest and shoulders while she grinds against me through my pants. When she reaches for my belt, I catch her wrists.
"Not yet," I growl, flipping us over so she's beneath me. "First, I want to taste how sweet victory is."
I kiss my way down her body, taking my time with her breasts, sucking each nipple until she's writhing beneath me and begging for more. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze.
"So fucking perfect," I murmur, breathing against her wetness. "So ready for me."
The first touch of my tongue to her clit makes her arch off the bed with a broken cry. She tastes like honey and arousal and everything I've ever wanted. I work her slowly, deliberately, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her most sensitive spots.
"Oh God, Dax," she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair. "Right there. Don't stop."
I slide two fingers deep inside her, feeling how tight and wet she is, how her walls clench around me when I curl them just right. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hips rolling against my mouth as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, baby," I growl against her. "Let me taste how good victory feels."
She shatters with my name on her lips, her body pulsing around my fingers as waves of pleasure crash over her. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high.
When I kiss my way back up her body, she's already reaching for my belt again, this time with more urgency.
"Need you inside me," she pants, fumbling with the buckle. "Need to feel you."
I help her with my pants, kicking them aside along with my boxers. My cock springs free, already hard and aching, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She wraps her hand around me, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Fuck, Tessa," I groan, my hips bucking into her touch.
"I want to ride you," she whispers, pushing me back against the pillows. "I want to take you so deep that you forget everything except how good I feel around your cock."
She straddles me again, positioning herself above me, then slowly sinks down onto my length. We both moan at the sensation—she's so tight and hot and perfect, taking me inch by inch until I'm buried completely inside her.
