Page 101 of Honeymoon Phase
Roe watches me dry off with a hungry look that isn’t helping. “Looking at me like that will only get you fucked.” I tease her, watching her drop her towel as she stalks toward me.
“That better be a promise,” she says, grabbing me by the waist of my towel and pulling me into my bedroom.
I shut the lights off, allowing the moonlight to be our guide as we slip into bed naked, clean, and warm. I crawl over my wife, kissing up her navel and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
She delves her hands into my hair, crying out as I flick my tongue over the tight bud. I nudge a knee between her legs, and she opens them willingly for me. I move to kiss her lips, my fingers sliding between her thighs and finding her pussy still wet and waiting as I thrust a finger deep inside her.
She arches her back, breaking the kiss while I slowly work in and out of her, her wet hair draped over my pillow. “You’re so fucking wet for me, babe.” I’m so hard I know I’m leaving a trail of precum on her leg.
Nodding, she bites her lip as she thrusts her hips up. “Luke, I need you.”
My head swims hearing her say that. “Fuck, I really want totaste you, but I can save that for later. I need to be inside you or I’m going to lose it.” I turn and rustle in my nightstand drawer, searching for a condom with hands shaking like it’s my first time.
Grabbing one, I twist around, struggling to open it while Roe’s warm hand stills on top of mine. “No condom.”
My brows furrow as I look up at her, shifting my head so the moonlight illuminates her. I do a circuit of her face to ensure she’s fully with it, and swallow hard when she grabs the condom from me and places it on the bed. “Are you sure?”
“I have an IUD and I want to feel you, Luke. All of you.” She sits up and runs her hands up my chest.
My cock twitches and I glance down to see a bead of precum pulse out the tip like even he knows what she’s just offered.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” she asks, and her question carries weight in the silence of my bedroom.
My jaw muscle twitches as I look up at her and answer honestly. “It’s been a couple years.” It’s sad but true. But also, not sad because I’ve been too busy pining for my best friend... which she does not need to know.
“Have you been tested since then?” she asks, clearly not judging me.
I nod. “Yes, and I used a condom.”
She licks her lips and reaches down to grip my length. “It’s been longer than that for me, and I was tested at my annual last year.”
I let out a stuttered breath, pushing her down onto the bed while I hold myself above her. My mind spins thinking about the level of intimacy this means. “Are you positive? I don’t mind using a condom.”
“Yes, Luke,” she practically begs, spreading her legs and letting a hand trail down her stomach between us. She dips two fingers into her sex as she reaches up with her other hand topull me closer. “You’re my husband and I want to feel all of you.”
Blinking back the sting in my eyes at her words I let out a laugh and smile at her, because on the surface they’re dirty and sexy. But underneath, I hear... mine... forever.Mine. Mine. Mine.
I pull her hand from between her legs and bring her fingers to my mouth sucking them off. I moan at the taste of her, my hips pulsing harshly between her as her scent elicits a carnal reaction in me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I growl, reaching down to grab my cock and run it along her glistening lips, feeling her scorching heat waiting for me. I push into her slowly. Her tight pussy struggling to take me in. I stare at her face as our mouths drop open at the same time. The pressure is too intense. The feelings too real. I pull back out and thrust harder, pushing through her tight muscles. I freeze at the fucking overwhelming sensation of feeling her bare.
“Oh God, Addison.”
“Luke,” she whispers, pulling me close to her so she can kiss me. Rolling her hips upward I feel myself sink even deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I moan against her lips. Her pussy clenches around me and she rolls her hips again, making me grunt.
“I need you to fuck me, Luke. Fuck me. Please.” She begs, moving her hips again as she wraps one leg around my back.
Her begging is music to my ears as I shift my arms and hold myself still, watching her struggle at my refusal to give her what she wants. Her eyes pop open and she looks up at me, confused.
“Tell me you want me,” I command, my voice firm as my eyes score over every feature on her face, committing this moment to memory. I don’t just want to fuck her right now. I want more. I want everything with this woman.
Her face softens and her hands move up to my cheeks, her finger sliding over the scar on my chin. “I want you.”
Her words cause a chill to run up my spine because I know she’s saying “want,” but her eyes are saying more. I bite my lip and look away, savoring this moment like it could be my last. When I look back at her, she has a soft, secretive smile on her face, like she can read my mind. The one downfall of falling in love with your best friend... they can see right through you.
So, I reply with the only thing I can say. “I want you too.”
