Page 79 of Protecting the Boundary
“We’ll take the kids tonight if you can take ours next week.It’s my anniversary with Laney, and I want to take her out on the town for the night and then rechristen all the main spaces in our house.”
I chuckle, but understand his sentiment because now that the offer is out there, I have plans to bend my wife over the kitchen table.
“Deal.”
He pats me on the shoulder and then walks back to the stands. I focus on the game, but there’s always a piece of me that’s aware of Meredith. The medical staff stays out of the way, but they’re still on the sidelines. It’s another thing I get to share with my wife, and it’s brought us closer in a lot of ways.
By the time the game is over, all I can think about is taking her home and fucking her in as many places as possible before we pass out. Realistically, I know I’ll probably only get to fuck her in one of those places because our stamina isn’t what it used to be when it comes to sex, but I’ll take it.
Dom and Alayna leave with their brood and our boys, and Meredith and I hang back so we don’t all arrive home at the same time. I want the boys to be fully distracted at the Smith house by the time Mere and I get home. She’ll never let herself relax enough if she thinks there’s a possibility of the boys coming back home to grab something.
The second we walk through the front door, my hands are all over her. I push her against the closed door, wrap my hand in her hair, and tug her head back before I seal my mouth over hers. Her body melts against mine, and a fierce feeling of possession burns through my veins.
This is my wife. My beautiful, sexy wife, who’s built a family with me that I’d only ever dreamed of having.
I unbutton her pants and don’t bother pushing them down just yet. Instead, I slide my hand inside her panties until my fingers touch her pussy. She’s not quitewet for me yet, but I know how to get her there. It’s more work getting her ready for me since we had kids, but it’s work I’ll put in willingly every day of the week.
I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. “You know what I’m going to do to you, Mere?” I murmur, my voice low and husky. Her breath hitches, and she shakes her head slightly, though she knows exactly where this is going.
“I’m going to lay you out on that kitchen table,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe. “The one we picked out together. Remember how we christened it when we first moved in?” She nods, a soft moan escaping her lips as I slide my fingers deeper, finding her clit and circling it slowly.
“This time, I’m going to take my time,” I continue, feeling her wetness build. “I’m going to taste you, Mere. I want you to get my face nice and wet with your arousal as you come on my tongue.” I pull my hand out of her pants and she whimpers at the loss of contact. I smirk, loving how responsive she is.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the kitchen. The table is clear, ready for us. I turn to her, my eyes locked on to hers as I lift her up and set her down on the edge of the table. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breaths coming in short gasps. I can see the desire pooling in her eyes, and it fuels my own.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties, pulling them down and off in one smooth motion. She leans back on her elbows, watching me as I kneel before her. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her tremble under my touch. Her scent is intoxicating, and I can’t wait any longer.
I dive in, my tongue finding her clit with unerring precision. I swirl around it, feeling her jolt at the contact.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I growl against her, the vibrations making her squirm.
I grip her thighs, holding her in place as I feast on her. She’s soaking wet now, and I lap it up, savoring every drop.
Her moans fill the kitchen, echoing off the walls as I suck and lick her. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot that drives her wild. Her hips buck against my face, her body tense with pleasure. I can feel her climax building, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
“Come for me,” I murmur, my breath hot against her. “Let me taste it.” I pump my fingers faster, my tongue flicking her clit in quick, firm strokes. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes hard. I don’t let up, riding out her orgasm with her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
When she finally stills, I stand up, my cock rock hard and straining against my jeans. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted. She looks thoroughly sated and so fucking beautiful.
“Taste yourself, Wife,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. She moans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. I can feel her hunger rising again, her body ready for more. I break the kiss, pull her up off the table, then spin her around and bend her over the edge. Her ass is perfect—round and firm—and I can’t resist giving it a smack. She yelps, then moans, pushing back against me.
I push my jeans and boxers down and my cock springs free. I rub the head against her entrance, coating myself in her wetness as she pushes back again, eager and impatient.
“You want this cock?” I ask.
I tease her entrance with the tip, just barely pushing in before pulling back out. She whimpers, trying to push herself back onto me, but I hold her hips firmly, controlling the pace.
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please, Romel. Fuck me.”
Her words send a surge of heat through me. I grip her hipstighter and thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift motion. She cries out, her body tensing around me. I groan, the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping me almost too much to bear.
“God, you feel incredible, Mere,” I growl, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her. She moans, her fingers clutching at the edge of the table. I set a steady rhythm, my hips moving against her ass, our skin slapping together with each thrust.
I lean forward, my body covering hers as I reach around to cup her breasts. I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, feeling her pussy clench around me in response. She gasps, her back arching to press her breasts farther into my hands.
“Oh fuck, Romel. Don’t stop,” she cries, her pussy fluttering around my achingly hard cock.
I won’t.
