Page 20 of Keeping My Wife
I didn’t say it. I knew it in my soul, but I didn’t want to scare her away. Because this would not be the last time I touched her, that was for damn sure.
I lowered my mouth to drag my lips over it. “Fun detour on my quest.” I pushed the sweater higher, and the curve of her breast made me groan. “No bra.”
“I was alone.” She hissed out a breath when my nose brushed the heavy curve of her breast.
I scraped my teeth along the side, pushing up her shirt as I went. “Ahh, there’s another one.” I licked the little birthmark a few inches over from her underarm.
She hissed out a breath as she sifted her fingers through my hair, holding me there.
I sucked hard right beside it. “Now you have one from me.”
Her nails dug in my scalp.
I pushed at the sweater until her nipple was finally revealed. Dark and tight, I covered it with my mouth and palmed the other one until she arched her back. She leaned back— hands braced on the counter and watched me.
I met her gaze, drawing strongly on one nipple then the other.
She pressed her lips together, a soft moan purring from her throat.
I slipped my hands into the back of her stretchy pants, sinking into her ass. “Let me know if you want to stop.”
The heel of her foot dug into my ass. “The minute I asked you to stay, I knew what I wanted.”
My mouth dried. “Is that right?”
She slipped her fingers down my hair to my cheek then touched my lips. I sucked the tip into my mouth and bit down. Her eyes went hot, and her lips parted.
I drew her finger out of my mouth and drew the wetness over the tight tip of her nipple. She drew a shaky breath and cupped her breast then pinched her nipple. I groaned, matching her touch with her other breast until she was rolling her hips against me restlessly.
I notched my aching shaft against her center then dug my fingers of my other hand into her leggings. No panties either. She was going to put me into a grave.
I tucked her tighter against me, rubbing against her.
She whimpered, lost to my touch. Her chin tipped back as she lifted her hips up to get closer. I ground her against me. I wanted to taste her, to feel how wet she was for me, but I didn’t want to break the spell.
“Are you close, honey?”
The friction against my jeans made me growl against her skin. I dragged my teeth up to her neck, sipping from all that soft skin as my hand dropped down to her waist in the front. She was on the edge, all instinct instead of really here with me.
I slid her forward a little, one hand gripping her ass as she tensed the muscles there with each roll of her hips. When my name slipped past her lips in a breathy moan, I dipped my other hand into the front of her pants and found her soaked and swollen. I found her slick clit and dragged my thumb over it until her leg shook.
I moved my mouth to her ear. “Come on my hand first. Then my tongue.”
Her nails dug into my arm as she cried out, then hissed when I drove two fingers into her, riding the crest of it. I thrust inside of her again and again until her soft cries were a groan.
I pushed her back down on the counter, my hand to her stomach until she was spread out on the surface. I stripped off her pants then hooked her knee over my shoulder and finally got my mouth where I wanted it most.
She raised one hand over her head, and I heard the clatter of dishes as she pushed things out of her way.
Her taste rained down on my tongue and my beard as I demanded more and more from her. Her back arched as she cupped her breasts lost again.
She was stunning in the grasp of her own pleasure.
Her dark skin dotted with sweat as she rose to meet me with every lash of my tongue. That fascinating little butterfly practically glowing from her ribs.
I reached down to unzip my jeans for some relief but kept up the strokes of my tongue and fingers until she shook in my arms.
My name an oath and a scream.
