Page 111 of Moonlit Kisses

He looks completely different in his linen suit. I reach up, sliding my hands beneath the lapels of his jacket to slip it from his shoulders. The feel of his hard, defined pecs under my hands is heady.

This man is mine.

All mine.

Nobody else will ever get to touch him like this. I toss his jacket over the back of a nearby chair as I kiss his scruffy jaw, the bristles of his short beard tickling my lips. He sends my heart thumping against my ribs with the way he’s studying me, the heat in his eyes, and the obvious bulge in his pants he hasn’t bothered to hide.

“Dimples, tell me how to get you out of this beautiful dress.”

I turn my back toward my husband and peer at him over my shoulder. “See these tiny pearl buttons?”

He glances down at the buttons, then back up to me with an incredulous look on his face. “Are you fucking with me? I thought these were for decoration and there would be a zipper magically hidden behind them. This has been designed to torture a man.” He groans.

I chuckle. “It’s designed to build the moment.”

He’s quiet for a long moment. “There’s thirty-five buttons here. I don’t have the patience for this. I just want my wife naked.” He huffs out but raises his hands to carefully and methodically undo the tiny fasteners, kissing my shoulder as he works, sending goosebumps racing across my body. I step out of my slip-on sandals, leaving me with the simple silver and pearl strands decorating my feet.

The fabric of the bodice gradually loosens, and he slides it away, undoing the hidden zipper in the silk skirt. The gorgeous dress drops to the floor, pooling like snowflakes at my feet. Max steps carefully until he’s in front of me, offering his hand to help me step out of the puddle of silk and lace. His heated gaze skims up and down my body, presented only in white lace panties, like a lover’s caress, sending sparks shooting to my core.

“No bra.” He drops his head back on his shoulders with a groan. I’m lucky my boobs aren’t that big and are still perky enough that I could get away without a bra today, relying on the built-in cups in the bodice to keep the girls in place. His heated gaze returns to me. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

My body heats at his words, moisture pooling at the apex of my thighs. “I feel disadvantaged, Husband.” Stepping forward, I undo the buttons of his shirt to expose his firm torso to my hungry eyes and slip it from his shoulders, tossing it aside carelessly. “I love these tattoos on you.” As I stare into his eyes, I run my fingers across his abs and the muscles quiver in response to my delicate touch.

Dropping my eyes down, I work to open his belt and linen pants; his penis makes a notable bulge and I’m eager to get my hands on the steely shaft. His pants and boxer briefs drop to the floor, and he toes off his shoes to step out of the loose fabric. He removes his socks and then returns to stand at his full height in front of me. I admire his body; his muscular legs, his veiny forearms, his trim, firm body all the way up to his scruff covered jaw and those incredible hazel eyes that change color depending on his mood. “Your body is perfection to me, but,” I press my hand against his heart, feeling it beat steadily. “I meant what I said today. It’s what’s inside that made me fall in love with you.”

Neither of us wastes another moment as we both step forward simultaneously, crashing our bodies and mouths together. Everywhere he touches me, he leaves a trail of heat and want, building my body to the point where I think I could explode before he even gets close to touching my pussy. His thumbs tuck into each side of my panties and he slides them down my legs and I step out of the flimsy lace. Max fingers the jewelry I wore in place of shoes for the ceremony.

“These are fucking sexy. They’re staying on.” His hands glide up the inside of my thighs, reaching their apex, his fingers sliding through my pussy lips and then pushing inside me hard and without warning, forcing the air from my lungs. I drop my head back on my shoulders as my mouth drops open on a silent moan. Spreading my legs open, I grasp his hair as he moves in to tease my clit with his talented tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers against the bundle of nerves. I love having his mouth on me. He nudges my clit with his nose, drawing in a deep breath. “I love your scent. Whether you’re fresh from the shower, after your run, and most definitely when you’re horny.” His voice is gruff with need to match mine.

“You make me horny, Husband. Whenever I’m around you, I need you inside me,” I whisper, gripping onto his hair as a shiver wracks my body.

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