Page 35 of Alpha Geek

“Oh, hello there, wife.”

Tripp’s look dug deeply into her soul. That was one of the many things she loved about him; he was unafraid to push the envelope and to follow the riveting sensation of zest that whispered into their ears to do it. Just do it.

It had given her the confidence to be sexy and forward with him when it came to her needs and wants. And at that moment, she wanted to satisfy him, to give him a night he would harken back to on the few sorrowful nights they spent apart.

She wanted the memory to make him hard instantly.

“Oh, hello, husband,” she whispered back.

He held his mouth away from hers as she tried to lean forward, stroking his cock like summoning a genie from a lamp. Except that it only took two strong, dedicated movements to make his glorious member stand at attention like a brick underneath his tight dress pants.

“Hmm, you seem to have done a number on me,” he whispered, teasing her as he leaned away.

Amelia curled her lip downward, feigning disappointment, but kept the speed and pressure on his cock. Her nipples hardened under her dress, the straining of the fabric becoming suddenly too tight and palpable.

“I want to do more than a number,” she growled, her body beginning to glow at the sight of his swelling excitement.

His lovely eyes scanned the bare flesh of her shoulders and cleavage, then he bit his lip.

“I can’t wait to have you quivering on top of me, wet and hot, my luscious wife.”

Amelia felt dizzy, the way she often did when the anticipation of awesome sex was too much to bear. She would’ve taken him right there in the back seat of the cab; that was how urgent her need for him was.

Thankfully, though, the cab pulled into the driveway, and Tripp tossed two generous one-hundred-dollar bills in the driver’s direction.

“Keep the change, my friend.”

His kindness made her even more attracted to him. In a blur of movement, he pulled her outside, through the chill of the air, then into the cozy warm glimmer of the mansion. Maybe it was because she was kind of drunk, but everything about his home was dazzling … the chandeliers, the glossy floors, and the vintage paintings.

“Get over here,” he growled.

Tripp grabbed her hand and maneuvered her into the living room. It was clear his eagerness was just as tangible as her own because he wasn’t wasting any time carrying her to the bedroom. But she didn’t mind. She loved the spontaneity. It was empowering and undeniably erotic.

He led her to the fireplace, which he lit quickly with the press of a button, then turned on ambient light to set the mood. The fire roared with licks of orange and red while the soft light tinged a cotton candy pink and purple over their heads like a kaleidoscopic disco ball.

Tripp held her hand the entire time, but she throbbed. She appreciated his effort with the romance, but she needed him now. He was set to go off into the woods soon to write his book. It pained her to think about it, but it was a part of their deal in the relationship.

He proceeded to kiss her forehead, and when she tried to go for his pants, he gently pushed her hands away. Amelia narrowed her eyes at him like a predator denied a kill.

“Baby …” she breathed, trying to step close again.

Tripp began undressing, and she realized what was happening. They had rarely denied their hunger for one another, often stripping naked within milliseconds and ruining clothing in the process. But there was certainly something to be said about the buildup, the elegant awareness of a reward that made even the hair on Amelia’s body stand on end.

She watched as he dropped one item of clothing after another. She forced her hands to her chest and brushed the skin to keep the electricity at bay. He revealed his hard cock, then lay on his back on the fur carpet in front of the fireplace. He placed his hands on the back of his head, then admired her with a smug smile.

“Strip for me,” he ordered.

Amelia was thrilled. That was yet another thing about Tripp she had fallen for. She wasn’t able to entirely predict his actions despite knowing him like the back of her hand. It made for exciting ventures, especially when it came to activities in the bedroom.

Her hands shook with keen exhilaration as she reached behind her back and slowly slid the zipper down her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Every movement and sound felt like a bomb going off. Everything in the room was silent, but the cracks of the fire and the small hitch of breath in her throat.

She slowly took off her bra and thong, then strutted over to Tripp, standing naked and proud. In any other circumstance, she would have been self-conscious. But not with Tripp.

“Show me that wet pussy, baby,” he whispered.

Amelia explored her own body just the way her husband asked, sliding down her breasts and cupping them, then brushing past the sensitive nub of her clit. She shook and gasped as she spread open her soft lips, feeling her knees lowering on top of him of their own accord.

“God, you are so beautiful, Amelia,” Tripp murmured.

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