Page 40 of The Reason for His Wife's Return

“I didn’t touch you to my heart’s content. I regretted that I let you take the lead. I regretted not doing this,” she said and then she licked up his cock like it was her favorite Popsicle.

Aristos threw his head back and groaned, every nerve ending vibrating with pleasure, with need that wanted complete scorching. Her fingers fisted around his length, dragged up and down, urging his body on and on.

Fingers and lips, she worked him into a ravenous spiral. He followed them along with a thrust of his hips, chasing his climax.

Stars exploded beneath his eyes when she released him with a loud plop. “Mira,” he said, his voice guttural, “straddle me. Take me inside you before I spill all over you. Ride me,yineka mou.”

Brown eyes turning molten from lust, Mira nodded. She gave him one long lick before she released him. His erection plopped against his abdomen. Hands thrust beneath his neck, Aristos watched as she slowly shed her pink shorts.

His luscious wife, he’d noticed last time, wasn’t shy exactly but neither was she blatantly comfortable with her nakedness. The complexity of this woman, every hard and soft edge he discovered, fascinated him even more. Like he could spend his lifetime trying to learn her, chase her, conquer her and yet, the thrill would never abate. “Don’t cover yourself, Mira. You’re glorious.”

She nodded, lifted her hips and peeled down the panties. Pushing onto his elbows, he rubbed his stubble against the smooth skin of her thick, muscled thigh. Grinned when his stubble left a mark.

The moment the panties came off, he sent his hands on a quest, her lush beauty sending him into a tailspin all over. From her breasts—wet from his ministrations—to her swollen belly, and then down through the patch of trimmed curls.

She scooted her butt closer to him and Aristos let out a loud thanks.

Her delightful giggle was cut off when he delved between her legs. With a soft, inviting rasp, her thighs fell away as he caressed every slick curve and then dipped one finger into her sex. Her tight flesh closed about him greedily and he had to swallow the raw lust that had always driven him when he was with her. His fingers came away damp and shiny and pink crested her cheeks.

Holding her gaze, Aristos licked his finger and groaned at the musky, salty taste of her. “One of these days,agapi, I will convince you to sit on my face.”

Her gasp was mortified but her wide, blazing eyes couldn’t hide her interest. So many layers to unravel still. But she found her wits fast enough. “Maybe when I’m not pregnant with your twins and they aren’t playing soccer in my belly and there’s no risk of me accidentally choking you because my center of gravity is off.”

He laughed, pleasure and joy twin birds in his chest, fluttering away, crowing delight. His body reacted just as much to the easy humor between them as it did to the slick evidence of how much she wanted him. “For now, I’ll make do like this,” he said and went back for more.

He learned her with every stroke and caress, letting her moans and groans guide him. He wielded his fingers as if they were his weapons, his only weapons, in bringing her down. He delved and caressed and thrust and searched. When she was panting and begging him to touch her clit, only then did he grant her wish.

With two fingers inside her and hooked to find her sweet spot, he let the pad of his thumb ravage her clit. His sensible, practical wife needed fast, rough up-and-down strokes—he knew that already, and he gave it to her now. One hand on his wrist—as if she was scared he’d stop—and one caressing his chest in wide, long strokes, she chased the rhythm of his fingers, hips moving back and forth, eyes closed.

He didn’t let up until she came with a shiver, his name on her lips. Not until she fell onto his chest, her forehead damp, her eyes hazy with completion. Not until she begged him to let go because she was too sensitive.

When she closed her eyes, and said, “Wake me tomorrow, please,” he laughed.

Not a second later, her eyes popped open. She studied him with an intensity he was beginning to notice and understand only now. “I love it when you laugh, Aristos,” she said, her fingers lingering over his mouth. As if she meant to touch his smile. “You used to do it a lot more in those early days.”

Warmth drizzled through him like a summer shower that drenched the parched earth, that made everything look bright and fresh. “I used to,” he said, in a gruff voice that forbade further discussion of their shared past.

She pressed her cheek to his chest, her fingers constantly moving over his flesh, touching, lingering, seeking.

“What, Mira?” he asked, sensing her hesitation. Hating that she still didn’t trust him completely. Not enough to bare her innermost desires.

Her fingers reached his hip and lingered. Like clockwork, her magical fingers worked on him. She automatically kneaded and massaged the forever-sore flesh with efficient strokes she’d learned from the physical therapist. “I don’t want to tell you how to live your life. I don’t want to be that wife who curbs her husband. But I have to say this.” She scoffed and the exhale sent a warm breeze over his damp skin. “I don’t even care that you’ll remind me that isn’t...”

“Spit it out,agapi mou.”

Large, soulful eyes regarded him with a clarity that seemed to burrow under his skin. “Are you going to continue your...pursuit of whatever the hell it is you chase with your extreme sports?”

“Is that wifely concern?”

She shrugged. “I hate seeing you hurt. I can’t stand the thought of this happening again. I’m not threatening you with anything, Aristos, but if anything happened to you the next time...”

“As you reminded me so wisely,” he said, running his fingers through her hair, “the doctors told me my hip would have that lingering pain for the rest of my life. So you can be content that the most extreme sport I’m looking forward to is lifting both the twins at the same time.”

Joy flashed through her eyes, there and gone too soon. “And if you’d fully recovered?” she threw back, her frown forbidding. “I never understood why you...” She sighed. “I’m glad, Aristos.”

“How about you show me your gratitude by mounting me and riding me,yineka mou? As I remember, you are a talented horseback rider.”

She giggled and it held the same beauty as a sunrise he’d once seen after scaling the side of a mountain. It stunned him and humbled him and yet, it felt just as much of a thrill. “You’re a greedy man, Aristos Carides,” she said, kissing him, awakening him all over again, scorching his senses.

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