She turns in my lap to straddle me, cutting off my words by placing a finger over my lips.
“When I agreed to give this a go between us, I didn't know what to expect or what I would feel, but being here with you has already exceeded any expectations I had. You wanted a real marriage and the way I see it, that involves sex and feelings. If you want to give this thing a go, we have to be open to everything. It's not the kind of deal you can straddle the fence with. All in, remember?”
“And what about you?” I ask, sliding my hands over her hips. “You keep talking about what I want, but what do you want?”
She looks at me, her big blue eyes searching mine for something before she answers on a whisper. “I want the same thing I did when I spoke my vows to you a year ago. I want to love, honor, and obey you.”
My dick goes from half-mast to rock fucking solid.
“Obey? Most people change those words for something else in their marriage vows these days,” I murmur, skimming my nose up the column of her neck.
“I'm not most girls,” she admits in a low voice, tipping her head back to give me better access. “Most of the time I'll buck any rules that I feel will constrict who I am but...” Her words trail off as she gasps when I place a kiss at the hollow of her throat.
“But?” I prompt as she lifts her head to stare at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes warm with arousal.
She wraps her hands around my neck and pulls herself closer, grinding down on my hard cock. “But in the bedroom, I have no problem following orders,” she assures me, her gaze dipping to my lips as she swivels her hips.
That’s all it takes for all rational thought to go out the window. My lips are on hers before I can stop myself, plundering, devouring, and dominating her just the way she wants me to. Her taste is exquisite—like honey and sex, utterly addictive—and I know I'll never be able to give this up.
I stand with her in my arms and lean forward, bracing her weight on my left forearm while using my right to swipe all the contents from my desk. The coffee cup smashes into the wall with a thunk, making her jump as it shatters, but when I lay her back over the hard wooden desktop, everything else is forgotten.
“Tell me what you want, Skittle,” I order as I trail kisses down the side of her neck, trying to keep some semblance of control.
She arches up into me, a whimper breaking free as she grabs my hair with both hands, pulling me closer.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me. Show me what my husband likes,” she whispers into my ear before biting my lobe.
Any control I may have had disappears in an instant. I yank her closer to the end of the desk so that her ass is right on the edge, then hook my fingers in her panties, pulling them roughly down her legs.
Once free, I spread her wide and run my nose over her mound, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm... Smells like mine,” I growl before licking her from clit to ass and back again, savoring the musky taste of her on my tongue.
She writhes under my touch, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as I feast on her like she's my favorite meal—mostly because she is.
I lick, suck, and flick, all the while feeling her body grow tauter and tauter until, finally, with a shout, she comes all over my tongue.
“Oh god. That was, that was...” She struggles to find her next words, making me smile.
“That was just the beginning,” I warn her, sliding my pants down and stepping out of them before walking around to the opposite side of the desk. She follows me with her eyes, tilting her head back to look at me as she tries to figure out my next move.
Hooking my hands under her armpits this time, I pull her toward me, far enough that her shoulders are still comfortably on the cool smooth wood beneath her but her head hangs over the edge. Her hair cascades down like a Technicolor waterfall, just long enough to skim the floor beneath it.
“Now, it's my turn. Open your mouth, Skittle. I want to feel your lips around my cock.”
She does so without hesitation, opening wide, allowing me to slip the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucks for a moment before lathing the end with her tongue, making me hiss with approval. Slowly, I inch farther inside her before pulling back. Each slide makes my cock wet, each glide back in goes a little farther until I'm bumping the back of her throat. She gags a little, but I don't stop. I know she’ll let me know if it's too much, and I'm curious about how far she can take me. She coughs as I pull all the way out and sucks in a deep lungful of air as I rest the tip just on her tongue.
“Good girl, Skittle,” I praise her as she opens her mouth wider, allowing me to push farther inside, this time holding still as she swallows reflexively around me. “Holy fucking shit,” I shout as the muscles of her throat milk me.
I pull back again, her cough and gasp making me even harder still, and yeah, maybe it makes me a bastard, but watching my woman, no, watching my wife choke on my cock is bringing me two seconds away from shooting down her throat already.
“Okay, you're too good at this, Skittle, I'm going to come if you carry on with that shit, and the only place I'm coming this morning is in your pussy,” I tell her, helping her sit up before lifting her off the desk.
Spinning her around, I bend her over so her breasts press against the desktop and her spectacular ass brushes against my sensitive cock.
"Jesus, Skittle, you beguile me. The things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” she rasps with a pant, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the desk.
“That's for me to know and for you to find out. Hold on. This is going to be hard and fast because you make me lose my fucking mind.”
I bend a little and nudge my cock at her entrance, which is slick with her own arousal, and surge inside. I don't stop until I bottom out and my groin presses against her ass.
"Fuck," she curses, and I couldn't agree with her more.
I have to hold still for a minute while I think of baseball and business mergers or this will be over in a two-stroke poke.
"Fuck me, Asher," her husky voice begs, and fuck her I do, hammering into her over and over, knowing tomorrow she'll have fingerprint-shaped bruises on her hips, but neither of us cares as we chase our release.
Her pussy ripples around me, gripping me like a vise. Exquisite torture at its finest.
“Come now, Skittle!” I roar, unable to hold back for a second longer.
I push deep inside her, her scream signaling her fall over the edge, mine following right on its tail.
I barely refrain from collapsing over her as I struggle to recover from the best sex I've ever had in my life.
“Mother of god,” she gasps as I stand and slowly pull out of her, inwardly cursing when I see my cum running out of her.
“Shit, Linda, I'm so sorry.” God, I’m such an asshole.
“No,” she snaps, standing up straight. She turns to face me, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with fury. “You take that back right now. I asked for it. I wanted you to fuck me and it was better than anything I fantasized about, and trust me when I tell you I've fantasized about it a lot. So don't you go tarnish that by saying sorry you…you...asshat.” She stomps her foot, making me smirk.
Amused by her outburst, I wrap my arms around her waist and yank her to me, plastering her body against the front of mine.