I stood and scooped her up, racing up the steps, almost tripping on her clothing in my haste. I barely noticed the new loft bedroom. All I saw was the bed.
A blessedly huge bed striped with the last of the sun.
I tumbled her onto it, stripping her shirt over her head to latch onto her tight nipple.
She clawed at my hair, trying to drag my mouth higher to hers, but I wanted to touch and taste everywhere. The ability to go slow and soft was lost in the storm of lust that dragged me under whenever she was in my arms.
It should have lessened over the years, at least to a manageable roar, but it was always intense. Always consuming and never seemed to have an ending.
I hoped it never would.
She yanked at my shirt and when I reared up to help, she went for my pants, her greedy fingers fisting around my length.
I heaved out a shuddering breath as I knelt between her thighs, my belly quivering above her strong hand. She twisted and pulled, offering me the leading edge of pain because she knew what I needed and welcomed it.
Never made me feel less for craving the wild.
Her tongue swirled over the head of my cock, digging out the bead of cum that hovered there for her.
She held it there in the cup of her tongue before swallowing it down with her witchy smile. Magic was her name for a host of reasons, but here and now it was the true definition of her power.
Her silvery hair spilled out of her braid to tease around her sharp chin. Those golden eyes were full of equal parts love and lust. She matched me in every way.
I fumbled out of my pants, groaning as she pumped the length of me.
“Hurry,” she said with a laugh. “I need you inside me.”
“Not more than I need it, Magic. God, you make me insane.”
She dropped back onto the bed and inched her way to the top, pushing a few decorative pillows out of her way. Without guile or shame, she opened her thighs, dragging her fingers along her skin then up to cup her breasts.
I crawled after her, my hand on my cock to hopefully appease it enough to get to her. Everything felt like it was on fire. My skin too hot, my blood searing as if it was boiling. She’d created a fever and I needed more of it.
I wrapped her leg around my hip, dumping her flat on her back as I caged my arms against each side of her head. “Guide me inside you.”
She slipped her fingers between us, teasing the length of me to catch me around the base of my shaft. “You want to come inside me slow, baby?” She nipped at my neck, tonguing my cross as it dangled between us. “Or hard and fast?”
Her eyes were little more than gold dust in the waning sunlight. Glowing with love and that feral edge of intensity that took us when we were like this.
Passion overriding the thin veneer of civility we had to wear each day. Both of us were creative souls who didn’t quite fit in the regular world, but together we understood the darks and the lights that made us who we truly were. Accepted that we were safe with one another.
“Slow and hard.”
She tipped her head back with a low laugh. “Always wanting everything.”
I thrust forward, with her hand grazing every inch of me followed by the hallowed warmth of her body enveloping me. I snapped my hips forward at the last inch and drove myself tight inside of her.
She arched and wrapped her legs around me, my name a prayer wrapped in a scream. It spurred me on until I could do nothing but thrust into her again and again, trusting that she could take me.
That she welcomed it and gave back the same as her nails dragged at my back, fisted my hair, held me tight as the tempest roared through us.
We rolled and she rode me, the last bits of crimson sun backlighting her hair as she braced herself on my chest. The pale tips of her breasts high and proud.
I rolled up to taste them, sucking at them until she trembled around me. I snaked a hand between us to increase the friction until she slicked my belly and dick with how wet she was for me.
I wrapped an arm around her back and held her down, growling as she vised around me.
I buried my mouth into her neck as the orgasm blindsided me.
Enjoying her falling apart for me had left part of me vulnerable to the incredible pleasure. As much as I wanted to make this go on forever, her clasping body dragged every drop of come out of me.
I lifted my hips even when there was nothing left to give because I knew she was still careening her way through her own end. Wrapped around one another, we crashed to the bed.
My arms flopped outstretched on the mattress as she giggled against my chest.
I lifted my head to frown at her. “What are you laughing at?”
“I don’t think we’ve fucked like that since…well, since my studio apartment.”
“Little ears don’t allow for such gymnastics too often, love.” I dropped back on the mattress, dragging one of the delightfully fluffy pillows under my sweaty head.
She curled along my side. “We’re always so busy.” She pressed a kiss against my ribs. “Promise we won’t forget to be like this sometimes.”
I brushed a hand down her frayed braid. “I promise to thrash you thoroughly at least once a month.”
She pinched my side. “A month?”
“Okay, a week.” I laughed and tweaked her nipple. “If we did this daily, we’d be dead.”
“That’s fair. Weekly, I’ll accept.” She pressed her cheek to my belly with a sigh. “We needed that.” Already her voice was getting that sleepy tone that I loved.
I let myself drift, enjoying the way her hair splayed across my chest in that tangled way I couldn’t live without.
“That we did,” I mumbled before darkness came for me.
CHAPTER 4
Simon
“We have to be quick,” Margo said against my mouth in between sucking on my tongue. She had her priorities straight for once.
I wouldn’t say that out loud of course. I valued my balls far too much. But dammit, we hadn’t had time to get naked in what felt like weeks.
Between getting ready for a tour and our rapidly growing little girl…
Well, let’s just say that naked time had fallen down the list. Not by my choice. I filled my hand with my wife’s bountiful breasts and took a moment to slide away from her lush mouth to push aside her camisole to find her equally lush breast.
No one had skin like her. Before Margo there had only been a hazy memory of binging on women between vodka and concerts. Gratifying for a moment, but not as all-encompassing as loving my woman.
The mother of my child—still wild to say even after all this time—was truly my everything and there was no doubt that our sex life still held enough heat to warm the largest mansion in the world.
She slipped her hand between us and unzipped my jeans and belt before I could get my mouth around her nipple. Those Violin Girl nimble fingers to the rescue again.
I groaned into her skin, sucking her nipple deep and hard until she hissed out a breathy gasp. Then it was my turn to suck in a breath as she wrapped her hand around my dick.
“Open the door, Simon.”
I fumbled behind me, surprised to find the door open. I frowned. Security was so ingrained in us these days that the idea of an unbolted door dented the lustful haze for a second.
But then she pumped me twice and the world went dim from her distraction and blood loss. “Fuck,” I said as I flipped her shirt down to get the full effect of her stupendous breasts.